Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I hold both knees open and lower my face between her legs, hovering just above her sex. My mouth is open, my tongue poised to lick her, but I deliberately delay, letting her feel the heat of my breath.
She pushes back up on her elbows to look.
I extend my tongue slowly.
She starts to shake and shiver preemptively. Her body knows the pleasure I’m about to deliver. She’s on the edge, maybe even ready to orgasm at the first brush of my tongue.
I lock gazes with her, still making her wait.
She holds her breath.
“Come for me, Carlotta,” I murmur and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.
That’s it. One flick. I want to see if it’s possible. If I can wind my mate up so tightly she goes off on my command.
“Aaah!” She cries out, reaching down to shove her own fingers inside her as she comes.
I only give her a few seconds to indulge, then I pick up her hips and spin her, dropping her onto her knees on the table. “Did you think your punishment was over, little wolf?”
She moans. She rests on one forearm, her fingers still between her legs, working out the last shivers of her orgasm. I let her self-pleasure as I spank her ass.
I don’t hold back. She’s a wolf–any pain she feels will be momentary, mixed up with sex and arousal. I turn her ass red, slapping one side, then the other, then right in the middle over her sweet pussy.
Then it’s too much for me. I need to be inside her. This time I was prepared–I brought a condom. I yank it out of my pocket and rip it open. “Turn around,” I order.
Lotta’s eyes are glazed and unfocused as she shakily turns onto her back again. “It’s okay,” she says, seeing the condom. “I saw Dr. Oakley yesterday. I should be safe by now.”
My wolf is enraged that he can’t get her pregnant. I’m just thrilled I get to come inside her.
I grab her hips and yank them right up to the edge of the table where I stand. I shove down my shorts and push in.
It’s even better this time. Every time is better with Lotta.
And I wanted her so badly I nearly weep to be inside. This is where I belong. Nestled between my mate’s thighs. I slide my hand up her shirt to fondle her breast as I bump her ass. Her legs rest against my trunk, ankles dancing over my shoulders.
“Oh.”
“Is that how you like it? You want me deep?” The dirty-talk just comes naturally.
“Yes,” she moans. “Deeper.”
Aw, fuck.
I grip the fronts of her thighs to hold her steady and drill in, making her take all of me, as deep as I can get it. The room spins. I want it to last forever, but I’m already too far gone to hold out much longer.
It doesn’t matter. Lotta’s clearly in the throes herself. Her eyes are rolling back in her head, chin arced up toward the ceiling in ecstasy.
“Are you going to come when you’re told?” I ask.
Her eyes try unsuccessfully to focus on mine.
“Hmm? Are you going to be a good girl and come when I tell you?”
“I…I…” She’s clearly incapable of speech now.
I already know she will. This body was built to submit to mine. Just like mine was built to serve hers.
Making her scream in pleasure isn’t just my right. It’s my destiny.
I find her nipple and pinch it, slowly tightening my hold until she squirms.
My balls draw up. I’m feverish and hot. “Now, Lotta,” I growl and shove in deep. My balls tighten and pump sending streams of hot cum into her.
I release my hold on Lotta’s nipple and give the side of her breast a light slap.
She comes, her slender hips bucking against mine, her slick juices mixing with my essence.
I slide my hand over her breast in more of a caress. I squeeze lightly, then stroke down her side to her waist.
She looks magnificent. Her raven hair spreads in a halo around her head. Her eyes are closed, berry lips parted in an “O” as she squeezes and milks my cock for more.
“That’s right,” I encourage, bumping my loins against her ass in short beats. “Take it all. Every last drop.”
She moans and hooks her ankles behind my back, pulling me in tight against her to grind out the last of her orgasm.
Lotta
There is nothing in the world like sex with Asher.
I had no idea it could get this good. And I have a feeling we’re just getting started.
It seems I’m helpless against refusing him. I vowed never to have sex with Asher at school again, yet, here I am, splayed out on one of my classroom’s tables with my panties torn to shreds on the floor.
As my brain returns, so do my misgivings about what we’re doing. About my inability to stop myself. About my feelings for Asher.