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I admit I’m pretty pleased with gaining his attention like this. He’s handsome, that’s a given, but seemingly pretty gentle for a guy who turns into a giant wolf. I let my tongue linger against the orange cream, and I’m sure we’re both picturing the same thing in place of the cone.
I bet he’s bigger, though. God, he better be all things considered.
My brain is now stuck on the thought. What is he like down there, anyway? Everything I can see is pretty normal, admittedly. If I didn’t know any better, and for a while I didn’t, I’d think he was just some guy. My eyes are drifting down to his denim wrapped package. His bulge is certainly bigger than what I’m used to seeing in magazine model photo shoots. Is he holding back, though?
I’m dizzy with the thought of what might be.
Chet clears his throat, and that’s when I realize I’ve not been subtle in my staring. His eyes are up there, after all, and when I avert my gaze, I see him lick ice cream from his lips. There’s a look of expectancy there, like he’s waiting for me to make him an offer.
I am so ready to do exactly that.
“Do you want to come back to my house?” I ask, as the band begins a new song involving much louder shrieking. “Someplace a little more… quiet.”
Chet nods quickly. “Quiet and private.”
I smile. “Very private.”
* * *
My clothes are gonebefore I even know what happened. I’ve had my fair share of casual encounters, but this one is truly taking the cake. My lips are swollen from all of his attention, and the blood is rushing to all the right places.
Chet has to put a little effort into pulling his jeans down over his bulge and the sight is doing some incredible things to my stomach. I decide to help, and in no time his erection is free from his tight boxer briefs. It springs up, practically smacking my face, and he mutters an apology.
I assume my wide smile is enough to let him know no apologies are needed here. He’s big. Like, bigger than any guy I’ve ever seen, even in porn. Other than that, everything seems pretty normal. But I’m certainly not complaining!
I won’t waste any time, I’m simply too motivated to be shy right now. I enjoy a good challenge, and fitting him into my mouth will certainly be just that.
Chet groans while I try, starting with the head of his cock and working my way down his shaft. It’s a lot, my jaw is getting one hell of a workout. His fingers run through my hair, nails scraping my scalp. It feels so nice, and only works to push me further. I grasp my hand around the base, making a goal I can reach. My lips finally graze against my own finger and tears dot my eyes. I hold back a choke. It feels so good.
He must notice my thighs squirming. Chet pulls me back, a line of glistening drool leading between my lips and the tip of his cock. He bites his lower lip at the sight. His hand in my hair gathers at the back of my head and gently pulls. I let my head rest backwards into his grasp and moan.
I start moving back on the bed until my head finally hits a giant, feather filled pillow. He’s on top of me quickly, not quick enough. I want himnow.
I wonder if werewolves can read minds as he quickly slips a finger into my slit, his thumb massaging my clit. “Patience,” he whispers with a laugh into my ear. I want none of that. “You’re so wet,” he breathes into my ear.
“I want you,” I say. My eagerness makes me blush.
“So needy,” he teases.
I’m too worked up to retort. A second finger joins the first inside and I whine in response. He balances on his free hand while his tongue plays with my nipple. He flicks the tip, making them unbearably hard. He’s fingering me hard, and I’m getting so close. Too close.
“Please.” I’m reduced to a whimpering mess beneath him. His fingers aren’t enough, not after what I’ve seen.
“As you wish,” Chet laughs. It isn't long before I feel like I’m being split in half. He slides into me quite easily, thanks to all of our aggressive foreplay. The feeling of fullness, of being completely taken is driving me wild.
Chet starts a rhythm and I easily find myself following it, even directing it. I can’t help myself, I’m intoxicated. I want more!
His mouth collides with mine while he pumps into me. I’m so close already. My hand flies down to my clit instinctively, but Chet moves it away and places his own hand there instead. He rubs perfectly and methodically in time with our rhythm, and it drives me over the edge in mere moments.
I scream louder than I ever have before while cumming. He grunts while my walls tighten around him and it isn’t long before he pulls out, his seed dropping in warm lines across my belly.
We lay there for a while, foreheads touching, breathing shallow. Finally, he pulls back some and looks me in the eye. He’s covered in sweat and practically glowing. “Good?” he asks.
I take a deep breath and nod. “Yeah.”
7
CHET
