Page 46 of Whisper Woods

“Strip and get on the bed.”

I almost break the land speed record following his command, getting naked, launching myself on the bed with a bounce. Rafe laughs, breaking out of his role in the game for just a moment, and the sound of his joy makes me feel like I could fly.

How he gets me so drunk on him I don’t know. But after only sips of himfor years, I have drowned in him over the past few days. It feels like I’m addicted.

The days without him were like torture, my anxiety amplified a thousand times. Everything was grey and cold and hopeless. Watching him slowly unbutton his shirt, eyeing me like I’m the only being in the entire world, everything feels back in focus again.

The wait is agony, and from the look in his eye, the pain is my punishment. Goosebumps ripple across my skin, even though the room is warm. Every inch of delectable skin exposed, the glimpses of his dusky pink nipples, the trail of dark hair that leads down into his waistband, every single bit of it sends tremors of anticipation through me until I am nothing but a puddle of want. And I haven’t even seen his cock yet.

Speaking of which, his teasing hands stop their undressing, pausing at the button of his pants. I want to cry, pout, shred his clothes, but instead I wait. Because what I want more is him. He considers me, sprawled on the unmade sheets, head propped on my hand so I have a better view.

“Lie on your stomach. Eyes shut.” I snap into position so fast, my foot gets caught and something on the bed tears, making Rafe laugh again. He takes forever to get back to me, and I can hear the rustling of his clothes and him rummaging around for something.

My dick is practically leaking a river underneath me and it takes every shred of my limited willpower to not rock my hips to get some relief.

Rafe returns to the bed just as I hit my breaking point, the bed shifting under his weight as he climbs up and straddles my legs. His heavy balls rest on my thighs, his rock hard cock against my cheeks, drawing a deeply rattling moan from me. The fucker chuckles darkly, rocking his hips, dragging his dick over the seam of my ass.

“Please, Rafe.” I plead, not entirely sure what I’m asking for. Something.Anything.He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t need to. Warm oil drizzles along my spine. I have no idea what is coming, but I am here for it.

I grunt when his hands rub the oil into my skin. With long, firm strokes, his work is masterful.

“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He mutters, the words scrambling my brainalong with his massaging fingers. I am left helpless and moaning underneath him, as he works each individual muscle in my back and neck, all while his cock teases my ass, the friction just the wrong side of enough.

When my back is completely oiled, massaged and loose, he applies the same dedication to my shoulders, my neck, my arms.

It’s almost like he’s worshipping my body. Anointing me like they do the statues at the temples. The perfumed oil invades my senses, and every so often, his lips brush against my skin, like he’s unable to resist.

“Look at these muscles. You are so strong, Seff. You carry the weight of the world on them. Relax for me, let me ease you. You’re doing so good for me, sweet kushinavya. So good. I am so proud of you.” His words completely undo me. I can’t even protest when he climbs off me to apply the same careful attention to each leg.

I’m not a foot guy, it’s not and has never been my thing, but when he drives his thumb into the sole of my foot, releasing some crazy-ass knot there, my hips lift from the bed, dangerously close to coming from overstimulation.

“Stay good for me, Seff.” He warns, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. He knows how hard it is. How hard I am.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” I half sob, half moan, when that slick oil is once again poured over me. This time, coating the soft hair of my ass. Rafe huffs another laugh and dives right in, massaging my ass until I am sobbing into the mattress beneath me. Only then do his slick fingers dip between my cheeks, running up and down the cleft of my ass. I hiss my consent, tilting my hips into his touch as he circles the puckered rim of my hole.

Every nerve in my body is on fire. My cock is so hard ithurts, my knot swollen and throbbing, trapped against the sheets. With one hand, Rafe slips a hand between my thighs to fondle my balls, tight against me.

“Ugh, please, Rafe. Need you.” My words are slurred, and I have definitely drooled a puddle in my horny stupor. But rather than give me what Ineed, he withdraws his hands.

I think he’s enjoying my cries and whimpers, so I give him more.

“Not yet, sweetness.Roll over.”

Are you fucking kidding me?! I want to yell. Protest. Fist my dick and just come already. Jump on him and pin him down and rub on him till I do. But I don’t do any of that. No, I just obediently roll over just as pathetically as Wolf, lying on my back desperate for Rafe’s touch.

He repeats the same process on my front. Oiling me up and lavishing every inch of me with his firm touch. He spends a long time on my pecs, the valleys that line my hips. My biceps. He tries circling the circumference of my arms with his hands, but struggles and I get to feel his cock get a little harder where it rests against my belly.

I’m delirious by the time he actually wraps both hands around my dick, twisting and jerking with his oiled hands. His ass had spent the whole time taunting me with soft “accidental” brushes. But now he works me with purpose, watching my face intently as I moan and gasp. My head tips back and my feet grapple at the sheets as I drive myself into his fists.

I’mso close, one hand squeezes rhythmically around my knot, while the other shuttles over my length. I can’t speak, can barely breathe, right on the precipice of coming when he lets me go.

My eyes snap open and I snarl viciously when I catch him darting back along the bed with a smirk on his face that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

I want to kill him. I want to fuck him.

“The fuck, Rafe?” My voice is hoarse, rough with lust and anger and an edge of Wolf who is just as pissed as I am. Breathing hurts as I suck in wheezing lungfuls, trying to get back ahold of myself.

On his knees at the end of the bed, Rafe bites his lip, his cock straining in his lap, obviously enjoying the show. Absently, he strokes a hand over his belly, leaving a glistening trail of oil in its wake.

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