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Her grin is evil. Pure fucking evil and it has my confidence wavering for a millisecond, “Deal.”
Jaz spins in my arms before I can even think of my next move and drops to her knees. Without a shred of hesitation, she licks me from balls to the tip of my cock, adding pressure to the slit.
"Fuck, Jaz," I groan, my fingers tangling in her short-wet locks, "take me deep, baby."
She opens her mouth, and does exactly as I said, slurping me down like this is the last thing she's going to do in this life. Despite how deep she takes me, I still hit the back of her throat before her pink lips can reach the base, but her hand takes care of that. She strokes me in sync with her talented mouth, her cheeks hollowing out and her throat humming, has me seeing stars. But nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the images she throws in my head. My wall beaten down with every wet stroke of her tongue, my mind is assaulted with some very dark sex.
As Jaz sucks me like a lollipop, I watch the porno in my head.
Jaz is on her hands and knees, a blindfold on and a green ball-gag in her mouth. She's in a room filled with mirrors, the lights dimmed but bright enough to see how sopping wet she is. So many replicas of my mate as she arches her back, ropes and chains holding her body in position. I walk in with a whip in my hand and glide this leather flog against her skin. She looks as though she's been doused in body oil, her tattoos shimmering as her muscles shake.
I stand beside her as I flick my wrist, the leather strips slapping across her bare ass, once, twice, three times.
She moans around the ball, and I see her eyes roll in the reflection of the mirror ahead of her. She tries to move but with the binds on her, all she can do is push her ass further out.
Fuck, I open my eyes and look down at Jaz, the wicked glint in her eyes has me pulling her from her knees, my mouth slamming down on hers as I lift her from the shower floor.
"You're a powerful Werewolf, baby, there's no way you're sore, not with the healing powers we have."
That's the only warning I give her before lining up and slamming in. Fuck, her pussy is as tight as it was the first time I had her. Those healing powers do more than save our lives, they keep pussies tight and ready for a beating.
And damn, Jaz with her little show has definitely asked for a pussy pounding.
I try as hard as I can to throw up a mental barrier, but it takes strength I don’t currently possess, so all of Jaz's wicked imaginings bombard me.
This time, she has a collar with a chain attached to it and wrapped around my fist. Her ass cheeks are red with red slashes crisscrossing down to the back of her thighs. The bulbous of my cock slowly pushes through the small ring of muscle, centimeter by centimeter.
"Cut your shit, Jaz," I grunt out as my eyes squeeze shut. I can feel the telltale signs of my climax coming and I'm trying very fucking hard not to.
"Imagine fucking my ass while I have a g-spot vibrator inside my pussy," She breathlessly as she meets my thrust with one of her own, "I'd be at your mercy helpless to stop the unfiltered and brutal fucking."
Fucking hell, I take it back, the Ancients gave me a Witch for a mate.
"I wouldn't be able to do anything but take your come on my face while my pussy clenches on air, begging for your seed."
My roar is loud as my climax reaches its peak and I don't give a flying fuck that I finished first, her filthy fucking words put mine to shame. Her filthy fucking mind is where I want to be.
Once my breathing slows and my heart rate lowers to a somewhat normal beat, I pull out and let Jaz stand on the floor of the shower, but her grin has me loathing myself more than ever before.
"Now on your knees, wolf, your Alpha needs her clit sucked."
Grinding my teeth, I bite back my words but inside, even my wolf hates her challenge.
Jaz's voice echoes in my head,A bet is a bet, baby. But don't worry, I'll keep this a secret.
This beautiful fucking woman... I may just kill her one day.
“Yeah, I don’t think so. I was going to,” I lean in closer to her, my nose rubbing against hers, “but I don’t take orders. You want the orgasm you denied yourself, you’re gonna have to beg me.”
“Roman Cut,” my lips pressing against hers stop her growling words.
When I pull back, it takes everything in me not to grin at the hellfire in her eyes, “That didn’t sound like a ‘pretty please’to me.”
I run my fingers between the valley of her breasts, over her taut stomach and through the small patch of blonde curls, then right through her wet folds. I can feel my seed dripping from her, making her already slick cunt even more wet. I stroke through her pussy lips, purposely avoiding her clit except for some light brushes every couple of passes.
My eyes stay on hers though. I watch as she folds her plump lips in, like she needs to keep her mouth closed or she’ll break and beg.
“Come on, little wolf, beg me like a good girl. Like I know you want to,” I skim her swollen clit, her breathing becoming even more labored.
“Fuck! Please, make me come.”
I don’t need any other words; I just slide down her body and pull her wet and needy clit into my mouth. I can taste myself on her, but it only adds fuel to the flames of my sexual attraction to Jaz. I pump my fingers harder, curling them to rub perfectly against her G-spot and nibble on her bundle of nerves.
Her thigh wraps my head in a vise as she screams and convulses on the bed. I continue sucking her, tasting her fresh climax, until her legs drop, and her breathing slows.
“Now, was that so bad?”
Jaz smiles with her eyes closed, “No, I think begging is my new favorite kink.”
