I know Ella is expressing genuine admiration – that she wants to make sure I take credit for this accomplishment – but I’m feeling much too triumphant for thoughtful reflections. My wolf wants to celebrate, and what better way could there be to mark this occasion than playing with our mate?
“So it didn’t turn you on?” I tease, sliding my hand up her velvety thigh and pulling aside the sodden gusset of her panties. Ella shudders as my fingers connect with her needy s*x, sinking right into her slick folds. “This sweet p***y is certainly dripping – do you mean to tell me it’s not for me?”
“It’s always for you.” Ella answers breathily, her voice catching when my thumb finds her sensitive c**t. “Only you can do this to me, Dominic.” I might think she’s simply going along with the subject chan
