Page 65 of Who Let The Wolves Out?

“You’re staring again,” he says, his voice low, teasing.

“Can’t help it,” I fire back, my breath hitching as his fingers hook into the waistband of my shorts. “You’re kind of hard to look away from.”

He laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates through me as he tugs my shorts and panties down, his hands brushing against my thighs. The cool air kisses my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his gaze.

And then his mouth is on me, and I’m done talking. His tongue is slow, deliberate against my folds, every flick and stroke sending shocks of pleasure up my spine. I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, and he hums against my clit, the vibration making my toes curl.

“Jason,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper.

He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his lips glistening. “Yeah?”

“Don’t stop.”

A grin spreads across his face, wicked and knowing. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

And then he’s back at it, his hands gripping my hips to keep me still as he works me over. My head falls back, the world narrowing to the sensation of his mouth on me, the soft sounds he makes, the way his fingers dig into my skin.

He shifts slightly, his tongue finding a rhythm that has me arching off the couch. “Close,” I manage, my voice trembling.

He pulls back, his breath warm against my skin, and I whimper at the loss. His eyes lock on mine, dark and hungry, as he stands just long enough to shove his pants down. The sight of his cock, hard and ready, sends a shiver through me. He kneels back on the couch, his hands sliding up my thighs, and I can’t help but laugh, soft and breathless.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, his voice rough but amused.

“You,” I say, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “You’re always so… intense.”

“You love it,” he says, leaning in to kiss me, slow and deep. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, and I feel the heat of him against me. He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. “Ready?”

“Always,” I whisper, my heart pounding.

He slides his cock into me, slow and steady, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. He pauses, letting me adjust, his breath hot against my neck.

“Okay?” he murmurs.

“More than okay,” I say, my voice trembling.

He starts to move, each thrust deliberate, each one drawing a soft moan from my lips. His hands roam my body, mapping every curve, every inch of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groans, his rhythm faltering for just a moment.

“You’re going to kill me,” he says, his voice strained.

“Not my fault you’re irresistible,” I tease, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He laughs, the sound low and warm, and then he’s kissing me again, his movements growing more urgent. I can feel the tension building, coiling tight in my stomach, and I cling to him, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Jason,” I whisper, my voice breaking.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’ve got you.”

And then I’m falling, the world dissolving into a haze of pleasure as he follows me over the edge, his body shuddering against mine. He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close.

Jason’s hand slides down my stomach, his fingers brushing against me with a slow, deliberate teasing that makes my breath hitch. His head rests on my chest, his stubble scratching my skin, and I know that smirk is tugging at his lips before he even says anything.

“Still with me?” he murmurs, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver through me.

“Barely,” I say, my voice breathless, my fingers tangled in his hair. “You’re not exactly making it easy.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against me as his fingers circle, light and maddening. “Good. Didn’t think easy was your style.”

“You’re an ass,” I manage, my hips lifting off the couch, chasing his touch.

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