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“Are you going to fuck me or what?” It was like I was a fly on the wall hearing myself. I sounded needy as fuck, but I didn’t care.
I wanted him to fuck me.
I literally needed this guy inside me right fucking now and could totally hear Sloane and Dorian on the other side of the wall. They were laughing before a door slammed shut, their laughter fading away.
Like they’d finished.
Wolf and I were just getting started, and bold, I put a free hand on his chest. He watched my fingers on his pec, solid through his shirt. “Are you, Wolf?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? A reward?” He brought his eyes up, his hand still on my pussy. He gripped it. “Right here like a dirty little whore in the bathroom.”
I should slap him for what he’d said.
Not bedripping.
I think it was the arrogant grin that teased his lips while he said it. Those beautiful fucking lips. I angled forward to taste, but he kept us separated.
He had me by the pussy.
His other hand was still preoccupied with my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple.
I sucked in a breath the same time his grin widened.
“What if I don’t want to give you a reward? What if I want to teach this pussy a lesson?”
A shudder hit me. “What are you going to do?”
Because fucking me wouldn’t teach me a lesson. I wanted to be fucked.
I wanted to be owned.
When that happened, I didn’t know, and I watched as he took his thumb and pushed it across my mouth. I wore my red lipstick today, and he was easily smearing it.
“Suck,” he said, using that thumb to part my lips. He shoved two long digits into my mouth and immediately hit me deep, not being shy. “Let me fuck that evil little mouth.”
I did let him fuck me, so deep my gag reflex went off. Wolf didn’t stop, though. If anything, he kept hitting my throat on purpose. He snapped his jeans open while he did, and when he pulled his cock out, I gazed down.
I sucked him harder then, envisioning the length in my mouth. I hadn’t done that with him before and honestly wasn’t even sure I could manage the feat.
He was so big.
“That’s it, Red,” he coached, and I gagged so hard tears pricked my eyes. “Get yourself ready for me.”
My lids flashed open, a flutter in my chest, and I got my breath back when he removed his fingers. He guided me to the floor, my kneecaps hitting tiles.
He was right in front of me now, long, thick. His balls hung heavy, his aroma heady. My mouth watered at just the thought of tasting him, and he angled forward with the mass in his hand.
“I want this lipstick on me,” he said, using his dick to outline my lips. Pre-cum dewed the tip and ran slick above my trembling mouth. Wolf grinned. “And you won’t stop until that red is all over my cock.”
Holy hell.
He arched forward, forcing himself past my lips with a growl. I grabbed his hips out of sheer surprise and attempted to use them to distance. Again, this was due to surprise. My mouth and throat were suddenly filled, too filled.
Wolf wouldn’t let me back off, his hand in my hair. He worked red strands around his fist in a tight grip as his hand landed on the back of my head.
“Just relax your throat,” he coached, his tone rough but even. His digits gripped my scalp. “Relax it, and let me in.”
He felt the resistance obviously, my resistance. Even without his size, I could count on one hand how many blow jobs I’d done.
