Page 54 of Bewitched By the Werewolf
His hand on my thigh slides higher until he reaches the apex and slips between, cupping my center possessively. My legs widen to give him more access. I’m hot and wet and his entire fucking hand covers me from ass to clit it’s so big. The heel of his palm presses just hard enough to make me squirm.
“It drives me to the brink of sanity, and I don’t know how much longer I can handle not tasting such a delicious scent. Will you let me taste you Red? Will you be a good girl and let medevour you? Make you squirm and scream while riding my face? Or will you sass me more?”
I don’t think I’ve ever had a man ask to devour me or ride his face. The idea is thrilling and although I do want to sass him and say no, I also don’t want to say no. I want to ride his face and feel his tongue slide through me. Though I can’t completely not sass him.
I reach up with one hand and slide it against his stomach and up his chest, pulling at the collar of his crew neck. “You can try, but I’m not sure you’re up to the task.”
His entire body vibrates with a growl, it’s determined and hungry. It makes my clit pulse against Ryder’s hand, and he curls his fingers against me, stroking my pussy through my skintight jeans.
“I guarantee, I am up for the task.”
Ryder closes the little distance between us and finally takes my mouth in his. Commanding lips battle with my own for dominance. When he moves his hand between my thighs again, I give into him, letting him command my body to obey. It feels nice to give in, to let go. To allow myself to be dominated, and I think I like it.
His tongue prods at my lips, and I open to him sucking on his tongue until he groans. Our hands have taken control of themselves as we paw at each other, gripping and pulling the other, unable to get close enough. There are still too many layers between us. Too many clothes, and our position side by side needs to be remedied if I’m going to ride his face like he promised.
I break the kiss to pull back and gain a little focus. Ryder’s expression is fuck drunk and the white of his eyes is almost completely gone as his iris expands and engulfs it. Bright shining silver pools. I cup his cheek and stroke the edge of his bottom lip, swollen from our kiss.
“I believe I was promised a ride.”
I raise an eyebrow, as I watch his lips part and suck the tip of my thumb between them. He nips at me with his teeth, and I feel a sharply pointed canine press into the soft pad of my finger. He doesn’t break the skin, but I get the impression he wants to.I wonder if biting is as much of a kink for him as chasing is.
“You can have any ride you want, little Red. I have many,” he replies in a deadly serious baritone.
Removing his hand from between my legs, I whimper a little at the loss but am quickly assuaged when he wraps that hand around me and cups my ass, lifting me effortlessly and placing me astride his lap. He locks his arms around me and pulls me down flush against him. The hard length of his cock pressing firm between my spread legs. I moan at the contact and melt against him. Like the rest of him that log between his thighs is large and thick.
His hips rock into me and he grinds his cock against my throbbing clit and pussy. That is most definitely a ride I want tickets for.
Our mouths seek each other out again, in a matter of seconds we’re making out and dry humping like teenagers on his couch. As much fun as this is, there’s still too many clothes on and I want to take my ride now. My pussy is a soaked and needy thing. It’s been a long time since she got any action, and I have a feeling sex with Ryder will not be a short quick affair. He seems the type to go for multiple rounds, and I intend on finding out how many.
I press down hard against his hips and pin his cock between us. “Still not the ride I want,” I tell him.
Slipping my fingers into his hair I pull on it hard. It’s long enough to grip an entire hand full and I know exactly what I’ll be holding onto for my first ride.
“Bedroom.Now,” I demand.
“As you wish,” he replies without hesitation and stands from the couch, lifting me with him. My legs wrap around his hips, and he moves to the hall at the back of the cabin.
I spot three doors, and he takes me through the open one to the bedroom. I’m too focused on him and getting naked, that I don’t pay much attention to the decor or furniture. The only one of importance is the bed, which he drops me on unceremoniously.
Ryder reaches for the hem of his shirt first, pulling it off in one swift motion before throwing it on the floor. The man is stacked like a keg. Thick and broad with dark hair spread across his chest. He steps between my legs to reach for my shirt, and I let him. It’s removed and discarded like his was. I reach for him and run my fingers across his abs, before falling to his belt to unbuckle and remove it. He allows the belt to go but before I can start on his jeans, he swats my hands away.
“You first.”
I’m not going to argue with that. I let Ryder remove my bra and he cups my breasts and gently thumbs at my nipples before pinching them. Then he moves on to my black jeans and kneels before me, slipping them off my ankles along with my boots. Leaning in he runs his nose up the center of my damp panties. He inhales and groans painfully. Large hands circle my calves and run up my legs, spreading me wider. Ryder presses a kiss to my panty covered pussy and licks at the material, getting his first taste.
“Fuck Red, you taste…I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.”
I’m about to tell him he can have another taste, when he bites the band of my underwear. I think he’s going to pull it down like a groom with a garter, but he uses those sharp teeth to tear at the material, ripping the black cotton right off my body. I moan and grip at his hair as he repositions himself at my center, hisshoulders tucking under my knees and his arms locking me in place against him.
Like a man starved he laps at my pussy, dragging his wide tongue between my folds and making me feel like a melting popsicle. I grip his hair harder, and his fingers dig into my ass holding me at the edge of the mattress. When Ryder circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicks it a few times then sucks it into his mouth, I moan out my pleasure without shame. It feels fucking amazing, and I only grow wetter for him.
“That’s it sweetheart, give me all your desire. I want every drop,” Ryder mumbles against my pussy as he continues devouring me.
My eyes close and my head drops back as I try to remain upright. My hips attempt to move in tandem with his licks and sucks but his grip on me tightens and holds me just how he likes. With a growl he shifts me closer to him, pressing my pelvis to his face and propping me on his shoulders. I slide from the bed and he pivots, turning to lean his back to the mattress while still on his knees. His head falls against the edge of the mattress, and he presses my ass forward so my knees prop on the edge on either side of his head.
I’m not exactly on the bed but balanced on his shoulders and held up by his strong arms and hands. My knees instinctually widen, and my hips drop, sitting me right on his face nearly smothering him.
“Take your ride, Red. I want to know what makes you come,” I hear him command from beneath me, and I do.
