Page 63 of The Broken Wolf's Redemption

“Of me pulling out of your mouth while I’m coming so I can smear the rest on your beautiful tits. I want to see how wet sucking my dick makes you. I want to watchyour juices running down your thighs.”

She started to tremble and pant. Her bones were near non-existent, her muscles the enemy. She was going to fall apart before anything even happened.

“Undress, Seren.”

She couldn’t get her black sweater with the cute little cat face and pink bows off fast enough. Rome’s eyes lit up when he saw her black lace bra. She hadn’t shown him her breasts before. She wanted him to see everything. All of her. She refused to be embarrassed as she undid it and let it slide to the floor.

His eyes caressed her in open appreciation. This was the first time in all her life that she’d felt truly seen by a man, but also beautiful. She nearly whimpered, but clamped down on it. She wanted Rome to see, but she also wanted to give him everything. Dirty or not, human or wolf, there wasn’t any part of herself she wanted to keep from him.

It didn’t matter what she should do any longer. It only mattered what she was going to do. Action was louder than any of her thoughts. She’d already known that if Rome asked her to be his, she would be. She’d give him her body, her life, her future, her past. She’d give him her family, her career, her heart and soul. The how of it was wildly difficult, but she’d think about that later.

She’d once told him that all they had was the moment they were living. She wanted that moment, that surrender, undiluted with life’s complexities, happy and peaceful.

She toed off her black boots and then undid her jeans and slipped out of them. She was going to leave her panties on as a prize for him to divest her of, but when she thought about what he’d said, she pulled them off with her jeans.

One thing was certain, and it was that Rome’s dirty talk game was always on point.

He didn’t give her a chance to even adjust to the room temperature on her skin. It was lucky that the blinds were currently closed. What was wrong with her that she hadn’t even checked before just stripping down? Rome liked to watch, but she knew he wanted to be the only one.

She wanted him to be the only one.

Now.

For a lot longer than now.

Even if it broke her heart.

He wouldn’t. But life might. Wasn’t that part of what made the connection with another person so special?

“Take me out.”

Were three words ever so thrilling? Seren shivered violently. Her nipples pebbled and she could already feel the start of slick wetness glazing her thighs.

He was so Rome in his regular clothes. A t-shirt and jeans. Familiar. She ached to touch him.

She fell to her knees on the carpet. She imagined them burning and red from being on them so long. She undid his jeans, working the button open and the fly down. She pushed them down, revealing his boxers. She folded down his boxers until his cock sprang out. She’d seen the outline of him in his pants and knew he was substantial. Outside of his jeans, she now knew that his dirty talk wasn’t an exaggeration. To take that into her mouth was going to be a serious issue.

Saliva jetted into her mouth. She was so wet between her legs she was going to make a mess of the carpet. She should be kneeling on top of her clothes.

Her hand closed around his shaft. He was so perfect, long and thick with perfect veins and a nicely rounded head. He had a gorgeous dick.

He throbbed, so hot that she imagined he’d scald her palm. She could hardly hold onto him.

He put his hand in her hair, encouraging her, but when she moved, it was entirely her own decision. She wrapped her hand around the base of him and used her mouth on his tip. There was still so much of him between her hand and her mouth. Holy god, she tried to take more, rolling her tongue over the tip and then running it down the length of him. She licked him, loving the way the salty musk of his excitement coated her tongue.

“What I want to do is wrap your hair around my fist and piston into your mouth so hard that you gag. It would feel so good, you taking me down your throat. You’d be a good girl and swallow and swallow and breathe through your nose. You’d take all of me because you’re good at everything you do.”

She looked up at him desperately, wanting to do that, but tears already gathered in her eyes and the corners of her mouth ached from taking as much of him as she already had.

He pushed his hips forward gently and left her hair alone, leaving the fantasy for the moment. He let her work her mouth over his cock, warming him up until he was slick and shining. She pulled back and grasped his thighs, digging her fingers into the denim. It was so hot that he was still mostly clothed.

“Rome.” She looked up at him again. “Rome, I want to…”

“I have no doubt you will.”

“You need to help me. There’s no way.”

“I think you can manage to figure it out. You show me what a good girl you are.” He patted the top of her head. She might have found that condescending before, but at the moment, she found his confidence comforting.

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