Page 21 of Tentacles and Teeth

“Take it.” There was no hesitation in her jagged voice, only demand. Challenge.

“Mmm,” I growled. “That’s my girl. Turn on the video. You’re going to come for me and I’m damned if I’m not gonna watch.”

“Only if I can see you, too. I want to see if you live up to my memory.”

I chuckled as I propped my phone up on the coffee table. My vanity had me making sure it would get a good angle as I yanked my shirt over my head and leaned back with my legs spread. A negligible effort of will had the camera transmitting my grinning image to her, and I ran my hand down my abs as I spoke. “I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

Her face, when it glowed across the screen, was flushed and sharp with desire. “Fuck, you’re even bigger than I remember.”

I laughed. She was good for the ego.

“I want to try, gods do I ever, but seriously, Fenn. I don’t know if I can take all that.” She licked her lips after she spoke, her eyes trained on my erection as it throbbed with my heartbeat.

“You’ll take it, li’l bit.” My eyelids drooped as I envisioned that pink mouth stretched wide around my shaft, her hair thick in my hands as I fucked her face. “You’ll take every inch of me.”

Her eyes flew to mine, flickering between my steady gaze and angry cock.

“First, I’m gonna lap up all that honey until we’re both sticky with it. Then I’ll fuck you with my fingers. I’ve got big hands, Katarina. Perfect to stretch you with.” I fisted my cock, abs tightening as her eyes followed the slow twists of my hand. “It’s still gonna burn when I push inside you. I’ll try to go slow, baby. Let you adjust. But I won’t stop. Not until you’re screaming around my knot.”

Her neck arched as her hand flew down her body, disappearing between her legs.

“Open,” I barked. “I wanna see you touch yourself. Oh, fuck, gorgeous. Look at you. Godsdamned glistening.”

She’d rolled to her back, upper body propped up on hastily arranged pillows. Heels planted in the softness of the bed, she splayed her legs open wide with no trace of shyness. And, fuck, there was no reason for any. I drooled, devouring her with my eyes.

Her shirt was twisted above her hips, baring the biteable curve of her abdomen. My nostrils flared and my fist sped up as I focused on that sweet spot I longed to touch, taste; deep pink glistening petals surrounded by creamy thighs against the backdrop of her dark tee. Her fingers were slipping and sliding, bumping over her clit in rapid circles.

“Ever been with a werewolf, li’l bit? Has that greedy little cunt swallowed a knot before?” I slicked my palm with the fluid leaking steadily from my tip and twisted it lightly around the hard swell at my base, hissing at the shot of pleasure.

“Yes,” she moaned. “But he was a lot smaller than you.”

“You’re going to look so pretty, stretched around me. Fuck yourself, gorgeous. Let me see it.”

She whined, then groaned as she speared two fingers deep, shuttling them in and out rapidly. With every thrust the heel of her hand thumped against her clit and she jerked, panting.

Delicious wet sounds hit my ears with each stroke, making my cock throb. I growled, my grip tightening.

Her other hand clamped onto a breast, pinching and twisting the nipple through her shirt. Her very familiar shirt.

“That’s it, li’l bit. Naughty girl, wearing my shirt while you get yourself off.”

She turned her face to the side, cheeks flushing as she bit her lip. But her fingers only sped up, her slick dripping down her ass.

“Uh-uh, none of that,” I growled. “Look at me, Katarina.” I waited until those brown eyes lifted to mine, lashes fluttering. “Look how hard I am for you. The thought of you, coated in my scent...fuck, baby.” A hot surge of precum splashed onto my belly as my cock jerked, and I groaned.

She stared, embarrassment forgotten in the flush of her arousal as she matched the speed of her hand to mine.

“Good girl. Three fingers, now. Fuck. Faster. Ah gods, yes.” My breath sawed in and out of my chest, my sweat-soaked muscles clenching as I pumped my fist in time with her flashing fingers. My balls were tight, and I sniffed desperately, searching in vain for the intoxicating scent of her slick.

She fisted my shirt, pulling it up and exposing her supple breasts, quivering with the frantic thrusts of her other hand in her pussy. Shoving the fabric in her mouth, she bit down, muffling her cries.

My cock pulsed, precum flowing freely now, each slide of my palm over the length making a wetshlicksound. I cursed, tightening my grip and bucking up into it. “That’s right, baby. Fucking yourself so good for me.”

She keened, her eyes snapping to mine as she dug her heels in and strained, hips writhing against her pounding fingers. Her eyes roved over me hungrily, and the moan that escaped her was low and guttural.

“So fucking hot,” I ground out. “You’re gonna make me come.” Her hips jerked, and I bared my teeth. “Work your clit, li’l bit. I wanna hear you scream for me.”

Her stare locked on me through the small screen, her cheeks flushed above the bunched fabric of my shirt. Her other hand joined the first, dipping down to gather some of her copious fluids before starting a fast back-and-forth movement across her clit that had her screaming into her improvised gag.

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