Page 62 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

Hehowls.

I can’t restrain myself. As full as my mouth is, my pussy is empty, and I need... I needsomething. I shove my hand down my pants and stuff two fingers, then three, inside myself.

It’s not enough. It’s nowhere near enough. I would fuck myself onanythingright now, I’m so aroused.

“You need more,” he breathes, watching me squirm on my hand. “That’s not enough for you.”

I fucking love that he knows that. Who in my life has ever known me that well? Who’s ever taken the time, while his dick was in my fucking mouth, to think about what I might want or need?

How could I have ever imagined that Brandon wasn’t right for me?

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks me. “You don’t need to answer. Don’t—oh, fuck, don’t stop what you’re doing. But is that what you want?”

I nod frantically.

“You don’t want me to come in your mouth? Because I would still take care of you, you know,” he pants.

Idowant him to come in my mouth, actually. I want it badly. But it can wait. Because we’ve passed the point where I feel like every time we’re together might be the only time.

We’re going to do this again. We’re going to do this a lot. I’m going to have him every way I want him.

And today I want to be fucked.

“Here’s what I want,” he says. “I don’t want to see your mouth empty. You look too good being stuffed from both ends like that. So I want you to get on your hands and knees, and I want those fingers in your mouth. I want you to taste yourself. Can you do that for me?”

Anything. I’d do anything for you.

It’s actually difficult for me to let go of his cock, even though I know I’m getting it back in just a moment, and it’s going to feelsogood. I press my face against the bowl of his hips and breathe in the scent of him, once, deeply, trying to fill my lungs with him. Then I force myself to let him go.

“Hands and knees,” Brandon reminds me.

I nod, but I drag my fingers against my clit as I’m pulling them out of my pants. I can’t help it. I’m hot and aching and the friction feels so fucking good that I’m tempted to linger there.

“Quickly,” he says. “Fingers in your mouth. Now.”

I gasp at the intensity of the command and turn over, presenting myself to him, I shove my hand in my mouth. It’s sweet and sexual, and my eyes roll back in my head.

Brandon yanks my shorts down, and I feel the air on my bare body.

He finds me with his hand first, fingers rubbing me and then thrusting into me. They’re so much thicker than mine that it’s already better than what I was giving myself... but it isn’t what I wanted.

I pull my hand free of my mouth. “You promised—”

Brandon immediately withdraws his fingers. “Back in your mouth or you get nothing,” he says. “You heard what I said. I want to watch you take it. From both ends.”

I whine—he’s making me wait, and I haven’t made him wait at all, and that’s not nice—but I do as I’m told. I really get into it, pumping my fingers in and out of my mouth, moaning around them, rocking back and forth like there’s already something inside me and I’m riding it.

He stares down at me. “Holy fuck,” he groans, and when I glance over my shoulder, I see that he’s stroking his cock in time to my rocking. “I could come just watching you.”

I whine my dissatisfaction with that idea, careful to keep my fingers in my mouth.

“I know,” he chuckles. “I promised. Don’t worry. You’re gonna get it, baby.”

He lines up behind me and rolls his hips gently, dragging his cock against me so I can feel it where I’m most sensitive—but he’s not inside me yet.

I angle my body this way and that, trying to find him and pull him into me—

Brandon lets out a noise that’s halfway between a groan and a laugh. “Yeahhhh,” he says. “My woman wants me so fucking bad. Don’t you, baby? I feel how wet you are. You really need it. You’re wild for it.”

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