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“No, we should get back to my packhouse,” I growl, diving back in to kiss her again.
Our lips glide together in perfect synchronicity, sparks ricocheting between our skin. Our panted breaths mingle, tongues tangling, until finally she breaks the kiss, pushing her palms against my chest with a groan.
“You’re killing me, Madd.”
I push up from the bed, extending a hand once I’m standing to pull her up, too.
“Me?” I scoff, reaching down to grab a handful of her ass. “You kill me every day, walking around looking like this.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m literally in leggings.”
“Doesn’t matter what you wear. You’re fuckin’ sexy.” I step back, giving her a slow once over and sinking my teeth into my lip to stifle a groan.
Sloane blushes under the weight of my attention, inching closer to me and reaching out to grab ahold of my very hard dick through my jeans. I grunt when she makes contact, covering her hand with my own.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn.
The corner of her mouth lifts in a smirk. “Who says I’m not gonna finish?”
A growl tears from my chest as I grab her around the waist, hauling her up into my arms. Sloane yelps and giggles, playfully struggling against me as I step closer to the bed, throwing her down onto it. Then I turn her over, yanking her hips back so she’s bent over the edge of the bed, tucking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and shoving them down her thighs.
“Madd, not here!” Sloane gasps, pushing up on her forearms and looking back at me over her shoulder. “What if someone hears us?”
“Let ‘em,” I grumble, popping open the button of my jeans and lowering the zipper. I shove them down my hips along with my boxers, my cock springing free, rock hard and ready.
Her eyes drop to take it in as I wrap a fist around it, and when they lift to meet mine again, they’re clouded with lust. It’s all the permission I need to step forward, gripping her hip with one hand and guiding the head of my dick through her slick folds with the other.
“Sorry, baby, I’ve gotta have you,” I murmur, lining myself up and punching my hips forward to sink into her wet heat.
A breathy moan escapes Sloane’s lips and I lean over her body to cover her mouth with a hand, holding back my own groan of pleasure as I sink deeper inside her.
“Fuck,” I choke, rocking my hips back and thrusting forward again. “This fuckingpussy.”
Sloane’s eyes roll back, her whimpers muffled beneath my palm as I start hammering into her from behind, my hips slapping against her ass. Her elbows shake, her arms giving out, and I fall with her onto the bed, my body covering hers as I continue driving my cock into her.
I swear I could die between this woman’s thighs with no regrets. She’s fucking perfection, a goddess walking the earth among us mere mortals. I don’t deserve her. I never will- but damnit if I’m not going to spend the rest of my life trying to be the man that does.
Peeling my hand away from her mouth, I push up from the bed to stand, gripping her hips as I continue rutting into her senselessly. Another moan slips free and she quickly slaps her hand over her mouth to cover it.
“What’s the matter, Duchess? Afraid your daddy will hear how good I’m fucking you?” I tease, gripping her hips tighter as I pound into her harder, faster.
Her inner walls choke my cock as her climax hits, Sloane screaming out in ecstasy. I shove her head into the comforter to muffle the sound, her orgasm triggering my own. My balls tighten, the base of my spine tingling, and at the last second, I remember to pull out, spraying ropes of cum over her perfect peachy ass while gritting my teeth and barely stifling my own harsh groan.
She-wolves ovulate with the full moon, so thank fuck I remembered to pull out.
Though I don’t hate the idea of Sloane carrying my pups.
Far from it.
I like that idea a littletoomuch.
Sloane melts onto the bed, her body going limp as she pants to catch her breath. And, like the fucking gentleman I am, I hobble over to the en-suite bathroom with my pants around my ankles to grab some toilet paper to clean us up.
“How the hell are we gonna go back out there now?” Sloane asks as I wipe my cum off her ass when I return with the tissue.
“We’re not.”
She props herself up on an elbow, gazing back at me with a questioning look on her face. “What do you mean? I was just joking about staying here tonight.”
