Chapter 12 #3
The moment was crazy, my body rocking as we pushed each other’s buttons.
He finally reached down, tangling his fingers in my hair as I darted my tongue across his sensitive slit.
A few drops of pre-cum had already formed and the second I swiped my tongue through the delicious pearl beads, he allowed a single but powerful growl to erupt.
The sound flooded into the air, keeping me tingling all over. I twisted my hand around the base and could tell the friction was driving him crazy. When I slipped my hand between his legs, cupping his balls, he seemed to settle.
At least until I added a little pressure, squeezing while rolling his testicles between my fingers. My mouth watered to the point I couldn’t take it any longer. I took his cockhead into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles in clamping like a tight vise.
“Jesus, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
With a tiny pop, I removed his dick long enough to drag my tongue down the underside, rolling it across one swollen ball. He seemed to love what I was doing, taking a few seconds to rip at my hair.
Slowing my actions, I took my time enjoying the moment, pulling a few inches of his dick into my mouth.
The taste of him was sweet, more so than I’d thought possible.
Almost instantly, my jaws ached from how huge he was, but I kept going, daring myself to be able to take every inch of him.
With every inch I went down, I struggled to breathe, but nothing was going to stop me from achieving my goal.
I wanted him crazed and begging me to fuck him.
Somehow, I didn’t think that would happen and why?
Because we were both crazed from desire, our actions close to becoming frantic.
I rubbed one hand along the inside of his thighs, marveling at just how muscular it was, but my mind was blown by the intense ache in my jaw as I took another inch into my mouth.
When I lifted my gaze, I realized Beck was staring at me, watching me with a wild look in his eyes. Only there was more to the glazed appearance. They were shimmering, the limited light coming in through the open doors creating a luminous effect. How was it possible they were glowing metallic gold?
Didn’t wolves have beady little red eyes? At that moment, the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I choked.
“Be careful, woman. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” His dark chuckle was so possessive, full of innuendoes while he stroked my hair. Just like a master would do with his kitty curling around his legs.
I sucked harder, rolling up and down on his shaft while squeezing his balls. I was close to being euphoric, soft moans escalating around his dick.
He pretended as if he was completely relaxed while I feasted, but the wild beast inside was ready to break loose.
I knew the moment I was right when he pulled his hand free of my hair, brushing his fingertips down my arm. Within a flash, I was ripped away and up, the ease of his actions still shocking to me. It was as if I weighed nothing more than a feather.
Suddenly, my legs were spread wide across his face and before I could take a single breath, his tongue was buried inside my wet cunt.
“Shit.” I threw my head back, gasping for air that likely would never come. The pressure and wanton desire were both killing me.
I had a bird’s-eye view of the outside and for a little while, I concentrated on the sounds of the street below.
But soon, he provided me with a reason never to be distracted when I was with him.
Even while holding me aloft, he used both thumbs to torment me, rolling them around my clit and pussy lips while licking and sucking.
The noise of what he was doing was insane, so kinky and exaggerated I laughed nervously. Yet the more fervent his licks, the wilder my actions until I was riding his face, bucking hard until the bed was squeaking.
And he was growling.
Dear God, the man was growling like a wild beast. Now I knew they existed.
I was already floating on air and with the actions of his tongue, less than two minutes later a climax rushed through me.
My mouth popped open and I screamed, instantly thankful only a swirl of hot air gave any indication of our sinful acts.
With beads of perspiration trickling down both sides of my face, I lifted my chin and simply enjoyed the moment of rocking against him. Or I should say of him rocking my world.
As usual, the man wasn’t satisfied, pulling me down until I straddled his cock. With a commanding look on his face, one eyebrow arched, he mentally ordered me to impale myself.
And I did.
“Oh… fuck… me,” I breathed as my pussy walls stretched.
“That’s what I plan on doing. All. Night. Long.”
With both hands on his chest, I rocked against him, my inner core on fire. Just the touch of his skin alone was scintillating, the air in the room combustible. As soon as he cupped my breasts, I was driven into another state of rapture.
I pressed against him and buckled up for the ride because with Beck, I sensed his stamina building.
But so was something else.
His command of every aspect of me, body and soul.