Page 27 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Just from his voice. From the way he says my name, like I’m already his.

“Good girl.”

Those two little words hit like a lightning strike, and I actually whimper, thighs instinctively squeezing together as pleasure hums through me.

He chuckles darkly, and I can practically picture his smug grin on the other end of the line.

“Yeah, you like that, don't you? Like being my good girl, doing exactly what I say.”

I moan softly, already starting to rub lazy, torturous circles as instructed, my hips shifting restlessly beneath the sheets.

“That's it,” he murmurs approvingly. “Touch yourself for me, Sunshine. Nice and slow. I want you aching for it. For me.”

I obey, because how could I not?

Every filthy, possessive word from his mouth drags me deeper into the haze, into the deliciously dirty spell he’s weaving.

“Describe it,” he demands, his voice harsher now, raw with his own growing need. “Tell me what those sweet fingers are doing. Tell me how wet and needy you are for me.”

I shudder, breathless. “I-I'm circling my clit. It's so sensitive. I'm so wet, Doug. It's-it's dripping down my thighs.”

He lets out a low, feral sound that sends goosebumps skittering across my skin.

“Fuck. That’s it, Baby Girl. Make yourself nice and messy for me. Imagine it’s my fingers instead. Imagine how deep I’d go. How rough I’d be.”

I whimper again, sliding two fingers inside just like I know he wants.

“Doug,” I moan.

“Yeah, you want me deep, don't you, Sunshine?” His voice is pure heat now, heavy and possessive.

“Want me to stretch that pretty pussy, make you take it all? Want to feel me filling you up, fucking you slow until you beg for me to go harder?”

“Yes,” I gasp, fingers pumping faster now, hips rocking helplessly. “God, yes. Harder, please.”

“You'd take it so good, wouldn’t you?” he groans, sounding wrecked now too. “Such a good girl. My girl.”

Those words send me spiraling, and I can’t hold back anymore.

“I'm-I'm so close. I’m gonna,” I whimper desperately, every nerve ending lit up like fireworks.

“Do it, Dina. Now. Fucking let go,” Doug snarls, voice tight with his own need. “Come for me, Sunshine. Come while I imagine your tight, soaked pussy clenching all over my cock.”

That's all it takes.

Pleasure slams into me like a freight train, my back arching, mouth falling open on a broken cry as I shatter apart in his name.

“Shit. Oh, fuck! Doug!”

I hear him curse on the other end, deep and guttural, like he’s right there with me, losing control as he listens to me fall apart for him.

“Fucking hell, Baby,” he pants, and I hear the telltale hitch in his breath, the groan as he comes right along with me, even from miles away.

For a few seconds, all I can hear is heavy breathing.

His and mine tangled across the phone line like we just burned up the connection between us.

Then he speaks again, voice soft now. Rough but tender.

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