Page 9 of Bred By the Wolfman

She chuckles. “That’s what you’re paying me for, isn’t it?”

I flinch at this. So she still sees it as just a gig. Didn’t she like last time? She’s giving me all the signals that she’s excited for today.

“I suppose it is,” I say carefully. “Do you like this job?”

“It’s better than McFlips,” she says, offhanded. But my heart leaps. There we go. A detail. I can use that.

“I see.” I put my other hand on her, around her hip this time, and line myself up as if I’m about to drive myself into her sweet cunt. I’m still wearing my clothes, but the tent in my pants has grown significant, and increasingly difficult to ignore. “Still,” I say, leaning forward to grind my clothed hips against her rear end, “that doesn’t mean you can’t like it.”

She gasps, and manages to say, “That’s t-true.”

“And you did like it, didn’t you?” I squeeze her bare flesh, and she wriggles. She’s slick now, the lights reflecting off the shine on her swollen, pink cunt. I draw one knuckle down the cleft of her ass to her folds, and gently sweep through them. She bucks, pulling at her restraints, and I want nothing more than to fuck her so hard that she’s screaming my name.

Well, Bill’s name, anyway.

I drag her wetness down to her clit, circling it, not quite giving her what she’s after. Amanda whimpers, pushing her hips against my hand, telling me to touch her.

“What do you want?” I ask her, gently teasing the tip of her nub, and then moving away from it so she squirms. “Do you want wolfman cock?”

“Yes!” She answers immediately.

“Too bad,” I say, and crouch down to lick her.

Oh, she tastes so fucking good. She moans and lurches on the bench, moving away and toward me at the same time. She’s already overstimulated, is she?

I press my tongue down on her clit, hard, and she cries out. Then I soothe it, lapping it slowly, before shoving it from side to side. Amanda whimpers, “Bill!” as she jerks her hips up. To reward her, I shove my tongue inside her.

It’s easy to find that spot again, the one that made her gush last time. No human tongue could do this, but mine... I’ll make sure she’s never pleased by a human man again, not the way she is by me.

I stiffen my tongue and drag it across that spongy wall. She shudders instantly, her whole cunt fluttering. “Oh, Bill,” she whines, rotating her hips to take even more of my tongue inside her. I scoop downward, bringing as much of her sweet fluid as I can into my mouth, and then I swallow it all. Once more I circle her clit, flicking over it and tormenting it until again...

She squirts right into my muzzle. I groan as she spills onto my tongue, and she lets out that worried gasp again. I soothe her with one palm on her ass.

“Thank you,” I murmur, getting up to my feet. I sound collected and composed, but really, I can’t take this anymore—I need to be inside her, or I might combust.

“You’re thanking me?” Amanda asks, aghast. This time she does reflexively turn her head, and I catch sight of her pink cheek. “You just ate me out like a fucking professional.”

I have to laugh, and I trail one claw down her back, from her shoulder blades over her shirt, to her bare hip. She shivers underneath me. With my other hand, I undo the buckle of my belt and unzip my pants, pulling them down to the ground.

I don’t even bother with my shirt this time. I can’t wait.

“Now that you’ve already taken me once,” I say to her, palming my wet cock as it points directly toward her, “I won’t be as gentle with you.”

“Please.” She wiggles her butt, and I drag my slick head through her spread pussy. “Don’t be gentle, Bill.”

Her unfiltered, carnal need is stoking a raging fire in me, one that demands I claim her. I’m still careful as I slide into her, but my way is much easier this time. Oh, her cunt remembers me, does it?

I will make sure she never forgets, too.

five

DEE

Holy fuck. I forgot exactly how good the wolfman felt. How his slippery cock, so unusually shaped, plies me open as it slides in. He reaches more than halfway on his first thrust, and he’s so thick that I cry out. Groaning, he reels himself back, nearly leaving my body before he thrusts back in, deeper this time.

“Ohhh,” I moan, falling forward on the bench. This is what I needed. This is what I’ve been practically bruising my clit trying to recapture. But nothing compares to this monstrous thing squeezing inside me, practically a physical impossibility, and yet...

“Ah, fuck, Amanda, you feel so good,” my wolfman growls, reaching down to grip underneath the bench again. He’s so much bigger than I am that his arms completely wrap around me. “Damn, your pussy is fucking amazing.”

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