Page 37 of Tentacles and Teeth

That first time I’d tasted him, Friday night, I’d thought I was hallucinating from too many orgasms—or allergic—when my mouth started tingling, but no. He’d informed me through gritted teeth that his precum was both a relaxant and a stimulant, sensitizing the nerves and relaxing the muscles. A werewolf adaptation to ensure that their partners could accept them and not try to get away when trapped by the knot.

Fascinating, but all I really cared about was that it meant I came two times with his cock in my throat before Sid even started touching me.

I flicked the tip of my tongue against his slit, trying to tease out more of that magic fluid, and he snarled. When I only hummed and pressed a kiss to the tip, his fingers tightened threateningly against my scalp.

“Katarina…” His voice was more wolf than man, and I knew if I looked up pale yellow eyes would glow back at me.

Almost there.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward, turning at the last moment to run my cheek down his hot shaft, lips curling at his frustrated curse.

He pulled my head back, the pain sending a dark shiver down my spine, and snarled until I lifted my eyes to his.

I held his gaze, but refused to open my mouth even as he pressed the head of his cock insistently against it. He painted my lips with his precum, every touch making them ache.

“Let. Me. In.” Fenn bared sharp teeth and brought his hands around to either side of my head, fingers buried in my hair and thumbs pressing into my cheeks.

I clenched my thighs together as my pussy throbbed, opening my mouth just wide enough for the head of his cock. The feel of him, soft, silky flesh giving only slightly beneath my tongue as his hardness pressed in, demanding entry, made me moan deep in my throat.

“More,” he hissed.

I sucked hard, satisfaction burning through me at his shout, then fought against his hold to pull my mouth away with a cheeky “pop”. I grinned up at him, feeling wetness soaking through my panties as his grip on my head turned forceful.

“Oh, you want to play, baby?” His grin was feral and wild as he flexed his fingers.

I held his pale stare as I licked slowly across my upper lip, challenge written on my face.

“Then let’s fuckin’ play,” he snarled, and pressed my jaw open as he thrust forward.

His cock filled my mouth, slamming deep. I choked, and he pulled back for a split second before driving in once again.

“That’s it, that’s my fucking girl,” he muttered, holding my head still as he pumped.

I relaxed my jaw, licking the throbbing underside of his cock as my head started to buzz, shuddering ripples of pleasure rolling through me as if he was fucking my cunt instead of my mouth.

He thrust deep and stayed there, pushing against the opening of my throat. When I gagged he pulled back an inch, cursing and bucking forward again as I swallowed around him. He pulled me tight, cutting off my air as he forced himself into my throat.

My pussy spasmed, flooding, my scream muffled by the monster cock choking me and making me come without a single touch below the neck.

“Gods, yeah, come with my cock in your mouth,” Fenn growled, pulling out long enough to let me drag in one shuddering breath before pushing back, deeper, his knot kissing against my lips. “Make that juicy li’l cunt sloppy wet for me. Gonna rut you on Sid’s desk.”

He fucked my face, grunting with each thrust as I desperately held onto his thighs, hips working in a matching rhythm as the ecstasy rose again.

I distractedly recognized the sound of a door slamming shut, then Sid was behind me, her thighs bracketing mine. Her breath was a hot gust against my neck a second before her teeth sank bruisingly deep, and when I arched she filled both hands with my breasts, squeezing and holding me still.

I writhed, the seething tension in my body ratcheting impossibly higher as Fenn continued to shuttle in and out of my drooling, aching mouth.

“How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate on anything with you in here like this?” she snarled, grinding her mound against my ass and twisting my nipples through the thin linen of my dress. “The whole fucking bar smells like this sweet pussy.” Sid snatched up the fabric pooled around my hips, making me jerk as she tore away my soaked panties and slammed two fingers deep. She didn’t thrust, just ground the heel of her hand against my clit and pulsed her fingers, rubbing them in small, firm strokes.

The orgasm ambushed me, and I screamed around Fenn’s cock. My pussy tingled, muscles clenching and vibrating with tension, then it broke and I squirted, flooding my thighs and for sure making a puddle on Sid’s office floor.

She cursed into my neck, moving her fingers faster, harder, and the waves of pleasure just kept coming.

“Dirty girl, you made a mess,” Fenn gasped between heavy, pounding thrusts into my lax mouth. “Shit, li’l bit, you’re gonna make me come.” His strokes gained a frantic, driving edge, fully inflated knot knocking against my lips with each push.

I raised my hands, wrapping them both around the swollen base of his cock and squeezing as I swallowed with as much coordination and speed as I could manage.

“FUCK!” His shout was matched with three hammering thrusts, then that beautiful cock was pulsing against my tongue, knot rock hard and huge as he spilled down my throat.

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