The question comes right after his hard length plunges back inside me, and all I can do is moan and nod.
"Of course you do. You've been aching for this the whole time, haven't you?"
The friction is exquisite, each impact sending shivers of ecstasy rippling through me. I rock back to meet his every thrust as I realize, "Oh my god, you're not going to stop talking, are you?"
"Of course not," he admits gleefully. "Is that really a problem? You like my mouth, don't you?"
He's right. I want every filthy word along with every thrust that drives him deeper. His cock hits just the right spot to make my whole body tremble with need. I can’t help making noise.
"Oh, yes!"
"What was that?"
"Fuck yes, Marlow!"
His smug dirty talk, while sexy as hell, doesn't fool me. There’s restraint in his voice as he works to keep a steady pace. His gaze palpable, laser-focused on where we’re joined, watching his cock sink into me. He's riveted and just as keyed up as I am.
"Fuck," he says between heavy breaths. "Can't last long. This is even better than I imagined."
My stomach does a flip. "You imagined?"
"Like I said. One bed. Blue balls."
He’s right. Much as I’d love to take my time with him, my cock leaks under me, desperate for some relief. I move one hand from the bed to wrap around my rigid length, stroking myself. My other hand braces against the mattress, my knees bearing most of my weight as I drive backwards to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck, right there, please," I gasp out.
"Yeah, I'll give it to you," he promises. "Holy shit. What are you doing?"
"Uh, jacking myself off?"
"Cool, yeah. Are you holding yourself up one-handed while I fuck you?"
A shaky laugh escapes me at the question. "Not really. My knees are doing most of the work. Werewolf, remember?"
"Okay, well, what if I..." Marlow adjusts us, pulling my legs out from under me until they’re no longer supporting me. He drills into me without missing a beat, hitting exactly the right spot.
I groan and keep going, holding myself up with my free hand while the one around my cock speeds up.
"You're still doing it," he says.
"I'm still a werewolf."
"Holy fuck, that isso hot."
Oh, I was wondering what was up with the questions. He likes my casual werewolf strength. A lot. Marlow curses and breathes short encouragements while he watches, no longer able to manage an endless stream of dirty talking while he’s transfixed by my little display. I keep jerking myself off while supporting my weight one-handed, and it doesn’t take long before Marlow’s hips stutter and he starts coming with a long groan.
The feeling of him pulsing inside me sends me over the edge while my hand works frantically over my cock. Orgasm crashes through me and I bite down on my lip to muffle the howl that wants to escape—apparently Marlow was right about that possibility.
Marlow collapses against my back, both of us breathing hard. His weight feels good, grounding me as aftershocks ripple through my system. We stay like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. Eventually, Marlow pulls out carefully, and I miss the connection immediately. I roll onto my side, unsure what to do now.
Resisting the alluring, infuriating demon any longer was impossible but that doesn’t mean sleeping together was the best idea. What happens now? Should we talk about it?
Marlow flops down next to me, already knowing what I’m thinking. "Don't make this weird, Blackwood."
I laugh despite myself. "I wasn't going to make it weird."
"You were absolutely going to get weird. I can see it in your face. You're already overthinking." He reaches over and traces a finger along my jaw. "Just... don't. Not tonight."
