Page 55 of Witches Be Damned

He chuckled, throaty and deep. “Think I’ve found a new calling?”

I laughed. “You couldn’t handle narrating audiobooks. You need the thrill of the outdoors.”

“Accurate.” He practically tore my sweatpants from my body then snapped my panties in two. “Now. Get. On. Your. Back. And. Spread. Your. Legs. For. Me. Bratty Wolf.”

Oh, yeah, he was into this. I didn’t think he was at first.

Raze made good on his threat, rolling me over, spanking me until my ass was red and burning. Chest humming like an engine, he twisted me on my back, and tongue fucked me over and over. He didn’t stop until my legs were a quivering mess, gripping his head between them.

“That’s a good bratty wolf.” He ran his palm along the length of my ribs, from beneath my breasts to my belly.

He stood up to shirk off his pants and free his cock from his underpants. I licked my lips, needing him in my mouth, to taste him and swallow his pleasure.

He palmed his thick shaft and asked, “Do you think you deserve this?”

“Yes.” I stretched up to touch him, and he retreated out of my reach.

“Tell me why you want this cock,” he ordered. “Beg for it.”

Oh, he wanted a role reversal. I was game.

“I want your cock because it fills me up and stretches meso good.” I emphasized the last two words, and his hands sped up, working himself longer and thicker.

“What else?” He wanted more.

“Your cock is the only one that hits the right spot, and I don’t always need clit stimulation,” I confessed.

He groaned, cursed, and his head fell back as he pleasured himself. Fuck, he better not go all the way and leave me dry.

“More,” he growled.

“I love your dirty wolf cock inside me, making me come. Hard.”

“More!” he barked, fisting himself harder and faster, and I knew if I didn’t coax him, he was going to spill without me.

“I need to feel you,” I went on. “Raw and without a condom. Nothing between us. Just you. Hot and wet, sliding inside me.”

“Beg, Little Wolf.” He groaned so hard I feared it was almost over.

I adopted my hottest and most desperate voice for my last line. “Give me that fat wolf cock now and fuck me until I’m screaming your name and clenching you and milking you dry.”

That was all it took for him to break, falling on me, and spearing into me, making me cry out. He wound my hair around his palm, fisting it tight, jerking my head back, alternating between licking and sucking my neck hard enough to leave marks.

“Yes, my dirty wolf!” I shouted. “Right there.”

He pounded into me with a ferocity bordering on feral. New kink unlocked. My wolf liked dirty talk, and I had plenty more in store for him.

“Yes, like that.” I drew blood as I dragged my nails down his back, and he let out a howl of pleasure. “Fuck me wild and dirty like a beast.”

He went crazy and hammered into me, the sound of our flesh colliding bouncing off the walls, his grunts and my moans detectable to anyone wandering past outside. I would never get enough of my wolf. Never stop loving him, even if circumstances kept us apart.

My release came sharp and blinding, and I crashed, screaming out my wolf’s name, and him mine. His hot pleasure spilled into me in bursts, and he sagged over top of me. I gasped, my heart thumping so hard I feared it’d send me into cardiac arrest. He kissed my sweaty flesh and murmured words of another language.

My wolf got up to get a wet cloth and clean my pussy. When he returned from rinsing it in the bathroom, he snuggled on the sofa beside me, and we fell asleep.

The peel of his phone shook us awake, and he grumbled, stretching back to snatch it from his coffee table.

“Yeah?” he grunted. “What? When?”

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