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“Oh God,” she whispered.
Her hands dropped to her sides and because of the shadows, could see her press them into the wall.
Lowering to my knees on the asphalt, I looked up at her. Her eyes were wide, her big tits practically bouncing beneath her white shirt as she panted.
Thank fuck for skirts because I slid my hands up her silky soft thighs, the fabric draping over my wrists.When her panties were revealed, I growled. I couldn’t tell if they were white or yellow or a pretty shade of pink. Something light.
They were small and fucking frilly. The material wasn’t cotton, something sheer and see through. Even in the darkness, I couldn’t miss the little dark patch of hair above her pussy. Fuck, I couldn’t tell if it was red, but imagined it so.
My mouth watered for a taste and I didn’t even wait to get those panties down. Setting my hands on her hips, I held her in place as I dove in, like jumping in a pool headfirst.
The gusset was wet. Soaked. It clung to her folds and when I gave a little suck, I got her taste on my tongue. Her scent in my nose.
Sweet. Tangy.
Her hips bucked at the contact so I gripped her a little harder.
“Step wider.”
She did.
Yeah, I was in charge now.
Curling my fingers, I took her panties down her thighs and they caught, taut and wide, around her knees. The sight of her, skirt up over my wrists, pussy exposed, sweet little panties lowered, she looked like innocence and sin combined.
And mine.
My sister and Ellie once talked over dinner about a romance book they read with a shifter in it. A guy who turned into a fucking werewolf, which made no sense to me whatsoever. They were talking about how hot it was that the hero knew after one sniff, one lick that she was his.
I’d rolled my eyes at the time, but maybe there was something to it.
Because in this moment, I felt feral. I wanted to bite her, claw at her. Mark her. And her scent? Her taste? This woman was mine.
I’d have a good time showing her that. Hell, we’d have all the time in the world for getting to know each other. Getting to know each other’s fucking names.
But now? She was mine and that was all I needed to know.
Besides, I had to fill that bingo card for her. Kissing her pussy and taking the panties.
Panties first, because I wanted her leg over my shoulder. I wanted to be smothered in her cream. Coating my scruff. My fingers. My tongue.
I slid the panties down her legs, careful to get them over her boots. She lifted one foot, then the other, helping me rid her of anything that was going to get inmy way. I couldn’t help but sniff them, feel how wet they were with the tip of my nose.
I couldn’t help but smile as I tucked them in my back pocket.
“Think you can keep quiet, red?” I murmured.
“Yes,” she whispered, nodding her head and looking down at me. “Why do you call me Red?”
“‘Cause I bet that’s the color of that little thatch of hair over your pussy,” I said, hooking one thigh and setting it over my shoulder.
She gasped.
“Shh, or I won’t put my mouth on you.” I kissed her inner thigh. “You want my mouth?”
One hand braced against the wall, the other grabbed my hair. “Fuck, yes,” she replied, a little loud for trying not to let anyone around the other sides of the building hear.
I couldn’t help but grin.
