Page 87 of Who Let The Wolves Out?

“I’ve got you.” His voice is rough, his breath hot against my skin. “Come for me.”

And I do, the world shattering around me as I fall apart in his arms.

Jason slows, his hands smoothing up my back, fingers finding the curve of my shoulder blades. His breath is heavy against my neck, still warm, still steady, like he’s savoring every second.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me.

I nod, my forehead pressing against the cool wood floor. “Yeah. Just… keep going.”

He chuckles, the sound dark and a little smug. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”

He moves his cock again, slow at first, deliberate, like he’s mapping me out all over again. His hands slide down to my waist, gripping me tighter as he picks up the pace. The rhythm is steady, deep, and I feel the heat building low in my stomach already.

“You’re gonna make me come again, aren’t you?” I gasp, my fingers curling against the floor.

“That’s the plan.” His voice is rough, but there’s a lightness to it, like he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

His hands move to my hips, pulling me closer with each thrust. The friction is maddening, perfect, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

“Jason—”

“Shh,” he cuts me off, his lips brushing my shoulder. “Just let me take care of you.”

I let out a shaky breath, my body arching as he hits that spot inside me that makes everything else melt away. His hands tighten on my hips, and I know he’s close too, but he’s holding back, waiting for me.

“You’re close,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I can feel it.”

His hands slide up my back, fingers tangling in my hair as he pulls me upright, my back pressed against his chest. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing my skin as he murmurs, “Come for me, Alice.”

And I do, the world collapsing around me as I fall apart in his arms. He follows me over the edge, his grip on me tightening as he groans my name, low and rough and sweet.

We stay like that for a moment, his chest pressed against my back, his heart pounding against me. His hands smooth down my arms, and I lean into him, letting him take my weight.

“Told you I’d take care of you,” he murmurs, his voice lazy and satisfied.

I laugh, the sound soft and breathless. “Yeah, you did.”

He kisses the base of my neck, slow and lingering. “Good.”

We stay there, tangled together on the floor, the world outside forgotten for now.

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