Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“What about Remy?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder down the hall. “She’s still okay?”
He grinned. “Still sleeping through everything. If she can sleep through a storm like this, she can sleep through me fucking you good and hard.”
Yes. I wanted to be fucked good and hard. Wes. Over me. In me. Not holding back.
“I know what you need,” he added, stepping into my space.
He answered with his lips. A counter-attack–just as forceful as mine had been. And then some. When his hand went to my bare butt and lifted, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me into his bedroom.
I wanted Wes. I wanted this. I needed it.
8
WES
Fuck yes, she tasted good. As good as her scent that was rubbing all over my skin.
My wolf was practically howling with satisfaction.
My dick was hard as a fucking hammer.
Joy’s ass was a handful. Lush and full. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel her hard little nipples.
She was ravenous for me. Her mouth met mine with equal intensity. Her hands roamed over my bare back, my chest, and my skin lit up everywhere they went.
After I kicked the door shut behind us, I lowered her onto the bed, only breaking the kiss when it wasn’t enough. I needed to taste the rest of her.
My mouth moved to her jaw, her neck. I felt her frantic pulse beneath my lips.
Then I moved lower. Her collarbone.
While her arms were in my flannel I’d given her to put on, it did nothing to cover her. She was bare to me.
I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked. Hard. With my hand, I played with the neglected one. Tugging on it. Testing her to see how she liked it. Did she like it gentle, or was there a wild thing inside of her?
I had a feeling I knew the answer because she gasped at the rough play. Squirmed. Moaned.
I switched sides.
She began to thrash, her hands tunneling through my hair.
“Wes,” she moaned.
I moved lower, circled her navel with my tongue. Then dropped to the floor. With an easy tug on her ankles, I pulled her to me, then hooked my arms around her thighs.
Her scent was stronger here. Her pussy was open and ripe and wet now, and not from the shower or the rain storm.
I ran one blunt fingertip through her slit, coating it in her sweet juice. Put it in my mouth.
Fuck me, she tasted good. So fucking sweet. Pre-cum spurted from my dick with my need to get in her. To be coated in it.
“This all for me, honey?”
“Honey?” Her voice was breathy.
“That’s what you taste like. Honey. Sticky and delicious.” I dragged my tongue through her juices again. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m going to lick this pussy until you come all over my face. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
“I’m ready.” She looked down her body at me. Her tits heaved with each breath.
“For my dick? You haven’t even seen it yet to know what you’re in for. Gotta get you ready for me.”
Her lips spread in a slow smile. “I got a preview yesterday,” she reminded.
“Honey, I wasn’t hard then.”
Her eyes flared with understanding. What she’d seen wasn’t what I was going to give her now. “Show me.”
I let go of her thighs and stood between her parted knees. Pushed my pajama pants down, and they dropped to my feet.
Gripping the base, I stroked my dick from root to tip. It took a while because I was big. Real big. Women I’d been with in the past took me, but it hadn’t been easy. They needed to like it rough. They needed to like it deep. They needed to… hell, be okay with not walking right the next day.
“Oh my.” Joy licked her lips.
She scrambled up and was on her hands and knees for me. Then her tongue flicked the tip.
“Fuck,” I growled and spurted some pre-cum on her lips. Definitely wild.
Her gaze lifted to mine and seeing her mouth an inch from my dick? I was going to come just like this.
“No. Bad girl.” I reached over and spanked her ass. It wasn’t all that hard of a swat, but the crack of it filled the room.
She whined. “But it’s so big, and I want it in my mouth, and I want to taste it–”
She had to stop talking. I couldn’t handle more of what she wanted to do with her mouth and my dick. Maybe putting it in her mouth would shut her up.
But no.
No. I needed to taste her. To make her come with my face between her thighs. I needed to somehow embed her scent onto my skin. All over my beard.
“If you want to take my dick down your throat, you can do that later. When your pussy’s sore from being railed and needs some time to recover. If you keep being a bad girl, I can also fuck that ass.”