Page 8 of Blue Moon Mistress

“You can be rough with me, Joshua. I’m not going to break.”

“Let’s get you used to my cock first. I don’t want to wear you out… if we do decide to track you down tomorrow night.”

The idea of it makes me clench around him, and it’s my turn to choose the pace.

Knees sinking into the leather cushions, I can only rise halfway off of him.

For the moment, that’s enough.

His hands run up my sides, tracing the lines of my ribs, the curve of my breasts. He’s learning my body as I get it used to taking his neck.

Each brush of his skin passing over mine feels like the faint sting of electricity.

With a little wiggle, I manage to break his concentration, and manage to hide my smile at the moan that slips from between his teeth, by using mine to bite him.

“I think I’m ready to be manhandled.” I breathe the words against his jaw, but I know he hears me.

His fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls back to look me in the eye. “Don’t test me, woman.”

“Not up to it?” I don’t dim my smile this time.

And maybe that was a mistake.

I’m not certain how he does it, but a moment later, I’m on my back, looking up at him, and he’s standing in front of me, that beautifully hard cock pointing toward me almost like an accusation.

I don’t get the chance to make a joke.

He picks me up, an arm under each leg, making it easy to maneuver me how he likes.

And it’s exactly how I like.

If he wasn’t a werewolf, I’d have been worried about his ability to hold me up long, as he angles me and presses into my pussy.

Each of his swinging thrusts bounce me off his glorious cock, only to send me right back onto it.

Cool morning air sweeps across me from the open windows, and I moan against his shoulder.

“Show off,” I say between panting breaths.

After that, things start to get blurry.

He’s using me to reach that pleasure we both want, and my body responds by driving me higher with each thrust. Each time he pulls me down onto him, it pushes me toward that beautiful precipice.

And then, I’m falling…

Joshua drops to his knees, one hand catching us before he crushes me against the tile.

This isn’t sex, it’s mating. Pure, unadulterated, animalistic coupling.

The cold, hard stone at my back, makes it even more primal.

Coiling tighter, I feel my orgasm clawing its way out of me. And then it bursts through me.

Energy and light and… Him.

He cries out at the same time I do, and I’m filled with a different kind of magic.

Three

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