Page 22 of Posing for the Artist Wolf

Kai watched me from the couch, his hand still working his cock. “Lick your fingers clean.”

I obeyed without question. I brought my glistening fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean slowly and deliberately. I moaned softly, unable to suppress the sound as my taste burst on my tongue.

“Good girl,” he praised, a hint of growl in his voice. His chest rose and fell in a sharp breath, his fist tightening on his length. He dragged a thumb across the head of his cock, pre-cum beading at the tip. My core clenched in response.

I met his gaze as I sucked another finger clean.

“Those lips are fucking sin.” Kai’s head dropped back with a low, ragged groan. The veins in his arm bulged with tension as he pumped his thick cock.

He reached behind him and dragged his shirt over his head, then tossed it to the side. His abs flexed as he worked himself, each stroke rougher than the last.

I wanted to taste those abs. To feel them flex as he moved above me, inside me. I wanted to explore every inch of his body.

“Your scent, Claire.” His nostrils flared, and a wicked smirk tugged at his lips. “You like watching this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. I licked my lips, my eyes tracking every flex of muscle. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Come here.” Another pump of his cock, and he caught his lip between his teeth and groaned. “I need to feel you wrapped around me.”

The rough edge of a command in his voice set my pulse racing. I rose from the floor, crossing the short distance between us with unsteady steps. Kai’s eyes devoured me as I approached, his gaze flicking between my face and the sway of my hips.

His hands landed on my waist as soon as I was within reach. He leaned forward almost quicker than I could track and nipped at one hipbone before moving to the other. My breath rushed from my lungs as I collapsed against him.

The contact stole what little breath I had left. His hands wandered lower, cupping my ass in his palms and squeezing. He dragged me down until I was straddling his lap, the bulge of his cock pressing against my center.

I ground against him, drawing a guttural moan from his lips. “Ride me,” he growled, biting at my throat. “I want to feel you take all of me.”

Oh, fuck yes.

I climbed to my knees, steadying myself on his broad shoulders. My fingers danced down the hard planes of muscle, dipping into the valleys of definition. Kai’s grip on my ass tightened, but his eyes never left mine.

The challenge in their green depths ignited the same fire in my belly. I needed him. All of him.

I found his shaft with one hand, stroking him from tip to base and earning another long, low moan. I lined us up, lifting my hips. His hands guided me down as the tip of his cock nudged my entrance.

The stretch burned as I slowly eased onto him. Inch by delicious inch.

A shudder wracked through me as I settled into his lap. My inner walls clenched around him, savoring the delicious fullness.

Kai’s eyes closed briefly, his fingers digging into my flesh. “You’re perfect.”

“So are you,” I whispered against his mouth.

He growled and claimed my lips with a bruising kiss. One hand lifted to tangle in my hair, holding me captive. Not that I wanted to get away. I clung to his shoulders, my nails sinking into his skin.

I began to move, slowly at first. Rising and falling on my knees, savoring the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me. Each stroke hit that sensitive place inside me, driving my pleasure higher and higher.

The world could be crashing down around us, and it wouldn’t be enough to break this moment.

Kai’s breath was harsh against my lips. “Don’t stop.”

“Never.”

My rhythm sped, encouraged by his needy groans. Tension coiled in my stomach, threatening to undo me. It was too much. The intensity of his eyes. The pleasure pulsing through my body.

Kai’s hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit. A flick of his fingertips, and my rhythm faltered as my head fell back in ecstasy. I couldn’t hold on. Pleasure rolled through me, obliterating every thought in my head except more. More of this.

More of him.

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