Chapter Twelve – Angela #3
He used his hands to rock me against him, driving himself in and out while he rubbed my clit against his stomach.
I wound my hands in the fabric of his suit jacket, ruining its lines, crying out each time the head of his cock found my spot deep inside.
I kissed at his neck, and then gave up trying, because everything was narrowing down—my feet barely touched the ground as each of his strokes bounced me.
I was trapped there, pinned on his cock, and then I started to grind, my own ass clenching and reclenching in time, giving me small strokes off of him as my hands on his shoulders helped pull.
His breath caught and held, his eyes closed, his head rocked back, enjoying the way I was writhing on him, trying to get myself off.
It wouldn’t be long now—this—this night—had opened something primal in me long shut down.
I wanted to both give myself to him and take him inside me forever.
“Get it,” he commanded, coming back to life, the muscles of his chest and abs rippling beneath me.
I rocked back and forth on him like a horse.
I could only make a wild sound in response, I’d found just the way to ride him and I couldn’t stop now.
“Fucking come hard for me. Go,” he growled, and I whole-body shivered in response.
His hands grabbed my ass and hauled me to him. “I need to feel you come.”
My breath hitched, my hands clawed, and I couldn’t help myself anymore I—I—I came with a low scream, shouting his name, giving my orgasm to him.
“Yes,” he growled, thrusting up, feeling me pulse around him. “Yes,” he said again, this time lower, and started fucking me hard.
Dizzy from my own orgasm and satisfied, it still felt so good to have him in me, my walls thick and tight.
He grabbed me bodily with one arm and kept the other at my ass and I held him helplessly.
He was just using me to please him now—he wound a hand in my hair, controlling me, and behind him, through eyes blurry with endorphins, I could see Vegas sprawled out in all her glory—and all of Vegas, if it were watching, could’ve seen me. Being taken. Being owned.
A fresh thrill spun inside me. My wolf liked being put in her place—and so did I.
He felt it first, I don’t know how, but he did.
“Oh God, can you?” he grunted, without slowing down.
In response I ran my hands into his hair and kissed him with a bite, grinding my clit against him again, when he raised me up sliding out, and when he set me down spreading me wide.
His hands and hips were untiring and I—I let my wolf out of her cage.
For one moment we were one, our powers doubled, as we both wanted the same thing—she needed this as badly as I did.
“I can,” I promised him. I could feel the energy of it coursing through my body, through us, looking for a way out.
Another upstroke, and I was on the brink—another downstroke and I was thrown over.
“Yes!” I cried out, curling over and into him, feeling new parts of myself open up to take him deeper, my wolf and I one as we pulled him inside.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes—” I screamed until the words were unintelligible.
Mark moaned low at this, feeling my pussy grasp him, then made a strangled sound as he came himself, following me.
His hips wildly spasmed and it was all I could do to hold on as he bucked me.
“Take it,” he growled, holding me fiercely in place, and I clung to him, feeling his hard cock bob inside me as it shot its load.
I sank down as he did, me still straddling him, both of us relaxed into his chair.
“Take everything,” he murmured against my neck, before I rocked back and he slid out, him only holding me again. His hands stroked sweaty hair back. “I mean it,” he whispered, kissing under my ear.
I was overwhelmed. This, here, with him—and I’d never come like that before. I’d never come with her before.
Maybe my wolf didn’t hate me after all.
I pulled back from him after I’d caught my breath and saw the same faraway look in his eye—I knew he was thinking about what all the things he’d said, but he wasn’t running away from me.
I kissed him again, gently, and then stood on shaky legs.
I felt him stand behind me, and heard him re-fasten his zipper.
“I lied,” he said, and I stiffened, from picking up my dress’s tie.
“You did?” I asked too quickly, and inside me my wolf crouched and snarled.
His lips quirked at my response—he knew he’d set his hook in me, as deep as his cock’d been at least. Then he smiled deep and true and I could feel the—I didn’t want to call it love, emanating from him—but yes. Some crazy part of my heart stretched a little, suffusing me with heat.
Yes.
“Mon Toit—the roof—the name’s a lie. There’s three penthouses above us with the same view.” He held out a hand. “Want to see one?”
I pulled my dress on, wrapped it, and tied it without doing any buttons, taking it from staid to sensual, and then I put my hand in his. Looking up into his eyes I answered, “Absolutely.”
One of his eyebrows raised and his gaze traveled over me, like he was already thinking about devouring me again, and inside of me my wolf swung her head and tail eagerly low.
“Good,” he said, and pulled me toward the restaurant’s door.