Page 35 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

Brandon accepts my terms. He opens his mouth to me, his hot breath warming my pussy, his tongue pressing against and circling my clit. He seals his lips around me and sucks hard, and a shudder passes through my whole body.

I won’t make him wait any longer.

Leaning forward is amazing. It increases the pressure and brings him to a new angle against my clit. I gasp and saw my hips back and forth for a few seconds, chasing the orgasm I know is waiting in the wings…

But I can’t get carried away. That cock is there, reaching for me hungrily. I take it in my hand and stroke him slowly, then lower my face and take him into my mouth.

He groans as I sink down on him, the sound muffled against my pussy. It causes a vibration that takes me a little bit higher, and I hum back in response as his cock hits the back of my throat. I feel him throbbing in my mouth. It’s so hot.

We stay like that for a long time. He fucks up into my face. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock and open my throat to take him as deep as I possibly can. I’m good at this, I know. Every man I’ve ever been with has told me how good I am. I can make most of them come in minutes.

But I’m taking my time with Brandon. I don’t want it to be finished, the way I have with other men. I want this to last as long as possible. So when I hear his breathing start to accelerate, I slow my pace and still my tongue. I sink down on him and hold him deep in my mouth without moving, just suckling at him slowly.

He makes a sound I can’t even describe, grabs my hips, and holds them still. I try to grind against his mouth, but I can’t do it. He’s too strong, and he isn’t letting me.

We’ve reached a stalemate—both of us just lying here with our mouths on one another, hot and sucking but notmoving.I feel like I’m going to pass out, my need is so great. I’m dancing on the edge of orgasm, and if he would justlet me, I could come—

I’m dizzy with the contradictions.

I want to come. Ineedto come. But I’m not ready forhimto come, because I don’t want this to end.

And I can’t tell him, because my mouth is stuffed full of his cock.

I lick a slow circle around the base—I know that’s not where he really needs me, but it’s a concession to the fact that we both need more than we’re getting.

He responds by easing a finger inside me.

I lick a second circle, and a second finger joins the first.

I understand now. He’ll give me what I need. I just have to earn it. I wonder if I can still manage to come before I get him off, or if he’s going to make me finish him off before I get my turn.

It feels like a challenge, and it’s one I’m eager to accept.

I slide my mouth up the shaft of his cock, not all the way to the head, but enough to let him know that I’m back in business. He responds by crooking his fingers and gently stroking my insides in a way that makes me shiver.

I slide all the way up to the head of his cock and move my lips back and forth along the ridge there, where I know he’s most sensitive. With a groan of pleasure, he resolves licking my clit, but he still doesn’t release his hold on my hips. He’s only got one hand on me now—the other is working away inside me—and by rights I should be able to overpower him and break free of his grip. But he’s justso strong. I can’t do it. I’m pushing and pulling against him, trying to gain any leverage I can, but there’s just nothing. He’s in complete control of me.

I graze the head of his cock with my teeth, so, so lightly.

The sound he makes is halfway between a moan and a scream. His arm releases me, and I can hear his hand scrambling on the ground for purchase. His fingers pump in and out of me desperately, and he sucks hard at my clit—shit, fuck, it’s happening, I’m coming—

I bob up and down on his cock, moaning cries escaping me as I flood his mouth, and then suddenly I’m on my back staring up at the sky and Brandon isshovingmy legs apart and pushing his cock into me, fucking me hard and furiously.

I reach up and grab his biceps to hold myself still. I wrap my ankles around his thighs.

He lets out a roar of satisfaction, pumps three times, and comes inside me.

When it’s over, he collapses on top of me, gasping for breath. I wrap my arms and legs all the way around him, wanting to keep him close for as long as possible. I always hate the moment when our bodies become separated again.

As we lie there recovering, the sounds of the woods start to sink back in. Birds are chirping. I hear small prey animals—rabbits and squirrels—moving around in the brush. And here we are, two beasts of the forest, lying together like animals.

I love it.

Brandon props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me.

“Well,” he says, his voice soft. “That was really something.”

I nod. “It was.”

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