She wriggles over my hand, her cunt leaking juices down my fingers.
“Do you like that, baby?”
“No...yes...ohhh,” she pants. “Too much. Too much, Jackson. I can’t take any more.”
I push her off my lap, but there’s no stopping me. “Inside you,” I growl. I lift her to her hands and knees then force her upper body down, so her face presses into the covers. Somehow, miraculously, I remember to don another condom. I snap it on and push into her wet heat. My fangs punch out longer; a snarl rips from my throat.
Don’t mark. Just. f**k.
Mate, the wolf roars.
Just. f**k.
My balls slap against her, c**k sliding in and out of her tight channel. She takes all of me in this position, takes me deep. My thighs shake, balls draw up tight.
She moans and wails, her cries both pitiful and wanton at onc
