Page 102 of Howl You Doin?
It’s the smallest of her cries, the little ones she’s unaware of, that make me even more enamored with this woman. They make me want to lay claim, to satisfy and please her in every way I can.
Nothing in this world sounds better than Whitley crying my name, followed by her cute, high moans that she would probably try to punch me over if I ever brought them up in conversation. It makes me want to bare my chest and beat it like a caveman that she sings so sweetly for me.
I turn the tiny device off and get to my feet long enough to undo my pants, not missing the way her teeth sink into her bottom lip when she gets a look at how my cock sits at the waistband of my briefs, pre-cum beading on the tip. It bobs freethe next moment when I take off my underwear and let her look her fill.
My cock is large and heavy, jutting between my legs, thick from wanting her so damn badly. Her eyes dilate when I stroke up and down my shaft, but she surprises me with a boldness of her own. She pinches her nipple and her other hand dives for her pussy.
Hastening onto the bed, I swat her hand away and settle into my favorite place in the world, between her thick, welcoming thighs. I rock my hips slowly and move against her opening, and her hands clench on my back as she tries to pull me in. She’s already told me she’s on the pill, and the fact that I don’t have to wear a condom with her elates me to no end. I just get to feel her wrap around me.
“Tell me you want my cock.” I rake my dick through her wetness, sliding her lips open with the length of my shaft until she shudders.
“I want your cock.”
I start to tease her more, but her hand somehow reaches between us and wraps around my dick, clearly not wanting it gentle. A groan rattles from my throat as she tilts her hips and forces my cockhead into the tight heat of her cunt.
“Fuck,” I bark out, unable to stop myself from sinking just to feel the tight grip of her pussy on my hardness. “Woman, you could drive a saint to madness.”
A grin of delight makes her dimples appear, but they’re gone the next second when I press her vibrator between us, turning it on while I’m still inside her.
Her jaw drops and her brows go up as I press harder into her, deeper, filling her up, still keeping the small device on the nub of her clit. Balancing on my knees and one straightened arm, I thrust deep and slow.
She starts lifting her hips to meet my strokes, her body stretched and molten around me. I take her with measured movements, angling my hips so I batter her G-spot with every plunge. The vibrator throbs at my pelvis, but I ignore it over the tight squeeze of her hot cunt on my hard cock.
Those same cute, erotic sounds from earlier start to pour from her mouth and I piston harder, my shaft slicking in and out as she starts to climb toward an orgasm.
“Oh god,” she hisses through clenched teeth, and her eyes roll back and close as her nails claw at my skin.
“Open your eyes. Look at me when you fucking come on my dick,” I tell her, needing her to acknowledge me, acknowledge this.
The next fucking time she’s wet and wanting, she damned well better tell me. I thrust harder, and buck my hips, uncaring if I hurt her now that her nails have turned into sharp claws and are biting into my back and arm.
“More,” she demands.
A growl peels from my throat, and my grip on her tightens. I give up on the vibrator and toss it to the mattress, so I can I let go and fuck her with a reckless intensity so hard the bed starts bouncing against the wall as she shrieks my name.
When a satisfied purr erupts from her as she comes down, I bend to take her mouth in a savage kiss, nipping at the swell of her bottom lip. Then I press my forehead to hers as I rock into her, feeling her pussy flutter and tighten around me.
“Gods, you feel like heaven around my dick, like you’re sucking my fucking soul out of it,” I say with a wondrous, pained groan. “Don’t ever hide your needs and desires from me again. You were made for me.”
Her tight cunt clenches down on my cock even harder, making sparks of light dance behind my eyes as I hold back the shift.
The air crackles between us as our gazes lock, and our connection is so profound its palpable. She moves to hide her face in my neck when I slam home, feeling every one of her inner muscles.
Lips, soft and luscious, press at my throat and my breath catches.
“Come for me. Knot my pussy, Connor,” she whispers in my ear.
Her teeth nip at my jugular and goosebumps prickle across my skin as yellow blazes across my brain. I inhale sharply at her words while my body jerks uncontrollably, and I’m unable to hold back or recover control as the need to dominate her takes hold.
My hips grind against hers and she presses back, crying out when the base of my cock thickens and inflates, giving her what she asked for. My dick gets heavier as I pin her, wedging myself as deep inside her as I can get, and her gaze clashes with mine.
“Remember you wanted this,” I say, when her expression turns worried.
Yellow sparks in her soulful brown eyes, just as I knew it would. She did ask for it, but more importantly, Whitley never could resist a challenge from me. I’d rather her rage at me, be mad at me, but stay strong through the pain, rather than full of regret and hurt later because of how horny I made her.
She licks her lips as my knot swells and locks us together, forcing her to come again as I rock it against her G-spot. Tears leave tracks down her soft cheeks as she trembles, her body shuddering through her pleasure. My body shudders in return as she spasms around my sensitive knot, making my groin light up with intense pleasure and my eyes threaten to roll.
“There’s my girl.”
