Blood moon

Chapter 77. Swallow

His hips were like pistons against her face and she realised that he was f*****g her mouth. While part of her was wildly aroused, her practical side reminded her that while she could count on the fingers of one hand the number of blowjobs she'd given, she was by no means a c*m swallower.

His other hand had found her breasts and he was kneading, squeezing. The feel of his hands on her and his c**k in her mouth, was as exciting as it was crushing. She tried to pull back, but his grip was tight, and then she felt him begin to throb. Shockingly, suddenly, her mouth was flooded with the salty, musky c*m and she pulled back, but he had a grip like iron. In a second he was out of her, but he put a hand over her mouth.

—Swallow — he murmured in her ear —All of it. All the way back —All of it. All the way back.

She did it.

—Bastard — she shouted, clenching her hand into a fist and slapping him on the thigh. -But next time you warn me, OK?

—I promise — he said solemnly —Next time I'm about to c*m in your mouth, I'll warn you. Ouch!

—Don't be so cocky — Andrea urged him, she felt her alpha werewolf hormones were getting out of control.

He rubbed his thigh where she'd hit him, hard.

—Who knew — the woman whispered to the room.

Incredibly, wounded vanity was now at war with outraged decorum.

—What? — he asked her.

—Well, damn it, I'm not exactly known as Auntie b***h around here, and besides, I didn't exactly plan to...knowing the wolves and what we've done everyone heard us, I wouldn't know how to look at them.

He stopped her with a kiss.

—You've been wonderful — he said affectionately. He nuzzled her nose for a moment —And I'm very sorry if I scared you. But I needed you to do this for me. Now I can touch you with my five senses. Now, really, the fun can begin. And don't worry about the rest of the pack, I'll deal with them if they say anything to you.

—You're still a selfish bastard — she said with a pout. She could still taste it in her mouth, in her throat — you didn't have to make me....

Her smile flickered in the darkness.

—I know. But it's your turn now, sweetheart.

Her irritation subsided as she laid her back on the bed and he knelt between her legs, and disappeared completely when she realized he was going to live up to her words. It seemed as if he spent hours between her thighs: kissing, nibbling, sucking, and slurping, ah, God, slurping. Mostly slow and rhythmic; the man couldn't get enough. At one point her c**t was throbbing with excitement, and when he began to pay special, extensive, loving attention to the little button, Andrea could barely think, which wasn't unless she was enjoying the afternoon with Mr. Vibrator.

His tongue flicked and stroked; she could feel his hot, wet length slipping between her throbbing, swollen lips. She felt him sucking on her c**t with a determined enthusiasm that was as thrilling as it was amazing. Soon she was writhing all over the bed, trying to escape the delicious torture of his mouth. He didn't stop, tireless, just focused on her, on her, on her,

on her. Lick, lick, lick and suck, suck, suck and every now and then, delicious nibbles. She could feel herself getting soaked and would have blushed if she wasn't about to squeal. She was beginning to feel her orgasm approaching, and he somehow knew it, and pulled back. Instead of giving her a few more quick tongue strokes to bring her to climax, he moved inside her inner lips and gently slurped them until she was close, close to cumming, and his tongue pushed inside her so deep! leaving her c**t eager.

—Oh God, you smell so damn good! — After that breathless declaration he buried his face between her legs and the torment began again. His hands spread her thighs wide, exposing her fleshy mound to his hungry mouth. He began to lick her in long, slow, tormenting licks, back and forth, over and over. Her back curved and I was sure she was about to go crazy if she didn't c*m right then.

Then she squirmed and twitched, and when she moved forward, slipping out of him, Hunter simply grabbed her thighs and pulled her into his mouth again. This continued for about seventeen more years, until he tired of playing with her, sucking her c**t with his mouth, and slipping two fingers inside her. The sensation of his hot lips on her, and his long fingers inside her, was exquisite, mind-blowing.

exquisite, mind-blowing. His fingers moving, stroking, pushing hard inside her, pressure that was close to uncomfortable, pressure that was amazing, mind-blowing. His lips closed over her c******s as his tongue moved back and forth with dizzying speed.

back and forth with dizzying speed. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave and she

she shrieked to the heavens.

When he lay down on the bed to lie beside her, she was still trembling.

—Better? — he asked in a cocky werewolf tone.

She reached out and did what she'd been itching to do for an hour: she gently stroked his chest hair, then followed it down to his groin. She found it thick, erect, and ready for her. He held his breath as she gently closed her fingers around him. gently closed her fingers around him.

—By the way — she added cheerfully, almost panting —I agree. You're not an ordinary guy at all. No, I know. You used to be impressive as a werewolf, but maybe those eyes of yours gave you some other kind of powers, because waooo.

