Page 33 of Runaway Wolf
Sexy Cait rolled over smoothly and came up on all fours, angling that sweet, heart-shaped ass toward him. God, he could see her pretty cunt lips peeking out from between those smooth thighs, all swollen and delectable.
“Like this?” She wiggled her ass slightly.
His heart pounded against his ribs. “Exactly like that, beautiful. Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he muttered. “Perfect, heart-shaped ass. Pretty little pussy, sweet as a peach.”
“Pleased as a peach,” she corrected. “Now slide inside. Give me your wolf.”
Blood pounded through his veins. He leaned the tip of his cock at her entrance and it looked perfect there, butted up against her fleshy lips. His cock was angry and red, dripping precum from the tip. He smeared it up her seam, but that just mingled their fluids together.
Fuck, if he wasn’t going to survive this.
Slowly he pushed in and it was just like he expected. He could feel her throbbing all around him, pulsing. He gripped her hips with clawed fingers, probably too hard but she didn’t complain. Instead, she angled back and met his thrust, until he was buried so deep it felt like he belonged.
Inside, his wolf howled with pleasure, begged him to go faster, to give them relief.
He pulled out, and bucked right into her again, yanking her hips back onto his stiff rod. Every inch of her felt like heaven. He thrust faster, heard her breath catch, felt her heartrate speed.
In the mirror across the room, her tits were jiggling with his thrusts and God, his hips plowing into her were wild and erratic. Just animalistic.
His balls tingled, wanting to spew at the sight.
He pulled out and refused to sink back in, left her pussy splayed open, and roughly tapped her ass. “Turn over,” he growled, his voice was nearly unrecognizable.
She flipped over onto her back and her legs opened wide, presenting him with that tight hole he’d claimed.
God, he’d pull out of her when he came and look at her just like this, but he’d see her creamy pussy, spilling his cum all out of her sex, unable to hold it in.
This time when he sank into her, she looked up into his face and she looked so beautiful, so eager for his cock, his touch, his kiss.
“I can’t get enough of you. The wolf can’t get enough.”
“Then you’ll just have to fuck me all night, right? Share me between you?”
Fucking. Perfect. Mate. She understood exactly. Two beings were equally enamored over this tiny, perfect human. Instead of letting them fight over her, she was teaching him and his wolf to bind. To share.
His wet cock slid into her tight sheath, and her heat wrapped around him. Her cunt was throbbing and her eyes were heavy lidded, her lips flushed and glistening.
“You ready to come again?” he growled, recognizing the gorgeous, sultry look.
“As soon as you start fucking me like the wolf,” she said.
His hips bucked, in and out of her, animalistic like he’d been when they were doggy-style. When she exploded, screaming out his name, when her pussy gripped his erection and pulsed her pleasure around it, he let himself explode, pumping stream after stream of hot release into her.
And when she was sated and full, her breasts heaving as she sucked in air and rode down from her high, he did what he promised to himself and his wolf.
He pulled out of her spent body and watched the cum leak from her ravaged little pussy.
Once wasn’t enough. Once would never be enough.
He dragged his thumb through the mess and tried to push it back inside, but that just turned them both on again.
And filthy being that he was, he wanted to lick her clean.
The wolf wanted to lick her clean.
God, he hoped she’d be agreeable to that. Once was never going to be enough.
“Good morning,” she whispered. She was so gorgeous, her hair fluffy and messy, her eyes sleepy and her lips full from being kissed.
