Page 68 of Howl You Doin?
I round on her as soon as her massive skirts pass through the door.
“You think you’re being cute?” My voice rumbles across her lips as I try to deny myself a kiss so I don’t ruin her pretty makeup. Grabbing her hand, I shove it against my dick through my trousers and make her squeeze.
She tightens her hand on me as the corner of her mouth goes up. I reach out, pulling her by the back of the neck to hug her to me, but that doesn’t stop her grin. She knows exactly what she is doing.
Her ass fills my hand as I hold her still for a moment, then I slide my hand down and lift her leg so I can wedge my hips between hers, failing to get right where I want to be with so many skirts between us. Her back touches a large wooden shelf as I trail my fingers down the column of her throat and start bunching her dress in my hand.
“You make me want to give this sweet pussy what it wants so bad.”
I reach under her skirts, my cock leaping when I find her slit wet already. She gasps and arches into my touch.
“No knickers?” I moan into her ear, watching the goosebumps light up across her skin like a match to tinder. “You naughty girl.”
She squeals when I dip inside her, two fingers pumping quick and hard. I palm my hand over her mouth and groan aloud when her teeth bite into me. Her eyes spit fire as I hold her mouth shut with one hand and fuck her with the other. One rough pinch to her clit and she removes her bite.
She starts to get close, her body moving on its own, and I can tell just how badly she’s needed this by how she chases her release. She bounces into my hand, her hips grinding for me to get my fingers impossibly deeper. Her tight cunt begins to flutter, just as a muffled, cock-jerking moan starts to build.
I yank my hand away from her mouth and remove my fingers, robbing her of her release to get back at her for teasing me with raunchy photos.
“Damn you. I hate you!” she screams, her face flushed with fury at the loss of her orgasm.
She leans back against one of the wooden shelves, her lips a mess and her hair falling down. I grin and slip my fingers into my mouth for a taste of her decadence, knowing I’ve been teasing her long and hard since the other night.
I even toyed with her sweet pussy in her sleep, moving away just as she would begin to wake up. I want her messy and wanting today, because I’m done fighting it. If the universe has seen fit to bestow me a mate, and such a perfect one at that, I’m not going to snub it.
She is mine and I will win her.
“No, you don’t hate me. You only wish you did.” Snatching her wrists in my hands, I kiss her pulse, one and then the other. “Whitley, will you please go out with me?”
As lame as it sounds, they’re the only words I have. I want her any way I can get her, but I need to know she wants me too—I desire something more permanent than what she may be thinking before I finally fuck her. I need her to know it means something to me and that I’m not just being a horny bastard.
A corner of her mouth lifts, and her cute little human teeth bite into her soft bottom lip. I realize I have no idea if she will say yes or no, and the anticipation is heady. The way she challenges me—her smart mouth is my kryptonite. And her smell is like a siren’s call to my dick.
“You want me to go out with you?” Her voice is shy, like she hadn’t been expecting me to ask right at this second.
“Yes.”
Her eyes go all doe-like and soft. “Okay.”
A low sigh escapes past her lips a second later, then her mouth attacks mine. Our teeth clash and she moans, a low whimpering sound that makes me want to howl with excitement.
My hand shakes as I wrap it around her neck and break our kiss. “My dick is unbearably hard, and you’re going to make it up to me.”
Satisfaction lights up in her caramel-colored gaze, her lips swollen and heavy. They make me want to slip my cock between them.
“How can I make it up to you?” she asks, licking her lips.
I remove the box from my suit coat pocket and hand it to her, then grasp her waist firmly as I wait for her to open it. She arches a brow when she gets a look at the device I collected from my room when I ducked out of the ballroom. I know I only have a few more minutes before Ineedto return to the guests, even though I shouldn’t have left in the first place.
“You made your point obvious tonight. I’m going to give us what we both want and fuck you all night.”
She snorts, but glances at it again.
“Oh, so you don’t want it?” I back away, giving her space to say what she wants.
Those luscious lips of hers thin into a line as her brow creases. “I didn’t say that.” Curiosity colors her expression as she eyes the thing. “It looks big.”
With a silicone string attached, the pink egg-shaped device is about two inches wide and meant to nestle at her G-spot.
