Tell Me Everything
I tongue her greedily, drinking every last drop of her, luxuriating in her tanginess. Her body trembles as I take everything she has to give.
“Argh,” I grunt, as my seed rushes up my shaft, exploding with volcanic fury, hitting the back of her throat.
It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever experienced, all my attention fixated on that one spot. I didn’t want to waste my seed anywhere but in her needy little hole, but when I hear the way she swallows, as she takes my seed inside of her, I can’t stop. I can’t even try.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan, as she sits back against me and I sink my fingers deeper into her flesh.
When it’s over, she rolls aside, gasping as she turns to me.
Her lips are wet with my come, the same way mine must be with hers. She raises her eyebrow, a silent question in her expression.
Is that it?
I can’t tell if my woman is disappointed or relieved.
Maybe she thinks we’ll take a rain check, and try again another time.
But when my eyes eagerly devour her lying naked on my bed, with her nipples red, her thighs soaked, her face flushed, I feel my cock harden again.
Barely thirty seconds after I emptied my seed, I’m feral again, my heart pounding. My cock is solid as a rock and ready for more. For her.
“Lie on your back,” I growl, climbing to my knees, slowly stroking my hand up and down my arousal, soaked with my essence and hers.
She moans making my cock twitch, and then she does what she’s told, lying back and opening her legs.
I move to her, getting ready to drive into her tight-as-fuck hole.
“You’re such an obedient girl,” I growl, as I guide my helm to her entrance. “Just perfect.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Penny
I stare up at my man, looking like a tortured beast, a werewolf ready to burst out of his skin. Veins bulge in his neck as he looms over me, one hand planted on the mattress, the other on his length as he guides himself to me.
His body is even harder than I imagined, every muscle sculpted perfectly.
I’m still reeling from everything we’ve done so far, from the two orgasms, and from the fact that he got hard instantly after he came. I didn’t plan on swallowing his seed, but it turns out my man didn’t lie to me.
Our bodies know what to do.
But now, as the head of his cock brushes up and down center, I wonder if I’m going to be able to take him. He’s unbelievably big, making my body tingle in anticipation.
He holds himself right up against me, his eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me you’re ready,” he grits out. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“I’m ready,” I moan. “I’m yours, Preston. I belong to you. Only you. Forever—”
I’m cut off by a moan when he arches his back and pushes inside of me. My muscles are tense and my eyes are blurry, making it difficult to see anything.
But he feels even bigger than he did in my mouth.
My walls struggle to widen enough to let him in, but my man is relentless, pushing, inching deeper and deeper.
I’m soaked from the orgasms and his tongue, and his cock is drenched from when I took him in my mouth, but there’s still a moment where I’m sure he won’t fit.
I claw at his shoulders as he finally pushes all the way inside of me.
He’s in. I can feel it, his cock pressing against a new and sensitive place within, a place I’ve never felt before. He holds himself like that, studying me, as though he thinks I’m going to tell him to stop.
There’s nothing but the stinging goodness of our connection, fused together, as we’re meant to be.
“It’s…” He trails off with a grunt. “It’s…”
“Better than we could’ve—ah—imagined.”
“Yes,” he growls. “Yes, yes, yes”
With each word, he slides out of me a little more.
When he thrusts into me again, I moan and move my hips with him. There’s a tiny flicker of discomfort, but by the third thrust, the fourth, the fifth, I can’t believe I was ever nervous about this.
I move even faster, urging him on, as his slick length moves in and out of me relentlessly. He snarls as he plants his fists even deeper into the bed, rearing back like a beast, giving me a perfect view of his sculpted chest.
“The way your tits bounce,” he rasps. “Fuck.”
“Like this?”
I grab them, instinct guiding me, just like he said it would.
As he stares, I pinch my nipples and rub my breasts together. His eyes widen, telling me I’m doing the right thing.
“Keep doing that,” he demands sharply.
We find our rhythm just like we did before when he was in my mouth and his tongue was inside of me. We rock together, the room filling with the sounds of our moaning, our skin slapping together, but it only adds to the pleasure.