Page 19 of Bodyguard Wolf's Fated Mate
"I'm in no mood to talk about business or tonight's celebration. You feel what I feel. There is no disguising the insatiable appetite in your eyes. Why don't you feast on this?" I moved around on the bed until I spread my legs inviting him to come a little closer.
"I don't blame you for what you did out there. It would've been nice to see you in action for the first time. There will be time for that later. I give you fair warning the transition isn't going to be easy. The pain is terrible, but I can help alleviate it with an injection of endorphins straight from the source." He patted his crotch for emphasis.
"Get that cute little butt of yours over here," I commanded in a growl.
He looked back and then at me with a huge smile on his face. "Come to think of it, I've never had any complaints, but I do appreciate the compliment." He was inches away from my mouth and daring me to do the unspeakable underneath my father's nose.
I opened his pants with the sound of his zipper louder than expected. He didn't stop me from extracting his dripping cock. It was rather intimidating at first glance, but then I felt this compulsion to see how much I could fit into my mouth.
I never took my eyes off of him while devouring those inches one at a time. There was a delicious afterthought concerning my father walking in on us. It didn't bother me, and I stared at the door between his legs wishing it would happen.
"Don't do anything you're not comfortable with. I have to stress the importance of thinking with the human side of yourself. It's going to take effort, but you'll thank me for my unsolicited advice. You have to know if this is what you really want or if the wolf is influencing you. You'll know the difference. You might not think so but you will," he stammered through his teeth while looking down at me in the middle of pleasing him with my mouth.
It wasn't like I could respond when my mouth had a mind of its own. Luke was right about the wolf influencing me. It was having a little bit of fun at my expense. She wanted him and I was going along for the ride.
I worked his flute back and forth in and out of my throat. He played a symphony of moans and groans to encourage me to pull out all the stops. My hand cradled his family jewels, warming them to my touch before squeezing slightly to distract him from the moment of truth.
The joy came from the look of pure ecstasy on his face. He couldn't hide the pleasure derived from having his member in my mouth. It made it that much more delicious when I sensed that he was about to burst.
I thought he would last longer, but I took it as a good sign we were compatible. The vein down the back throbbed with insistence. It demanded to release the heavy load stored within those heaving balls.
His hands ran through my hair until he had a firm grip to make sure I was in the right position. The heat of the first burst cascaded over the surface of my tactile tongue. The taste rivaled anything I had ever had in my mouth including my favorite dessert when I was a child.
I didn't swallow right away but let it shoot across the bow of my tongue several times. The last few shots were not as strong as the first ones. They died out on the heels of his orgasm. There was freedom in the music of his bellow of release.
The invisible barrier of my lips sealed around the shaft bulging at the seams. Nothing escaped, not even a little dribble down the corner of my mouth. My tongue formed around him to clean every inch before popping him clean and polished from my lips.
"I can't remember the last time somebody took me over the edge in less than five minutes. I think I might've been obsessing about this for a little too long. Why don't you let me show you what my tongue can do in return? The competition is fierce, but I think I'm up to the task," he said with a show of his oral talents with a flutter of his serpent tongue.
It unfurled longer than most and rivaled a certain celebrity rock star. It was bigger than some appendages. His was almost a carbon copy in length to what he possessed between his legs. Those 9 inches satisfied more than my sweet tooth.
Luke dropped to his knees with my ankles locked in his hands. He opened me up to see the warm blood of my lips glistening with more than a casual interest in what he was about to do.
The panties had a customized hole made in them for this purpose. The red peignoir was ripe with my breasts heaving in the fabric.
He wasted no time in ripping it off of my milky flesh. My squeal of delight signaled him to continue.
The fabric was in tatters and torn beyond any form of recognition. The only thing he left on me was the panties but that held no obstacle for the length of his impressive tongue.
"I hope you don't pass out. It's been known to happen. It's not bragging if you can back it up with actions." He slipped the pointed end of his tongue into me until that long oral appendage stretched me out like never before.
I didn't want to admit it yet the truth was inevitable. His tongue could do things that other more formidable pieces of anatomy couldn't even fathom. He had this insatiable thirst, and I was more than happy to provide something to quench it. My juices flowed freely from between my legs while he plugged my hole with his tongue repeatedly.
I tried to keep it down to a dull roar by muffling my exclamations of appreciation for his talents into a pillow over my head. I bit into the pillowcase until the stuffing was flying everywhere while I chewed on it like a wild animal.
He had a firm grip of my ass cheeks with his fingers digging into the pliant flesh. I had no further thought of the transition at midnight. The wet sound coming from between my legs was courtesy of the way he consumed me.
A ravenous dog after a bone had nothing on him. The man completely focused on my pleasure. He wasn't just going through the motions for appearances. This was a man consummate in his abilities.
The dam burst but he never relented for even a second. He held me down while I was bucking and jumping off of the bed. My body had turned inside out with an immense amount of pressure releasing. He gulped several times and yet never came up for air until I finally settled down.
He stroked his organ but there was no need for manual stimulation. The head was an enormous battering ram. It was a different shade from its normal pinkish pigment. A fair amount of sticky sauce dripped down the head and over the shaft while he massaged it into his glands.
"That was delicious. How many times did you climax? I counted at least two, but I really wasn't paying attention. You just kept pulsating. I need to be with you. It's not a matter of want, but I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," he said before shuffling forward with his knob leading the way.
"I can't even express what this means to me. I'm speechless for the first time in my life. Don't take my word for it. Ask anyone on the staff. I am never at a loss for words." I sighed with my legs limply spread open and my feet planted on the floor.
He touched me with the head and moved it around my clit in a circular motion one way before going the other way. The inside of my legs quivered, and those lips sodden with a sticky dew welcomed him. It was a tease before the main course was delivered.
