I take her nub between my lips and don’t let go. She’s tearing at my hair, frantic with excitement, just the way I want her.
“Garrett, pleaaseee…”
With one quick sweep of my foot to the back of her legs, she falls and I catch her, spreading her on top of her coat, snow crunching beneath her. I turn my body around, positioning my lower half over her mouth as I resume licking her pussy.
She fumbles at my zipper, finally lowering it. Two warm hands pull out my dick.
Damn… I’d kept my pants on for a reason, but this…the warmth of her fingers wrapping around my dick… there’s no fucking way I’m going to stop her from touching me.
A brief moment of sanity intrudes, warning me to pull away, trap her arms, do anything to keep her from touching me, but I drown it in layers of need.
When my tongue flicks and teases her entrance, her sweet moans reach down and grab me by the balls. I can’t pull away now, especially with her stroking my dick.
My wolf howls—the final push I no longer care to resist.
I lower my hips, brushing my cock over those sensuous lips. Her tongue presses against my tip, but she doesn’t open. She tortures me instead, her tongue stroking up and down, making me nice and wet. Every breeze feels like ice against my wet dick, which makes me seek her heat all the more.
Instinctively, my tongue enters her, hoping she’ll mirror my move. She treats me to soft lips covering my tip… a tease or a promise, I only know I’m losing myself quickly. My fingers find her nub, circling that elusive piece of flesh drawing it out as I flick my tongue.
Without warning, she sucks me in, all of me, and swallows against my dick. Fuuuuuck…. I almost lose my load right there.
The wind sweeps over us, the nip in the air stirring my wolf. The need to dominate, to take her, consumes me. I start slowly, sinking into her as I squeeze her clit. Almost immediately, she shudders beneath me, opening her throat wide as she orgasms… and I push down her throat.
Her mouth clamps down on me, holding me hostage as her walls seize my tongue. Locked inside her like this, knowing she’s mine, I let go, spilling down her throat.
I’m locked inside my female, spilling down her throat… captured and claimed. Me… not her. What the fuck?
And yet, I don’t care. All I want to do is stay here, locked inside her, forever. My tongue lazily laps at her core, as I’m unsure where to go from here. I have yet to fully claim her.
When she releases me, I withdraw, only for her to latch onto my dick again and suck the top half. Fucking hell, she’s not stopping, and I’m getting hard again, faster than usual. My hips move with her as she bobs on and off me, heating me to dangerous levels. My wolf growls, pushing me to finish claiming her, in a way that will make her undeniably mine. I can fight him off, but only for so long.
“Playing with fire, Angel.”
Fuck, she can’t talk with my dick down her throat.
“Keep going like that I’ll claim you, fully,” I give her one last warning.
She increases her speed, and I’m getting close to spilling again.
No, I’m the male here. She doesn’t dominate me.
I pull out, and reverse my position, fully aligning my body with hers, pinning her down with my arms and legs. My eyes don’t stay on her face this time. They run down every inch of her, past those lovely tits, to the insanely enticing curve of hips and belly. I try to ignore the cattle prod marks that still haven’t healed, and may never.
This female lies here completely naked, with all her beauty and scars laid out before me, the epitome of vulnerability whileI’m fully dressed except for my jeans hanging down about my hips.
“I wasn’t done,” she whines, drawing my eyes to her face. There’s hope mixed with uncertainty there, but no fear, no regret. The corner of her mouth tips up just enough to make me question why she’s pushing me.
With my hand, I circle her clit, to keep her aroused and off guard. “What are you up to, Angel?”
“I need you.”
“You’re playing me.”
“I need you… to keep training me.”
“Oh, I’ll train you. Hard.” I slide two fingers inside of her and begin thrusting. No gradual increase, no easing her into whatever this is that she started but I damn well intend to finish, but not before I know what she’s doing.
Her hips begin moving, thrusting up to meet my hand. “You want something from me. That’s why you led me out here. That’s why you’re driving me wild. You’ve been trying to get into my bed for a while now. Why?”
