Page 107 of Bad Wolf

“You take it to another level. Sex with you is…”

He struggles to find words, but I know exactly what he means because I feel it too. That bone-deep need. Set alight by a passion that’s never really satiated.

“Get up here and spread that greedy pussy open with your fingers. Mine will be busy.”

Oh my God, he’s filthy. I slink up his body, unable to hide how wet I am for him, embarrassed knowing I’m leaving a trail of my desire along his skin.

“Fuck, Baby. You’re dripping for me.”

“I like this side of you,” I say, as he lifts me so I settle above his chin.

“You make me crazy. Now hold yourself open.”

My hands shake as I slide them between my legs.

“You’re so good at doing what I ask.” He takes a few laps at where I’m exposing myself, and after the third and fourth swipe, I’m no longer self-conscious. I hold myself open to him with one hand and sink lower. The other gathers the material of his jersey high and out of his way.

He smiles, laying his head back down on the pillow, and swirls his tongue inside of me. It’s bliss, pure bliss, and when I feel the pads of his fingers gently massage and press at my other hole, I shiver. I’ve never done anything like this before.

But when he moans about how good I taste and how he never wants to stop eating me, my body relaxes and he slips a slicked-up finger in. He pulses in time with his tongue and before I know it, I’m writhing in more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before.

The orgasm I’ve been fighting off, holding back, barrels through me and I come on a cry as he clamps onto me and practically sucks the orgasm from me.

Utterly spent, I fall in a heap on his chest. He lifts my limp body a few inches in the air and places me back down on his waiting cock.

“Ride me, Wren.”

“I can’t, my legs feel like jelly.”And that was the orgasm of a lifetime.

“You can and you will.”

He lifts up slightly and captures my mouth with his. My taste mingles with his and I can’t get enough. Eventually, he rips his mouth away and repositions me so my back is to him, slowly lowering me down onto his waiting dick.

“Even after all that, you’re still so tight. Fuckin’ hell.”

He grabs handfuls of his jersey to my hips, so his name pulls tight across my back and then he helps me rock, knowing I’m still breathless from that explosive orgasm.

“Seeing my name like this. The way you’re moving. Your sweet taste in my mouth. It’s…” he growls and picks up speed. Jutting into me with an unbridled passion. Hard, fast. Harder still.

Soon, the angle, the pace, it’s enough to spark another orgasm. This one is slower but builds nonetheless. It fizzes like a slow-burning fuse until it explodes, deep and violent, taking all cognizant thought with it. Knocking the wind right out of me, his name the only sound on my lips.

When I eventually open my eyes, I’m on my back, Knox above, climbing, desperate to find his own release. With all the strength I can muster, I run my hands through his hair and lift my head to take his lips in another addictively deep kiss. Soon, he’s ripping his mouth from mine and roaring out my name with a string of expletives and collapsing beside me, fighting to breathe.

After he’s dragged enough air into his lungs, he turns to me, “Wren, there’s win sex and then there’swinsex. That was… fuck me, that was good.”

“So good.”

He starts laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“My dick could direct traffic.”

When I look down, I can’t help but giggle. It really does look like one of those wands cops use. Shimmering and glowing red.

“God that was good. I need to eat though, you hungry?”

“I could go for a snack,” I tell him.

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