Page 130 of Ice Wolf
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Everything, baby.”
“Sounds like you can’t get enough.” I jerked at the button, finally maneuvering the zipper.
“That’s exactly right. Don’t worry. This is just the appetizer. I plan on feasting on you for hours later. Until I have my fill.”
His dirty talk was enhanced by the huskiness in his voice.
With an evil grin on his face, he slipped his hand between my legs, ripping my thong aside. Using just a single finger, he flicked it back and forth across my clit.
“Imagine when I suck on your tender little bud, Lily flower.”
I shuddered in response and freed his cock, immediately wrapping my hand around the base. As I twisted my hand, his entire face changed, the look more primal. “Mmm…”
“I’m so fucking hard. I could take you all night long.” He smiled in the devilish way that had made him a household name. The grin widened as he pinched my clit.
Being able to stroke him like this was shamelessly dangerous. I could barely breathe from the intensity of the moment and when his gaze darkened, I was pulled into a sweet vacuum.
The look wasn’t just of a man in need, but one who was starving to death.
Every stroke of his hand made me even wetter, the scent of raging hunger wafting between us.
His breathing remained ragged. I loved what I did to him and the fact he wasn’t shy about expressing it.
“I can’t wait to feast on you,” he murmured, rolling his fingers up and down my pussy.
The tingling sensations were overwhelming. Whatever we were doing wasn’t enough. Perhaps it would never be enough. The pounding in my chest increased, the man able to keep me breathless.
The moment he thrust his fingers inside, I lost all control. The orgasm was building. There was no way of stopping it, the ferociousness taking complete hold of me.
I threw my hand to the roof, pressing my palm against the soft material as an orgasm crushed my senses. I rode his hand as he finger-fucked me, doing everything I could to keep from issuing an audible moan.
“That’s it, baby. Take all you want.”
I felt his quick inhales, quivering every time he blew hot breath across my chest. I wasn’t shameful about my reaction, half laughing and half moaning because that’s what the man did to me.
When I ebbed down from the ravaging high, he removed his fingers, winking just before slipping them into his mouth. I watched in fascination as he sucked on the thick digits, licking every drop of my juice off his skin.
I lolled my head, dragging my tongue across my lips as my pussy continued to throb.
He was looking at me in an entirely different way, dark yet more soulful.
As if the connection had deepened.
As if we were one.
The notion should terrify me, but it only added to the moment of crazed intoxication. He laughed as I jerked on his trousers, forcing them further down his hips. With his cock fully aroused, I kept one hand wrapped around the base, rubbing the tip up and down my pussy.
“You want this?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
His laugh sent a thrill through me.
The man might be all kinds of arrogant, but he was also the most passionate person I’d ever met in my life. The look he was giving me alone kept my body tingling, completely electrified.
“Be careful teasing me. You know what I can and will do.” His tone was duskier and I sensed he was losing control.
