Page 23 of Wolfish Hunger
Well, if my gorgeous girl wants to give me a blowjob in the kitchen, who am I to stop her.
I grip the counter, my knuckles turning white as her mouth slides slowly up and down my length. The soft skin of her hands feels slightly cool against my heat, the pressure building hot and fast. It's so intense it's almost painful, as my body curls forward, one hand caressing in the back of her hair.
Even though I'm letting her set the pace, thrusting my long cock in and out of her perfect pink lips sends another shudder spiraling through me. Sammie shifts position slightly.
"Does this hurt your knees, sweetheart? Or is your hot little pussy getting wet and excited? Does it wish I was pumping there instead of in your soft, sweet mouth?"
Sammie actually moans, stroking faster with her hands as her head bobs steadily up and down. It feels like my excitement is sparking hers, as she quickens her pace.
My knees nearly buckle as I feel the pressure building. "You need to tell me right now, beautiful. Am I coming into your mouth? Your hand? On the floor? I don't care where, just give me a target – fast."
“Mmm.” Her eyes dance as she blinks up at me. Then, at the top of an upstroke, she murmurs something that sounds like "mouth." She grins at my dark groan.
"Of course my perfect girl is hungry for me. Okay, get ready to swallow, baby."
Sammie looks so eager. So proud of herself. She's thrilled to be thrilling me, which is exciting enough. But thinking that my shy girl demanded to blow me sends me pitching forward, grabbing onto the back of her head for dear life.
Internally, I’m roaring like a lion. Outwardly, I make a couple of choked, garbled noises as I help her thrust my hard, pulsing cock between her lips for three more fast strokes before I freeze, coming so hard I see stars.
When my vision clears, Sammie is still swallowing, then licking her lips as she sits back on her heels. "Wow," she grins, lighting up her eyes. "That was kind of fascinating. And oddly delicious."
She looks completely relaxed, meanwhile a fire is building inside me.
As soon as I can catch my breath, I'm going to show this beautiful girl what happens when she gets me this riled up.
14
SAMMIE
Something deep inside me is changing. Before I met Kane, I wanted to be left alone, for the most part. Just mind my own business within my quiet little world.
He's transformed me. Suddenly I have a wild appetite for every part of life. These deep cravings for him, and the way he touches me. Even though it's very early in our relationship, I already know in my heart that we're going to be insatiable.
I grin as Kane helps me up and clutches me against him, kissing along the side of my throat, his hand reaching up to caress my breast almost roughly. I’m surprised at how much I love it when he manhandles me.
He pulls back to stare into my eyes. "I'm an asshole."
"Excuse me?"
His deep eyes blaze. "I haven't told you something unbelievably important. It's been rolling around in my brain for more than forty-eight hours but I haven't spit it out yet."
Kane falls to one knee, clasping my hands. "Sammie, I adore you. I lust you, and I want to spend my entire life making you happy. Because I love you."
A beautiful peace washes through me. This is so lovely and right that it feels natural. "I love you, too."
He grins, the light in his eyes turning from heartfelt sincerity back to naked lust. "I hope you don't think I'm saying that because that was the hottest blowjob in the history of the Universe."
I'm laughing, but manage to sputter, "And that was just my first try. Imagine once I’ve had some prac—" My train of thought is completely derailed when Kane rips off the sweatpants I borrowed from him. He growls when he sees I'm not wearing panties, then swings me up into his arms while walking into the next room.
He lays me out across the dining room table, then pulls up a chair. With my legs over his shoulders, Kane leans in, licking a wet strip up my bare pussy. Part of me wants to laugh, thinking about our holiday dinners at this table for years to come.
But mostly, I'm melting into the thick plank of oak, hungry for this man, and so in love with him.
"Delicious," he growls, before thrusting his tongue inside me as deep as he can reach. It's so intimate, making me feel like my body is now completely his.
I love feeling like I belong to him. But he also belongs to me. It’s wild: this level of comfort should take years to develop, yet here we are after just a few days, already knowing we are forever.
Squirming, I grip the edge of the table with one hand, trying to stop from shaking. Kane's big palm lands on my lower belly, pressing slightly to hold me still. Two thick fingers slide inside me as his lips and tongue buzz and flutter across my clit.
