Page 90 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

I laughed. “I would pay so much money to watch you kick his ass.”

“How much we talking about here? Because word on the street is you’re flush with cash…”

I paused, looking up in thought. “How about dinner at the House of Prime Rib?”

She pursed her lips and then nodded. “Acceptable. Okay, see you later! Let me know which guy you choose!”

Esther hung up before my face could give it all away.

“Why didn’t you tell her it’s me?”

“Christ on a cracker!” I yelled, jumping a foot in the air. “Dammit, Nolan, how the hell did you sneak up on me? I need to put bells on you guys…”

He stood behind me and shrugged. “It’s a gift. So, why didn’t you tell her you’re choosing me?”

“I’m not sure I’ve officially signed off on that plan yet,” I huffed. “Sneaking up behind me is going to dock you a few points.”

“Points?” he asked. “Oh, so this is a competition now?” His eyes lit up and he leaned on his arms against the back of the couch, bringing his face closer to mine. “I’m very good at winning.”

A wave of bourbon and vanilla washed over me and my nipples hardened. “Aren’t you watching the game?” I asked, my pulse quickening.

His pupils dilated and he ran his nose along the outer shell of my ear. “I have something far more beautiful I’d rather be doing.”

Nolan let out a low growl and then nipped at my ear lobe. I became wet with slick, my need for him gnawing away at my core. “Nolan,” I whimpered, leaning back into the couch.

His lips gently caressed my neck while his hands came over my shoulders and grabbed my breasts, kneading them over my t-shirt. I watched our reflection in the window, spreading my legs as I grabbed his upper arms. His eyes raised slightly, and he smiled, noticing how I was looking at us.

“Look at how sexy you are, sugar. Do you have any idea how hard it is keeping my hands off you?”

One of them traveled down further, slipping under my sweatpants and underwear. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

I moaned as his middle finger rubbed my clit, circling and pressing while staring at my face in our reflection.

“All for you,” I replied, rolling my hips to meet his slow, deliberate movements. His finger then pushed inside me, his palm rubbing hard and bringing me to climax. The first one when I was this turned on always came quickly, and my nails dug into his hardened biceps as it built, panting heavily until he gave me my release.

“That’s it,” Nolan purred. “You’re so pretty when you come for me. Can you show me again?”

I nodded wordlessly, my voice stuck in my throat. My whole body felt like jelly and I couldn’t move, so I gave into the ecstasy and surrendered myself to his arms. He picked me up and took me upstairs, ignoring Cam’s frustrated screams coming from the basement.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? How did you miss him? He was right there!”

We went into my nest and Nolan gently laid me down on my bed, turning the lights down low and connecting his phone to my Bluetooth speaker. The slow, sensual beats of an R&B song floated across the room, and Nolan took off his clothes, taking his time and keeping his eyes on me. I drank him in, admiring the shadows that formed beneath every muscle on his sculpted chest, following the trail of dark hair that led straight down where the V of his abdomen pointed. His large cock was straight and hard, the knot already inflated. He moved towards me next, removing my clothes with the same, languid pace, setting the mood – not for rushed, desperate fucking, but deliberate, passionate sex.

Once we were both nude, he lowered himself on top of me, kissing me from my forehead down, appreciating every inch of skin he came across with reverence. I relished how special he made me feel, how prized.

As he got closer to my pussy I became even wetter with anticipation, but he skipped over it, heading down further to my thighs, my knees, and my calves. When he got to my feet, he sat up, bringing one up to massage it. His strong hands applied the perfect amount of pressure, and my eyes rolled back in my head from pure bliss.

“That feels amazing,” I moaned.

When he finished with the first foot, he left it resting on his shoulder before he moved to the next one, expertly wrenching out my stress and tension until I felt like a happy puddle of goo. After he brought my other foot over his shoulder, he made his way back up, kissing the inside of my legs until he reached my pussy again.

Now his tongue began to work in greater earnest. It pierced me, lapping me up and tasting me as though he were starving. “You’re so sweet, sugar. When I die, I want to be right here between your legs.”

“Don’t die yet,” I laughed. “I’m so close.”

He chuckled in return and focused his mouth on my clit, his fingers now working inside me. My orgasm built again, and I ran my hands through his thick brown hair. “Nolan,” I sighed. What else could I say? My body told him exactly how good he could make me feel.

I climaxed again, my back arching as I panted and whimpered, pure bliss running through my veins. Once I came back down, I felt limp, and Nolan made his way back up towards my face, kissing along the path again. His lips met mine, and I tasted my slick on his tongue.

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