Page 29 of Ravenous

Possibly the neighbor on the other side of my house heard me. My hips jerked, and my internal muscles squeezed and released around Wes' cock, milking out even more of his cum.

He growled, and I felt him fill me, spurt after spurt until it started to slip out down my thighs.

He gave my clit a slow circle, and I came some more–fresh gyrations of my hips and internal muscles. Not a scream this time, but a whimper.

He bucked against me, pressing me harder into the arm of the couch, spilling even more of his essence.

I was wilted and winded, my forehead buried in the soft cushion.

“Don’t move, honey. I’ll be right back,” he said.

My face was turned, so I was able to watch as Wes put his dick away as he went to the bathroom. He returned with a wet washcloth and used it to clean my pussy and inner thighs.

“Fuck,” he growled.

He seemed to growl a lot lately although I wasn’t sure why this time.

“What?” I asked, pushing myself up.

Wes helped pull me to my feet.

“I’ve got to get back to work.”

“All right.”

This guy was hard to read. Was he into me? Just wanted sex? It was hard to know where you stood with a guy of few words who came off as a grumpy bear when he talked.

But I knew he was a good guy.

And not just in bed.

He rescued me last night–and he’d seemed genuinely scared for me when he found me on the roof, not reluctant.

“If I spread that tarp right now, are you going to get back up on that roof?” He pointed in the direction of my house.

I turned, so my back was to him and jutted out my butt. Glancing down at it, I asked him, “I think these handprints are answer enough.”

His fingers stroked over one heated spot. “That’s right. Go back up there again, and I’ll punish the inside of your ass next.”

My mind blinked out for a moment. Did he mean–

Holy shit.

“I won’t go on the roof.”

The corners of his mouth tipped up in a hint of a smile. I wanted to figure out what it took to get a full grin out of him. “You like that idea. Me putting something in that ass of yours, whether it’s a finger or a plug or my dick.”

“I do not!” I stammered.

“Yeah, well, you’re blushing all the way down to your tits, and your nipples are hard. Your body doesn’t lie, honey.”

“I… I won’t go on the roof.”

“Good girl. I’ll put the tarp on now before I get back to work. You said the insurance people can’t be here for a few days?”

I nodded. “Yeah. They are inundated with claims from the storm. That’s why I’m trying to get things covered up now. I don’t know how long it will be before they actually start repairs.”

Wes frowned and rubbed his beard, his typical grouchy face in full force. “You’ll stay here until it’s been properly fixed.”

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