- My Werewolf
The instant the door closes on our room, Theo is on me. He cups my chest and nibbles on the side of my neck. I get away from him but instead; he traps me on the door. He starts to remove my sweat drenched clothes while he kisses my cheeks.
“Theo… I’m sweaty, let’s take a bath first…”
However, the same as every time he’s under the control of his lust, he can’t understand and hear me. His kisses continue as he removes his pants. He lifts my legs and I can feel him prodding on my entrance.
“Theo, seriously, bath first,” I whisper, as I push gently on his shoulders.
He tries to enter but I evade him.
“I’m not yet ready,” I say. “And I need to take a bath…”
He turns me towards the door and traps my arms on it. “It’s fine, your sweat can act as a lubricant,” he says.