He stiffened, though he didn't know if it was because of what she'd said, or what her fingers were doing. She squeezed and loosened, squeezed and loosened. The other hand slid lower until it cradled his testicles, tasting their warm weight.

—You have the touch of a butterfly, Andrea, and the lust of a porn actress — he said, almost moaning.

She almost laughed; being chubby she had never imagined herself as light and delicate as a butterfly. Hunter was no doubt mumbling nonsense because all the blood had left his head long ago, basically migrating south.

She didn't answer, nor did she expect to as she was sliding her palm along the wet, creamy tip of his glans going round and round and round while her other hand stroked his erection. She intended to keep playing with him as long as she could stand it, but he suddenly pulled away from her and knelt down on his knees.

away from her and knelt between her thighs. He was tense, silent, but ahh, his hands were trembling.

He entered her with a brutal thrust, fully, all at once. She was ready, more than ready for him, but this was alarming, even a little scary, all at once. He began to move inside her. She writhed beneath him, felt her eyes rolling... ah, Jesus, this was too much! Almost.

—Hunter, hunter Halland —she whispered his name, almost tearing the words from the back of her throat.

Her hips pushed against his, her eyes were tightly shut; her mouth was a tight line.

—Hunter — the man seemed beyond her logic.

—I'm sorry — he grumbled. —I'm sorry. I'll be... nice later. I'll be... nice later. In a minute.

—Hunter.

—I can't stop. I can't stop. I'm S-sorry. I'm so sorry — His hands were on her shoulders, holding her, keeping her in place for him. His c**k rhythmic between her legs, in, out. Sinking, thrusting, filling her.

—Hunter. If you do it a little faster, I'll c*m again.

It got her full attention; her eyes widened. And then he smiled, a smile of pure male satisfaction. And grateful. She heard the headboard of the bed begin to bang against the wall and didn't give a s**t. She squirmed for a moment until he released her shoulders, then wrapped her arms around him, her legs wrapped around his hips. And he began to pump in time with her. Their bellies collided, a lustful, urgent throbbing.

Hunter closed his eyes.

His mouth found hers and he kissed her wildly, biting her lips. Then suddenly he pulled back, as if aware he was approaching a line he wasn't ready to cross with her... absurd, considering what they were doing. His head dropped and she could feel his face pressed into the hollow between her neck and shoulder. She felt a sharp pain as he

bit her.

He's marking me, she thought. She heard a purring sound as if the sheets were being torn. He's making me his. This idea, so complicated, so strange, and so utterly wonderful, threw her straight into orgasm. He stiffened as she cried out; her embrace tightened, even became painful for a split second, then he relaxed.

—Do it again —he growled in her ear, biting her earlobe.

—I can't — she gasped, almost moaning. He was too busy anyway, still f*****g her with long, quick strokes.

—Yes.

—I can't! — Boom, boom, boom, boom, her neck itched where he'd bitten her. As if reading her thoughts, he leaned over her and licked the bite, then kissed her mouth.

—I have to feel your sweet little p***y clenching around me again — he said into her mouth —I must insist.

—I'm sated, please, I can't take it anymore, please, Hunter... — Ah, yet her body betrayed her, she arched her back to better meet his thrusts, and she could feel the, now familiar, tension between her thighs, the sensation that told him she would come again, thank you very much.

—Hunter, please stop, please, I can't. Stop! Pa... — Then the sensation sang through her, through her, and this orgasm made the others stop.

orgasm made the others seem tingly ticklish in comparison, this was the most tremendous thing she had ever felt.

She felt him stiffen again, but, ah, Christ, he didn't c*m, he was still thrusting. He grabbed her knees and spread her open, stretching her out, making her wider for him. She cried out in pleasure and despair: more of this he was sure would kill her. It would be the best death, but death nonetheless.

—More — he whispered in her ear —You can and you will.

She grabbed him from behind, caressed his ass, felt, groped... and then slid her finger inside him, straight up his anus, as far as she could. At the same time she clenched around him (thank you, Kegel exercises) and was rewarded by hearing his hoarse cry. Then he exploded inside her, throwing his head back and roaring at the ceiling, the headboard gave one more THUD, and he froze.

When the reverberations of her last titanic orgasm subsided, she realized she was still throbbing. She still wanted him. She was a f*****g Hunter Halland devourer.

—You're a complete i***t — she accused him when she could find her voice again.

The werewolf was lying next to her with a smug grin on his face.

—You were right, I needed to be with you for a while — he rolled onto his side and put his arm around the waist of the woman he loved so much —When I'm with you nothing else matters, you make any wall I build disappear.

Andrea caressed her cheek with an affectionate gesture.

—You're my wolf, Hunter — she placed a sweet kiss on his lips. He looked at her with complete adoration.