Page 28 of Wrong Number, Right Gray Wolf

He popped off me. His eyes were wide, and he raised a brow. “I like the way you think.” He slapped my ass, and I yelped.

“Again?”

“Mmmm.”

He smacked me but rubbed my flesh to ease the discomfort. Pulling me down in the bed, he flipped himself around so his mouth was on my length and his dick was brushing over my face.

“Mmmm, I like this angle.”

Clyde swallowed my cock, and I glided my fingers over his shaft. He grunted and moaned around me, and his groan vibrated around me until I gasped. Reaching for my hole, I slathered my hand in slick and slid it over Clyde’s engorged length.

“Oh yes, love.” His breathy voice on my cock buzzed through my body.

My mate tapped around my hole while he sucked me, and I pumped his hard shaft.

“Put your finger in, babe. Or two,” I begged.

He eased in one finger, and I bucked my hips, wanting more of him. “And another.”

Two or more fingers filled me, and his finger-fucking matched my rhythm as I glided my hand over his enormous cock. I licked along his hardness before taking the head in my mouth. Clyde’s stomach tensed under my hand, and he groaned onto me.

With his fingers in my ass and his mouth sucking me, I suckled him. We increased our speed, and my little world was filled with grunts and whimpers, slick and saliva and earthy aromas of sweat and more slick.

My breathing sped up and sweat trickled into my eyes. A car drove past, reminding me there was life outside the bedroom. My legs trembled, and it was difficult getting air into my lungs while my hands gripped the flesh on my mate’s hips and his cock hit the back of my throat.

Our moans mingled, and my hips jerked. I burbled that I was close to coming but with a mouth full of Clyde, it was unintelligible. I gasped with each thrust of his fingers inside me, and sweat dribbled between us.

I grasped the bedding to anchor me as my climax hurtled toward me, and I tried to say my mate’s name, but it was muffled by his length. With my eyes closed, I gave myself over to my orgasm, and I spurted cum into his mouth. My head fell back but my lips were wrapped around his cock. His body convulsed, and he tensed before sprayed cum down my throat.

We lay curled around one another until his dick slid out of my mouth, and our rapid breathing slowed. Clyde wriggled around so he was lying on his side next to me. He poked his tongue in my ear and asked if I wanted to sleep.

I should have been wrung out. But curled against my mate, I felt that pull again, and I was restless for more.

“Not if you’re planning to shove your cock in me.”

“I was thinking yes.”

I moved before I’d given it any thought, and I flung him on his back and straddled him. I was still slick and open from his fingers, and I sank onto him before either of us could catch a breath.

“Oh my gods, Stephen.”

I had no words, just panting. My mate was huge, and I’d taken him all in, so I needed a moment. But as I adjusted to him, I smirked, and Clyde raised his head.

“That’s a wicked grin.”

“Mmmm.” I heaved myself up and fell on him again. My mate grunted and grabbed the warm skin on my hips. “I’m going to ride you.”

“And I’m going to love every minute of it.”

As I leaned over him and squeezed around him, he gasped and pulled me closer, biting my lower lip. I winced, but the mingling of pleasure and pain sent a jolt straight down my spine.

“I love you taking charge.”

“Like this?” I squeezed around his cock, and his eyes bulged. And when I released my grip, he let out a breath.

After pushing myself back so I was upright, I admired his skin, pink with exertion and dripping with sweat. He was glorious, with his muscles glistening in the light, reminding me of an ancient statue. And he was mine.

“Or like this.” I rose up and fell on him again.