Chapter 53
tart grinding my dick into he meeting her thrusts. Rutting her against the wall through our clothes like a couple of teenage pups. I can’t get enough of the feel of her heat through my sweats. She’s hot and wet, making a wet spot on the front of my pants. “Do you like that little wolf? Do you like how my dick makes you feel? How hot and ready you are for me? Your tight little cunt is begging for me little wolf. Her grip on my shoulders tightens, little nails digging into me. Shes panting and her eyes are rolling back into her head. Her breathing is fast as well as mine. She stiffen with a hard thrust and I watch as an orgasm crashes through her. I am still grinding, but I am intently watching little wolf come apart and it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. How her mouth opens and the way she licks her lips, the face she makes when she is in the throes of ecstasy. There is nothing like it. She is grinding hard on me, riding out her orgasm with high pitched mewling and whimpers. She lifts her head, and I wipe the hair off of her damp forehead and tuck it behind her ear. She is beautiful and an’t get enough. Coming here was probably a mistake, but it is one I am willing to make and deal with the fallout later. We deserve his night and just hearing that she knew my sister is just another example of fate being a bitch that I need to deal with, but not right now. Right now, I need to feel how wet my little wolf is
for me.
little wolf? You didn’t think I was done with you yet, did you? I said I start thrusting against her again and her eyes go wide. “Wha we deserve the night and I am taking the whole damn thing.” I start kissing her again. Gentle this time to allow herself time to come down from her orgasm, but the gentle doesn’t last long before we are hungry for each other again. I pick her back up front against the wall and she tightens her legs around my waist as I walk back to her bedroom, stopping occasionally to lift her ass with my hands and drag her crotch back down and grind her over my dick. She moans each time and it’s heaven. I find myself hoping each time she will say my name instead of a moan. I would do anything to hear her voice. I kick open her bedroom door and lay her down on the bed. I crawl up over her and start kissing her again. “ Is this okay little wolf? I want you to be sure. You say the word and we can stop. You can pinch me if we need to stop. If you want to stop. I hope you don’t. Please tell me we can have this little wolf. It may be selfish, but we deserve it.” I tell her, almost pleading and she quickly nods “yes p>
I kiss her while sliding my hand down the front of her shift, groping her breast and then down to the hem line of her shirt. I quickly grab it and pull it up and over her head. Her breast and milky white skin are on full display with her pretty pink nipples. I don’t think I can get any harder or wait any longer, but I am trying to draw this time out, since it will be our last. I take a nipple into my mouth while I slide my hands down her abdomen, and to the top of her sleep shorts. I slowly run one finger under the band of her
gives me. I can’t wait to taste you little wolf, has shorts while I put my forehead against hers, waiting for permission, which she anyone tasted your sweet cunt before?” I ask and she shakes her head “no.” “Is that another fist you want to give me little wolf?” I ask but almost feel guilty. I should save something for her fated mate, but right now, he can piss off. She nods her head yes and I grab a hold of the band of her shorts and pull them off slowly down her legs and ankles. I am met with a pair of black lace panties and I make a mental note to thank the girls that picked out her clothes in town because damn, they did good. I look up at her while rubbing her inner thighs and flash her my dimples I know make her melt and she starts blushing and it turns out she can blush all the way down her neck and to the tops of her breasts. “I knew there was other places I could make you blush little wolf.” and then grab the tops of her panties and rip them down the front and clean off of her, throwing them across the room. She looks at me wide eyed, in disbelief. “Don’t worry, I will get you more.” I inform her while never taking my gaze off of her beautiful pink pussy. I look up at her and remove her hands she was resting on her abdomen and sink down between her knees and place her hands on top of my head. Letting her run her fingers through my short black strands. “Don’t be afraid to guide me little wolf.” I tell her and then I look back down and plan out my feast.
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