Page 54 of Witches Be Damned

I blushed and reached for the cell. “Don’t judge me.”

He closed the app and tossed the phone away. “You’re not listening to that when you’ve got me here.”

I made a sad pout. “But my BookTok research.”

He massaged my foot harder. “Later. You’re with me now. We have limited time together, and I won’t share you with BookTok porn.”

Ohhh, he was jealous. He had no need to be. His voice was a thousand times deeper and gruffer. “Talk to me like that then.”

He glanced up at me with menacing cerulean eyes. “I’ll never degrade you like that.”

Being called a whore or a slut by a sexy man didn’t do anything for me either. No problem there.

“You don’t have too.” I reached over to stroke his thigh. “Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Lift your shirt over your bra and show me your perfect, milky breasts,” came my first order, and I obeyed. “Touch them the way you like.”

Yes, please, Wolf Daddy!

I shifted my bra cups down and squeezed them, rolling them through my hands, rubbing my nipple between my fingers.

“Good girl.” I loved his praise. Loved it when he rewarded me as well. Not happening when he had another foot to take care of.

His lids hooded and his eyes shaded a darker blue. “Suck your forefinger and stick it down your pants and stroke that sweet pussy.”

Oh, God. I loved it when my men told me what to do to please them.

I slid my hand underneath the waistband of my sweatpants, and my underwear and air hissed in his mouth.

“Keep going,” he commanded as I spread my legs and stroked myself. “Don’t stop until you come. Make lots of noise. I want to hear you.”

My wolf loved it loud and proud, since animals displayed their enjoyment through sound and other means.

I slid my finger back and forth over my clit. Raze’s ministrations of my feet faltered as he lost control, his cock tenting his pants and jerking every time I moaned and bit my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Little Wolf!” he thundered, deserting my foot. “Get on your back and spread those legs. I’m going to punish you for listening to another man fuck your ears.”

Yes, bring it on, Wolf Daddy!

I rolled on my belly instead, giving him my backside, swaying it from side to side, laughing.

“You want to be bratty?” He spanked my ass, and the clap echoed off his walls. “Test my patience?” He rolled me on my back and lifted my leg to his chest and cracked his palm on my ass again. “Get fucked like a naughty girl?”

Oh, now we were talking.

I wanted the Big, Bad Wolf. Damn Professor Cal had me worked up, and I needed my man to give it to me just as rough, sexy, and dirty.

I groaned loudly, showing him I liked this little game. “Yes, Raze.”

“Here’s what I’m gonna do.” His voice dipped into a dark, menacing threat that had my pussy pulsing with desire. “I’m going to spank you again. Eat out your pussy until your thighs quake and squeeze my head. Then fuck the brat out of you.”

“Yes, please, I need that, Raze,” I begged, already hot, wet, and achy.

He slapped the side of my leg. “Not until you’re a good girl.” Damn, he was excellent at this and learned very fast what I liked and needed. “Promise you won’t get your ears fucked by Professor Cal again?”

Hmm. I couldn’t promise that. My face must have shown it because he crawled over me and bit my breast then flicked his tongue to ease the sting.

“Are you sure you haven’t been listening to Professor Cal in my absence?” I scratched long marks down his shirt.

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