Page 49 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

As soon as I'm covered, she positions herself above me, sliding the blunt head of my cock through her soaked folds, teasing us both.

“You're sure?” I ask, gripping her hips tightly, teetering on the edge of sanity.

She leans down, kissing me deeply.

“More than sure.”

That’s all I need.

With one slow, steady push, I slide into her.

Fuck.

She’s tight. So tight.

Hot and wet and squeezing me perfectly, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt.

We both groan at the same time, our heads falling together as we cling to each other.

“Fuck, Baby Girl, you feel incredible,” I rasp, fighting the urge to just start slamming into her.

She shifts her hips experimentally and we both moan again, because holy fuck the friction is everything.

Hot. Wet. Heavy. Perfect.

She starts moving slowly, rolling her hips and grinding down on me, dragging my cock through her fluttering walls in the most delicious, torturous way.

My hands roam everywhere. She feels so good to me. I touch her waist, her hips, her ass, coasting my fingers up her spine to cup the back of her neck as she rides me.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” I pant, watching her bounce and writhe above me, her big tits jiggling and her face flushed with pleasure.

“Doug,” she gasps, getting more frantic now, chasing her next high.

“I'm—I'm close again.”

“So fucking perfect. Show me what you got, Baby Girl, come all over this dick,” I urge, thrusting up into her harder now, losing the slow control as we both start chasing that edge together.

“Come for me, while I'm deep inside you. I wanna feel you pull the cum right from my balls.”

That’s all it takes.

She cries out my name, body convulsing as she tightens impossibly around me, her pussy fluttering wildly as another orgasm crashes over her.

The sensation is too much, too perfect, too fated.

I let go, roaring her name as I spill into the condom, my hips jerking as I ride out the most intense orgasm of my life, locked deep inside my mate.

When we finally collapse together, sweaty and tangled and gasping, I can’t stop kissing her.

Soft, reverent kisses now.

Like I’m sealing this thing between us with every brush of my lips.

She smiles lazily against my mouth.

“Wow,” she breathes.

I grin, pulling her tight to my chest, already knowing this is so much more than scratching an itch.

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