Page 152 of The Lycans: Vol Four

Smack!

“Eyes forward, darling.”

She moaned and looked straight ahead, and I continued to rub my hand over her ass. Back and forth, smoothing the sting I’d just caused her.

Seeing my handprint already on the luscious mound had my cock jerking. My dick was so hard it throbbed behind my slacks, digging into my zipper. I spanked her again and again, then twisted my hand so I was smacking her soaked pussy.

The sound of my palms meeting her juicy, cunt had me snarling like a wild beast.

With my free hand, I palmed the length through my pants, squeezing the girth until I hissed out and could see a damp spot forming in the front from pre-cum. I was already leaking like a motherfucker and we’d just gotten started.

I backed up a step and got down on my haunches, an ass cheek in each hand as I gripped the flesh and gave it a hard squeeze.

My girl was panting but listening so well as she kept her eyes forward.

“Now, now, baby girl, you can tell me what you want.” I ran my fangs over her bottom, scraping the sharp points on her pale flesh until I watched the skin break open and blood slide down like ruby lines. “And only because I gave you permission.”

And when I flattened my tongue and licked those sweet, coppery trails off her body, I got a jolt at how delicious she was. I felt like a coke addict snorting lines, but my addiction wasn’t of the chemical kind. No, I was totally fucking consumed by this perfect Fae.

“Ahhh,” she cried out but didn’t tell me to stop. I spread her legs wider until I could see how soaked the material was.

“Mmm, so wet your honey is dripping down your thighs, baby. Makes me hungry.” I ran my tongue along her pussy juices, lapping them up, groaning for more. And I’ll get it.

“Sebastian,” she cried out.

“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give it all to you.” I gripped her waist, my hold hard enough she’d have bruises, marks on this porcelain skin that would remind her who she belonged to.

“I want you to eat me out.”

I hummed at those words. “Tell me more.”

Her panting increased and her body trembled.

“Tell me in obscene detail what you want your obsessed mate to do to you.”

The sound of her nails scratching at the wood was loud and turned me on like a motherfucker. Then again, Ada didn’t have to be in the same room as me and I was stiffer than a lead pipe.

“So pretty. So… mine.”

I heard more scraping and wanted her to leave gouges on my desk. I wanted to look at them and be reminded over and over again how hard I plowed her tight pussy and got her off.

“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she breathed out.

“Tell me more.” I was still on my haunches, my finger running under the string of her thong as I gently pulled it up before letting it snap back into place.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

“I want you to tear it off, Sebastian.”

Snap. Snap. Snap.

“I want it to dig into my skin a second before it falls to the floor?—”

“Don’t you know, darling, whenever I tear your panties off, I keep them so I can jerk off to the scent of you when you’re not here?”

She moaned and I pulled the underwear off then, watching as the elastic made a red line on her hip before it broke and I held it completely in my grasp.

“Look at me,” I grated that single word out, and when she was looking into my eyes, I brought her thong to my nose and inhaled deeply. “This is what I do when I have my big, fat cock in my hand and jerk off until I come all over the place.” I let her see me shove the underwear into my pocket.

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