Page 38 of The Wolf in My Tavern

I thrust two fingers into her hot pussy, and curve them toward the front wall and the magic spot I have discovered that will get her off in record time.

Her strangled sob accompanies her pussy crushing my fingers as a gush of sweet cum floods my waiting tongue.

Twice will have to do.

I drag my mouth from further temptation, pick her up and take her down onto the rough wooden floor where I come down over her. She gazes up at me, panting, her jaw slack and her expression dazed.

I take my cock in hand, shuddering when even my hand provides intense pleasure, deciding I will come over her pussy, mark her, and show her in the way my stupid words cannot that she is mine. Gods, I want her in my bed, under me always, her pussy full of my cum.

Claimed.

Bred.

That word ought to cool my ardor. No man seeks to get a woman with child unless by decision and they are wed. Yet if she were carrying my child, there would be no choice, now would there?

Instead of instilling caution, this thought slams me with reckless need.

I begin to jack over her vulnerable pussy, my thoughts clouded and sliding into places they should not. I’ve got tunnel vision. My cock feels bigger than usual in my hand, harder, and then there is the swelling at the root that I realize is wrong, yet ignore in my heightened state.

“Callum?” There is a question in her voice. “Let me, please.”

Not a fucking chance my cum is going in her mouth, not today. “I’m sorry.” I plant my hand over her mouth as I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Hush. I’ll take it out before I come.”

Her heated gaze meets mine. She begged me to put it inside her last time. It is dutiful on my part to give her what she needs.

“I’m just going to put it in for a bit. Is that okay, Ada? Nod, if that’s okay.”

She nods. My cock is hot and heavy in my hand. I slide the tip through her slick folds until I snag at her entrance, and then I push.

She moans behind my palm.

I can hear footsteps and voices again, but I don’t fucking care. I lean up a little so that I can watch her face and see the pleasure there before my eyes trail down her body. Her tits are out, covered in marks where I’ve sucked against the skin. Her skirts are rucked up, and my fat cock head is buried in the entrance to her pussy.

It is a compelling sight, one that breaks the rational part of my brain.

“I just need to feel you around me for a bit,” I say, making a few tentative thrusts. Her answering moan is muffled. “I’m going to keep my hand here in case you make too much noise.”

She nods again behind my hand and I thrust slowly into her. Her pussy flutters around me, all hot and clenching, like the perfect caress. I’m already nearly halfway in.

“That feels so fucking good.” I plant my other hand on her belly, pinning her still, and spread my knees wide so I can get a better angle. Wet, sticky noises begin to accompany my rutting. I think about my seed leaking into her with every thrust as she grows ever more slick. Maybe I could get her pregnant already, even by doing this?

I pick up my pace, keeping one hand clamped over her mouth.

She mumbles against my palm. Maybe words of encouragement.

I don’t remove my hand to check. Only distantly do I acknowledge that if she can’t speak, she can’t tell me to stop.

“I’ll take it out soon, I promise.”

Only, I am going deeper as some buried animalistic instinct takes command of me. The need to seed her and claim her is an imperative that cannot be denied. She agreed to this and nodded when I asked. No one could blame me if her pussy feels too good, and I cannot stop; that is on her.

“Try to stop clenching, Ada,” I say. “If you keep squeezing over my cock, I might come inside you. We don’t want that, do we?”

She clamps down on my length so tightly that I nearly blow my fucking load.

“Such a naughty lass,” I say. I am nearly all the way in now. My cock is abnormally fat, and the twin swellings near the base are thicker, and that ought to frighten me more than it does. “I’m trying to pull out, and your pussy keeps sucking me back in.”

She mumbles something behind my hand. But I clamp my palm tighter, and my other hand lowers until my thumb can find her clit. I swipe back and forth, keeping her pinned and open around me.

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