Page 101 of Howl You Doin?
“You are beautiful,” I whisper as I lower my head and kiss her. “So, fucking beautiful.”
I bend down and cover her nipple with my mouth, and her hands dive into my hair to hold me tight as I suckle and tease. They tear at the strands when I bite, a sharp gasp leaving her that sends my cock pulsating in my slacks and my grip tightening on her waist. I move to flick the other nipple with my tongue and a low purr starts from her chest that makes me want to mount her.
The urge to flip her over and fuck her senseless until her pussy feels me for days roars through me, but I pinch her nipple instead. Her sharp cry gives me immense satisfaction as I fight my primal nature to take her hard, all because I want to keep my word.
I won’t hurt her. Can’t. But I can make her feel it.
My hands roam across her body, squeezing and kneading until I reach her hips and slowly slide her panties down. She shifts to help take them off and as soon as she’s bare, I take the opportunity to reach down and swipe my fingers through her sex.
“You’re already so wet,” I tease while pressing against her clit.
“I really, really need to come,” she cries, rising up onto her elbows, thighs shaking, but splayed wide.
When I slide two fingers deep, she looks like my wet dream come to life, her mouth open on a soft cry and her back arching. Her insides instantly clamp around my fingers, so hot and snug for me.
“Oh... god.” She collapses back onto the mattress as I begin to pump her hard.
Annoyance flares at the thought that she would deny me this, deny me her, even as she clutches at my forearm. Even as her gaze turns molten with arousal and her lips part on a breathy pant.
“Then come for me.”
I work her into a frenzy with my fingers, and the sounds of her body sucking my digits echo through the room.
“Oh, my god, Connor. Yes!” The words are a litany from her lips that goes straight to my cock.
The chestnut curls of her hair bounce as she throws her head back onto the pillow, her hands clenched and white-knuckled, twisting the bedsheets as she comes on my hand.
“Did that make your pussy feel good?” I ask, not giving her a chance to come down.
I move to grip her thighs in each hand and drop to my stomach, spreading her with my tongue and savoring her sweet cunt. A startled yelp leaves her as she raises up and tries to scoot away, to no avail. There’s no chance in hell I am relinquishing my prize.
She grips my hair as she whispers, “Wait. I just came.”
“Sit still,” I tell her, kissing one thick thigh lightly.
She trembles from her orgasm, and I rub, kneading the soft, pliant flesh of her thighs that never fails to make me want to grip her tighter and fuck her harder. Her body settles when I kiss her hip bone, and I set about easing her back into it.
I’m going to make her come in my mouth and on my dick, so she knows she’s mine and never thinks to pull bullshit like this again. Walking in and finding her playing with what is mine, when she has me—not just her toys—at her disposal, rankles in a way I can’t describe.
It makes me want to pummel her with my cock until she’s a knotted, drooling mess impaled on my dick and then repeat the process over and over until she can’t walk.
A whimpered response is all I get when I go back to nibbling at her clit, gently biting before tonguing at her sweet hole. Her thighs tighten around my head when I add my fingers and curve them to stroke her deep and slow.
I peer up at her face, taking in her swollen lips from our impassioned kisses, the reddened skin of her neck from the rasp of my beard, and the marks on her chest from me teasing and nibbling her nipples for the last few minutes. She looks like a goddess, and she’s mine.
My dick pulsates in my pants, reminding me of how much I want inside of her, and I resume my ministrations. I couldn’tkeep my hands from her at this point, even if she wanted me to, but I hold my control firmly in check.
“If your little books are going to make you like this every time, you should let me lick your pussy while you’re reading them,” I tell her, not expecting an answer as I continue to finger-fuck her, watching her luscious body writhe and quake.
Her jaw drops, her head tossing from side to side on the pillow as I twist and curl my fingers to touch her G-spot. Without removing them, I pull back and grab the small vibrator she’d been using from where she sat it on her nightstand.
A grin pulls at my mouth when her big brown eyes widen, but her tongue wets her lips, and I know she’s with me.
Her body jolts and her hands reach for my hair, her cries going up an octave when I nestle the vibrator at her clit. I ignore how my dick leaks in my pants and focus on making her squeal.
“How about that, pretty girl? Does that feel good?” I ask, and her eyes go all droopy and heavy-lidded when I keep the small toy on her little nub.
“Fuck, Connor. Yes!” Her brows come together, and her mouth drops open as a garbled sound tumbles out of her.
