Savage (Wolf Ranch 4)

Her deft fingers popped the button and undid the zipper before I’d even decided how to tell her we shouldn’t.

“Aw, sugar, drinking and—oh.” I choked on the last syllable when she grasped the base of my dick in her tight fist and gave it a tug. Those tiny fingers gripped me tight.

“Do you have a condom, cowboy?” Her smile was knowing and sure, her touch intent. She had plans for my dick.

A shudder of pleasure ran through me. I lengthened in her hand as she jerked me off. Pre-cum dripped down over her fingers.

My brain could barely process for the pleasure, the synapses slow and sparking, but I eventually reached in my back pocket and produced a condom. “Yes, ma’am.”

She took it from me and ripped it open with her teeth then rolled the rubber on. I didn’t even know if she finished getting it in place because a storm of desire flushed through me, volcanic in nature. I wanted in her. Now. I wanted to feel the tight, hot heat of her pussy around me. I wanted to feel the ripples of her pleasure as I fucked her over the edge.

“Come here,” I rasped, picking her up so she straddled my waist. Gripping the full swell of each ass cheek, I spun her around until her back was against the wall.

“Oh God, yes.” She clung to my shoulders, holding herself up as I shoved her panties to the side and sunk into her heat.

Yes. Yes.

A growl filled the storeroom. The thump of music from Cody’s dance floor faded. My vision narrowed to myopic level. Nothing mattered except pounding into this sweet, willing human I had nailed to the wall with my dick.

Especially when she started making little noises of agreement. Uhn. Uhn. Clint.

Oh, damn. She felt so good. So perfect. So right.

Why hadn’t I let off some steam with humans more often? It was definitely worth it. I buried my cock in her sweet heat up to the hilt, eased back, shoved in deep again. I watched her closely, ensuring I was giving it to her how she needed it. I didn’t let myself pound as hard as I wanted to for fear I’d hurt her. It didn't matter. Fucking her still felt like heaven. Every time I filled her, I lost a little more control until I was pushing fast and hard, holding my hips close to hers, so I wouldn’t slam her against the wall.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapped tight behind my back, the heels of those cowboy boots digging into my ass. She kept making those sounds that drove me fucking crazy.

Holy shit, it had never been this good. This wild, as if I were almost… savage for her.

“I’m gonna come, sugar. Are you close?” No way was I leaving her behind.

“Now, cowboy,” she commanded, like she’d been waiting to say it.

I sped up, jackhammering in and out, while her cries filled my ears. I came with a snarl—the kind of sound I should never let a human hear, but it didn’t matter because I was banging the thoughts right out of her head. Her cries matched mine, and I had no doubt anyone in the hall would know what was going on in here. Her tight pussy squeezed my dick like a glove, pulsing and milking it for its cum. And there was a lot of it to fill the condom. I gave her all I had and didn’t let up until my balls were fucking empty.

“Oh fates, that was good,” I managed to say as my vision began to clear. I could barely catch my breath as I set her back on her feet.

The little human smiled up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes all hazy, and my dick started to harden all over again knowing I’d made her look that way. “It sure was.”

I eased out, tossed the condom into the trash then tucked myself away and pulled up my pants as she fixed her panties and slid her skirt back down. I’d barely seen any of her, and I wanted another round, but the next time I’d have her naked. She adjusted her top, smoothed her hair down. She might look put back together, but anyone out there would know she’d just been well satisfied.

That made me feel like a million, very cocky, bucks. I wanted to give her that glow again. And again, which had me suddenly remembered why I didn’t make a habit of randomly screwing humans.

They had feelings. I couldn’t exactly enter a relationship with one when I was holding out for my true mate. No matter how hot a fuck that had been, she wasn’t my mate. And I may never have one.

Shit.

I sure as hell hoped Becky didn’t get hurt by this.