Page 12 of Wolf Crowned

I skimmed my hands down her back until I reached the hem of the sexy little blue tank top she was wearing. I pulled back and yanked it up and over her head so she was only wearing her sports bra.

Her chest heaved. I watched the swell of her breasts rise and fall with each breath she drew.

I wagged my brows. “I don’t think I can argue with that.”

She bit her bottom lip as she grinned. “Good.” She gave me a gentle shove back, making me stumble.

The back of my legs hit the log, and I sat on it. Sloane straddled me, her lips finding mine in a searing kiss. My hands went to her hips as she ground against me.

My length hardened to the point of pain and I growled, needing to relieve some of the friction.

There were just too many clothes between us. I found the edge of her sports bra and rolled it up. Why the hell did they make these things so tight? She had to pull back and wiggle out of the thing before her luscious breasts were finally free.

I leaned forward and sucked one nipple into my mouth, licking. She moaned and arched into me. Her fingers threaded in my hair, massaging my scalp.

I finished kissing the one breast and then moved to the other, swirling my tongue around the nipple. She ground and rocked against me. My cock was rock hard, and I needed to be inside of her like five minutes ago.

I let go of her breast with a pop, gripped her by the ass, and stood up before gently setting her on her feet. She didn’t need any prompting. She kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her shorts and panties as I dispatched of my own clothes.

I put my hands on her hips as I sat back down on the log and then pulled her to me. Her delicate hand wrapped around my cock, pumping a few times before she straddled me and guided it inside.

Sloane slid down slowly, taking every inch until she I was buried inside her. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes as her walls stretched around my cock.

She rocked slowly, keeping me deep inside. The feel of my mate's core around me would never get old.

I opened my eyes and peppered the column of her shoulder, working my way up. I kissed her ear, blowing against it gently before brushing my lips against her jawline, and then finally capturing her mouth.

Our tongues swirled together in a perfect battle for dominance.

I slipped one hand between us and rolled her nipple between my thumb and fore finger until it turned into a tight bud.

She rolled her hips against me harder, faster, until she was lifting herself up and then slamming herself back down.

I nipped at her lip. “Are you going to come on my cock, sweetheart?”

She made a noise in the back of her throat and increased her rhythm.

I was teetering on the edge, so close to my own release, but there was no way I was finishing before she did. I tweaked her breast at the same time she slammed down. I rolled my hips, hitting her from a different angle. She cried out and arched further into me

I did it again. “Do you like that, sweetheart?”

She mumbled something I couldn’t understand.

I rolled her nipple. “What’s that?”

She was breathless. “Don’t stop. Please.”

I rolled my hips harder. She screamed as she came, her inner walls clamped down on my length, spurring my own release. I pumped into her a few more times, slowly, enjoying every second I had with her until we were both spent.

She rested her head on my shoulder and clung to me as I ran my hands up and down her bare back.

She shivered, and I held her tighter. “Are you cold?”

Now that we were just sitting and all the excitement was over, the chill of the morning fall air was seeping in.

She rubbed her breasts against me as she tried to get closer. “Maybe a little.”

I gripped her by the bottom and stood up, gently setting her on her feet. “Let’s get you dressed and back to the house so you can get a nice hot shower.”

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