“Again with the blackmail?! And yes, I’m yours! You son of a bitch! And you’re mine, and if any woman ever tries to get her claws into you, I’ll chew her face off and eat it for lunch!”
Instantly he released her wrists, and then it was a race to see who could strip out of their clothes fastest.
She beat him to the punch and then watched with eager anticipation as his skin was revealed inch by incredible inch. When he shed his pants, his cock stood at full attention, throbbing for her to touch him. It jutted up from a thatch of thick dark hair, and a pearl of pre-cum glistened on the tip.
She wanted to feel him inside her so badly, but he pushed her down and began kissing her way down her stomach.
“I want to taste you first.”
“Oh, my God,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in the silken strands of his hair.
When he moved between her legs, she cried out aloud. He spread her dewy lips open with his fingers and stroked her with his tongue, moaning into her pussy.
“Yes,” she urged him on as he lapped at her. The scent of his musk swirled in the air, mingling with the fruity aroma of her arousal, and his firm hands on her thighs forced her legs open wider.
When his hot mouth closed on the tiny pink pearl of her clit, she uttered a throaty cry that echoed back at her.
She climbed heights of ecstasy, higher and higher, until finally he pulled back and moved up her body again until he was on top of her and the thick head of his cock nudged her aching, needy entrance.
“Please,” she begged, beyond shame now. He entered her in one hard, swift thrust, and her tight tunnel squeezed him. He pumped again, entering her.
Her tight sheath squeezed his massive girth, and he let out a throaty groan of appreciation. She moved under him impatiently, and he drew back and thrust, pumping into her again and again, pistoning into her, growling with pleasure, their sweaty bodies entangled, legs wrapped around each other, until finally he dragged her to the edge of ecstasy.
Finally, her orgasm crashed down on her in an explosion of colored lights behind her eyes and delirious pleasure that flooded her body. She cried out aloud, her fingers sinking into his back. He crushed her in his arm, his body shuddering, his hot seed filling her.
Afterwards, they lay tangled together, and he brushed her sweaty hair from her face and stroked her back with light, delicate touches.
They lay there in a haze of pleasure, the minutes drifting by, their heartbeats thudding in rhythm. Finally, Krista moved in his arms and forced herself to sit up.“We should shift, and listen and scent in case anyone’s close to us,” she said. “Anybody could have taken the opportunity to sneak up on us while we were… distracted.”
“You’re as smart as you are beautiful,” Blake grinned at her, and then the air around him shimmered as fur rippled over his body.
She joined suit, and a couple of minutes later they sat there side-by-side, wolf and fox, together. His massive gray wolf towered over her petite red fox, but somehow, they were perfect together. She leaned against him, scanning the forest and sniffing and listening as he tipped his head back in the air and scented.
He glanced at her questioningly, and she shrugged.
Finally, they shifted back into human form and padded across the wet grass into the tent, naked. It wasn’t long before Blake was inside her again, and impossibly, her desire flared up instantly, wrapping around her like a cloud.
Around 5 a.m. they woke up to the sound of something whistling through the air, and then a woody thunk. Not a gunshot. What the hell was it?
“Stay here!” Blake barked. He shifted in seconds and hurried out of the tent. She followed him in fox form. There was an arrow in an oak tree, still quivering, with a note pinned to the shaft.
The unwashed reek of Bo Durian was strong in the air and on the arrow. Krista and Blake quickly shifted back to their human forms.
Krista recognized the handwriting on the note. It said, “Why you doin’ it out in the woods like animals? Come stay at the summer house.”
Dawnie Reed.
