His pace, both in my palm and his fingers within me, picks up the pace.
The building had finally reached a point where it could no longer hold, and my screams of pure euphoric release filled the shower stall.
My back arched in Wolf’s strong hold, and my pelvis tightened as I released all down Wolf's hand.
His pace picked up in my hand, and I instinctively tightened.
The other hand reached around and pulled his face to me. I captured his lips and claimed them as my own, while I matched his thrusts as he chased his own release.
“I’m close, Kitten.” He groaned.
I bit playfully on his shoulder as I kissed my way down his neck. Turns out, Wolf has a biting fetish, because next thing I knew, he released a mighty roar and filled my hand and covered my stomach with his release.
The voice wi
