Page 48 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“I got what you need, Baby Girl,” I rasp, dragging my tongue slowly, so fucking slowly, right up her slick seam.

Her entire body jolts like I just shot electricity through her.

“Oh my God!”

I grin wickedly before doing it again, this time flattening my tongue and licking her from base to clit, savoring every drop of her arousal like it’s my new favorite meal.

Because, let’s face it, it really fucking is.

Better than pizza or steak or even fucking chocolate.

“Doug—oh fuck—Doug!”

I growl against her, loving how responsive she is, how she rides my face like she was made to.

I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking the sensitive nub with my tongue until she’s panting and writhing above me, completely lost in sensation.

Her thighs clamp tight around my head, and I couldn’t be happier. Seriously, I know so many women think they’re gonna hurt their partners like this, but they’re not.

And Dina sure ain’t hurtin’ me.

But if death is the price I have to pay for the pleasure of eating her wholly, then I will choose death every fucking time.

Mine.

“Please—please—I’m so close,” she whimpers, voice breaking on the edge of bliss.

“I gotcha. Good girl,” I murmur between licks, teasing her entrance with my fingers now, sliding two inside her slowly, curling just right until I find that spongy sweet spot that makes her cry out.

“That's it, Sunshine. Let go for me. Come on my tongue.”

She shatters with a scream that echoes through the apartment, pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around my fingers as her orgasm rolls through her like a tidal wave.

I lap up everything she gives me with relish. Fuck, she is beautiful, writhing and moaning, riding out her release. I groan when she shakes and whimpers my name like a prayer.

When she finally collapses against me, boneless and panting, I pull back and lick my lips, staring at her with absolute awe and pure worship shining in my gaze.

“You're fucking perfect,” I tell her simply, because it’s true.

Dina opens her eyes slowly, dazed and glowing.

But when she sees the tent still straining my boxers, she bites her lip and gives me the look.

The I want more look.

“You’ve been taking care of me all night,” she says softly, sliding her hand down between us.

“Let me return the favor, Wolfman.”

Before I can stop her—not that I would—she’s tugging my boxers down and freeing my cock.

I suck in a sharp breath when her fingers wrap around me, stroking softly, then firmer, spreading the precum leaking from the tip as she gazes down at me like I’m the best thing she ever saw.

“Geezus. Sunshine,” I groan, hips rocking up into her hand.

“Condom?” she asks, voice husky.

I nod frantically, grabbing one from the drawer of the coffee table and rolling it on in record time.

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