Page 7 of Wolf Trapped
“Archer, it’s impossible to function when you do that.” Jara arches pushing her breasts out into my waiting fingers and mouth. She flops back on the bed, and I follow her nipping her nipple with my teeth.
“You could come just like this, can’t you, mate?” I growl, sucking her nipple in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.
“Yes,” her voice is breathy as she fists the sheets on either side of her hips.
“You won’t, though, will you?” I challenge her to defy my order and come before I tell her to.
“No, Alpha. I don’t come until you tell me to.” Her hands move to my shoulders and up to my hair in an attempt to hold me to her breast.
I chuckle against her nipple, the vibrations making her moan beneath me.
“Good girl. Now I need your pants off. I’m going to lick you until I have decided you can come on my face.” I take a step back and wrap both hands around the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down over my throbbing cock.
I wrap a hand around my cock, stroking myself as Jara wiggles on the bed to get her jeans and sexy green panties off. They match her bra perfectly.
Jara licks her lips, never taking her gaze off the slow strokes of my cock.
“You want to suck your mate's thick cock, Jara?” I ask, chuckling.
She offers a jerky nod, moaning as she finally kicks the offending material from her legs and spreads them wide for me to move between her perfect thighs.
“You can suck me off when I’m done. I need to taste you. Now.” I reach down between her legs, circling her clit as I position myself between her legs. Her scent of vanilla fills my nose, and I groan.
“Gods, Archer. That feels so good. Don’t stop.” She wiggles her hips enticingly, her hands finding my hair again as I lean in and lick her all the way to her clit and suck it into my mouth. Her hands tighten in my hair, holding me against her, and I push two fingers into her wet pussy.
Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and I peer up into her eyes, holding her stare with mine until I hit the spot deep inside her that has her head thrashing.
“Come for me,” I command, and she lets go screaming my name.
I lap at her juices, removing my fingers from her pussy and devouring her taste. She arches her back at the sensation coming a second time without my permission but the juices that gush across my tongue are fucking heaven, and I allow it. Vanilla and citrus explode on my tongue, and a groan escapes me.
I slowly bring her back from her orgasm, her body turning liquid in my arms. She’s so fucking perfect.
“My turn,” she pants, reaching for me, and I don’t bat her away this time.
If my mate wants to put her mouth on me, I will let her, but only after I make her come for me.
I crawl up her body and kiss her roughly before flopping to her side on my back and stroking my cock. “Whatever you want, mate.”
She licks her lips sitting up on her elbows, her eyes trained on my hand, stroking my thick cock. Her eyes shine with lust as she scoots closer, leaning over and licking the head. “Fuck, Jara. Are you teasing me?” I growl.
She grins at me before swatting my hand away and licking a path up the vein on the underside of my cock from base to tip, and I throw my head back with a groan. Her tiny hand wraps around the base. I will not be able to handle her hands and mouth on me for long.
Jara’s eyes meet mine as she hollows out her cheeks and my hips buck at the feel of her hot mouth, sucking me all the way to the back of her throat.
“Jara,” I moan.
She smiles around me before taking me deeply again and swallowing around the head.
Where the fuck did my sexy mate learn that?
She has never done that to my cock before. I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her off my cock with a pop.
This woman is dangerous. She makes me feel things I have no business feeling and constantly surprises me. Her lips curve down in a frown, but when I move my arms under hers, pulling her up to my lips, she settles against me, kissing me with every ounce of heat she just had, sucking my cock.
“Ride me, mate. Take your pleasure from my body,” I growl against her lips.
“Archer,” she moans, straddling my hips.
