Page 22 of Carter

I curl my finger and slowly drag it out from her center, and I can see some of my seed spills some more. Leandra takes my finger, covered in both our arousal, and brings it to her mouth, sucking it clean. She still has that haze in her eyes, not fully coming down from her high.

I reach over to the side of the car and pull a box of tissues out. As the haze from the shattering orgasm slowly dissipates, my eyes lower to where our bodies connected a few seconds ago. Seeing my seed spilling out of her made me realize we did not use protection.

“Never done that before,” I say, my lips close to hers.

“What?” she asks dazedly. “Kiss me when I’ve just had a mouthful of you?” She almost wants to laugh at the absurdity. I shake my head, lifting her chin so our eyes meet “cum inside anyone,” I clarify. Her eyes are still foggy, but there is a sharpness in our eyes returning to them, making us feel vulnerable. “Must be pretty important to me or something,” I muse playfully.

Her whole body feels warm under my confession, her eyes go wide, and I can finally see that it’s sinking in that we just had unprotected sex. The first for both of us. Leandra smiles up at me biting her lower lip. “Maybe,” she says with a smirk tugging on her lips as I grin at her.

When we arrive at the pack house, Leandra is the first to speak. “I—I’m going to shower,” she says, heading to the primary suite. The drive back after our passionate encounter on the side of the road was interesting, but not in a good way. The ride back was silent, with no talking whatsoever, just the music that played, but even that was almost too low. Leandra didn’t say anything. She only stared out the window and busied herself with her phone. At one point, she even pretended to fall asleep.

A few minutes pass, and I head towards our bedroom to change into comfy clothes and check on Peach. I walk into our room, and the sound of the shower running has my dick throbbing against my zipper. I’m tempted to go in there, but that is not why I came. I remove my shirt and trousers leaving me in just my boxers.

The bathroom door opens, and she walks out. Wrapped in a towel and her long hair dripping to her ass, she looks like seduction without even trying. Leandra had no idea how fucking sexy she is, but damn, did she know how to work that body.

Eyes trail over me, lingering on my mouth and then lower to where my bulge stands for her attention. I smirk as she tries to hide what she wants. Her tongue goes to lick her lips as she swallows, biting her bottom lip. I clear my throat loudly, trying not to laugh when she flushes red.

In three strides, I close the distance between us, wrapping one of my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me. My other hand cups her cheek. My lips graze hers. “Tell me how badly you want it, Peach?” I can tell her mood just by looking at her, and I know my good girl wants to suck my cock.

I remove the towel from her body, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes are full of lust and mischief. Staring straight at me, she smirks before dropping to her knees and reaching up to remove my boxers. She looks up at me one last time before her lips are on me, wrapping around my head in one hot, wet motion. Fuck! I suck a breath in and release it, letting myself relax and part my legs wider as I tilt my head back, savoring the way my good girl sucks me.

She keeps her eyes on mine as she sucks my full length down her throat and back out. My cock glistens with her saliva as she dips her head and runs her tongue over my aching balls. The sensation of her licking and sucking my balls makes my cock twitch in her hand.

Her eyes are full of desire.

“God Peach.” I squeeze my eyes shut as precum leaks from the end of my cock. Leandra licks the precum—tasting me.

“Mmm, so fuckin' good,” she moans.

Then wraps the base of my cock in one hand and cups the other around my balls. Unable to look away from the sight before me, her mouth parts as she licks her lips, wetting them with her tongue and then taking me in her mouth again. “Fuck yes,” I growl, sinking one hand into her hair and guiding her mouth up and down my cock.

“You suck my cock so well. Such a good girl.” I apply more pressure to her head, encouraging her to increase her pace.

She sucks harder, swirling her tongue around my glistening cock. “Peach, I’m going to come in your perfect mouth.” She moans around my length and hums, the vibrations sending me over the edge as I explode, shooting my cum down her throat, which she swallows down like an expert. I pull her up and claim her lips, tasting myself as I devour her mouth. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her toward our bed.

I throw her against the mattress and climb towards her. As she goes to grab me, I pin both her wrist above her head using one of my hands as the other one grips her thigh. I kiss her passionately, devouring her mouth and sucking on her tongue.

She moans into my mouth, and I proudly swallow them. I kiss her ear, sucking on her lobe, moving along her neck kissing and sucking, leaving a mark. I push her thigh a little more toward her, letting go to tease her lips with my cock. She’s drenched. She was soaking the bed sheets with her juices. I align my cock at her entrance. I nearly lose it as we both gasp as I enter her, stretching her tight little pussy to accommodate my size.

I thrust my cock inch by inch, looking down to ensure she's adjusting to my size without pain. I start to thrust in and out of her slowly. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist.

Fuck me!

This woman owns me.

We find our rhythm. Her body was made for mine; there is no doubt about that. She met me thrust for thrust. We were both covered in sweat. I release her hands, and she nearly arches off the bed as my mouth sucks her perfect nipple. She tugs at my hair, pulling my lips back to hers, and we moved faster. Our breaths were the only audible sound in the room as she clawed at my back. Her gaze locked with mine, and it was as if everything moved in slow motion. Her dark brown eyes with flakes of gold were full of desire, lust, and love.

I thrust into her faster as I felt her pussy clench my cock, and I knew she was close to the edge. Her head fell back onto the pillow. I reached between us, circling her clit just the way I knew would put her over the edge. “Carter,” she groaned, her body started to shake, and she released, drenching my cock with her juices. I watched in awe for a few seconds, then drove into her with a need I had never experienced. For the first time, my wolf was taking over.

My wolf was feral; we needed to claim and mark her as ours. Thrusting harder and deeper once, twice, three times before we roared our release. I could feel my cock swell and pulse inside her as her pussy milked me painting her walls with my cum for the second time tonight.

Laying in bed with Leandra curled up next to me is one of the best feelings in the world. She’s sleeping peacefully after everything that happened today, from being asked to be Godparents to having sex without a condom. I know she’s scared because kids aren’t something we have talked about, and I know she isn’t on birth control, at least not the pills because I have never seen her take any.

I’m not worried about the consequences this can have because, if I am honest, I have imagined Peach being pregnant with my baby. Seeing my seed spill out of the perfect pink pussy had my wolf going feral with a desire to fill her with my cum. Both of us wanted nothing more than to do it again and again and again.

Leandra seemed off after the lovemaking in the car and at home. She wasn’t herself. She blocked her thoughts, so I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, as if she didn’t want me to know what was happening inside her mind. A million scenarios are going through my mind, making my wolf feel uneasy, and he also worries that we could have screwed things up with Leandra. The condom was my responsibility, and I fucked up. I can admit that and acknowledge that I will take on full responsibility for the outcome.

Leandra snuggles closer to me, and I pull her so that she lays her head on my chest. She mumbles, “I love you, Carter”, and I can’t help but smile like a fool. “I love you too, Peach,” I whisper, placing a kiss on top of her head. Looking at her peaceful state, I know she’s hiding something, but I also can’t judge her as I haven’t been completely honest with her about who I am or what I am.

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