Page 24 of One Night with the Werewolf
And do I need it, more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“Do you have neighbors I need to worry about?” I ask as I stroke myself once, twice, then rub up and down her puffy labia.
Emelia shakes her head. “There’s an old guy next door, but I don’t think he can hear. And the people downstairs are never home.”
Good.
With that, I grab her ass and guide her down, so the angled tip of my cock slides in. Just the sensation of entering her, of that head slipping through into that warm, wet place, almost does me in. And hell, is she tight, tight and small, which will be tricky to navigate in my other form.
When I was drunk that night, I didn’t really get to appreciate Emelia the way she should truly be appreciated. Now I can, memorizing every detail of her, how her breasts look in my hands, her nipples taut and hard; how her pussy has a perfect texture inside it, rippled and such a close fit; how her eyes close the moment I slip through, and her moan flows like water from her lips as I glide in deep on the first thrust.
“Roscoe!” She clutches my chest, snagging some of my hair there in her fingers. “Oh, god, that’s good.”
I like that she talks to me, telling me what she likes, though I haven’t done much of anything yet.
Yet.
Lifting her up, I push my hips down into the bed, then jerk back up, burying myself in her again. She braces against me, her head tipping down so her hair—that beautiful auburn hair—slips over her shoulder.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, maintaining this slow pace. “You’re fucking magical, Emelia. Something I didn’t know I needed, and now I’m never going to let you out of my sight.”
I must be saying the right words because she squeezes around me and her head falls back. Kicking it up a notch, and controlling her with my hands on her hips, I speed up my pace. I’m still going deep, still keeping my strokes measured and even.When her moans rise in volume, I crank it up even more. I need to make her come at least once before my knot will fit.
“Find it,” I demand of her, fucking my cock into her. “Find where it feels best.”
She nods rapidly as she tilts her hips. I sink in again, and again she tilts, again she rises and falls, again she sucks me inside her and clenches wonderfully all around me.
“There!” she moans. I lift her and then slam my cock into her at exactly the same angle as before. This time, she cries out.
“Good girl,” I tell her, keeping our pace with one hand while I squeeze her nipple with the other. “Use me until you come.”
She takes over guiding us, lifting herself up and then dropping down again, making her own bones rattle with the force of her pleasure. I play servant, going where she needs me to go, taking the pressure off her thighs as I raise and lower her.
“Oh, Roscoe, I’m going to—” She drops again, and I see she’s losing control. I take over, lifting her up faster, slamming my cock into her, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. “Yes, yes, that’s it, that’s?—”
She clamps down, and her mouth falls open in a wordless scream. I fuck her still, my cock barely able to move with how tight she is. And somehow, my knot is starting to fit through.
Once her orgasm has rendered her limp and boneless, I flip us over. Now she’s at my mercy.
I pull Emelia’s thighs apart. But before settling, I put a pillow under her head, and she giggles.
“Thank you.”
I grin and kiss her furiously. Just getting to do this, to taste her mouth, to love her lips is a gift I never expected, never could have dreamed of receiving.
“Now I’m really going to fuck you,” I tell her, our noses just barely touching. “I’m going to test how much that old guy canhear.” I lower my voice, whispering, “And then I’ll put my knot into you, and see how you like that.”
Emelia’s eyes are bright and shining as she says, “Show me. Show me everything.”
CHAPTER
TEN
EMELIA
I’m still spasming from the force of my orgasm when Roscoe kneels between my legs, his cock thick and heavy, his incredible abs rippling as he positions himself. I just want to eat him with how good he looks, that smattering of hair on his chest, the stubble that’s almost advanced to a beard.
Then, he lifts my thigh over his elbow, using his other hand to guide himself inside me. And god, he feels incredible, so fat and swollen with how tight I am from my climax that I moan the moment he pushes through.
