Page 7 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

Yes, I probably still would have. There were so many reasons I left, and I don’t regret the choice I made.

But,fuck, I’ve missed good sex. We’re not even doing it yet and I’m feeling wild and fulfilled in a way I haven’t in years.

He kisses me. The coarse hair of his beard tickles my chin—I’ve never been with a guy who had a beard, I realize. There’s something deeply masculine and sexy about it, and I find myself wondering what it would feel like to have that beard between my legs, where my skin is more sensitive, where there are more nerve endings.

I wonder if he’d let me find out.

Suddenly wild to try, I push him off me and roll onto my knees. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor behind me. I unhook my bra, shrug it off, and take my breasts in my hands.

He stares up at me. “Fuck, you’re hot. Keep going.”

I have no intention of stopping. I unsnap my jeans and push them over my hips. It’s a bit of a struggle to get out of them, but I’m eager enough not to care what I look like right now.

“Damn,” he says. “I didn’t even have to tell you to get undressed. Didn’t know you were that kind of woman.”

“You don’t have any idea what kind of woman I am. We don’t know each other anymore.” We’re not bonded because of what happened all those years ago, and yet he’s giving me this proprietary look, as if he thinks there’s something between us.

I straddle his hips for a moment, just to feel the press of his cock through the denim of his jeans. I’m aching to have him inside me, but I want something else first.

He’s thinking right along the same lines. “Get up here,” he says, and wraps his big hands around my hips, yanking me up his body until my thighs are right up against his armpits. He threads his arms beneath my legs, lifts me up and forward, and holds me there, hovering above the heat of his mouth.

I feel his hot breath against my pussy and try to grind down, to force contact, but he isn’t letting me move. I let out a needy little whine.

He chuckles. “You need to learn how to behave.”

God. I can feel it when hetalks.It’s so hot.

He tightens his hands on my hips and pulls me down onto his face, his tongue moving against my clit. I sob in relief and rotate in a slow circle, feeling him absolutely everywhere. My determination to fuck is momentarily forgotten. I want to ride his face until I come.

His beard is rough against me, and I know it would be too much if I stayed here for long—it would irritate my skin. So I make the most of the moment. I grab the headboard of his bed to tilt myself forward and spread my legs as wide as I can, getting low on him.

I hear a moan beneath me.Fuck. His tongue is pressing into me, licking me from the inside, just absolutely taking me apart.

I don’t know how I’m going to stop, but he lifts me off of him and drops me face down on the bed. He crawls on top of me, between my legs, and I feel his cock pressing against me, seeking entrance.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he breathes.

Like I’m going to argue with that. I nod frantically to make sure he gets the message.

He grabs my hands, threading his fingers through mine to grip them and hold me down, and then he thrusts into me.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never been fucked this way. The human men I’ve been with have all liked missionary sex, apart from one boyfriend in my early thirties who wanted me to get on top every single time to the point where it was boring. I’ve wondered about other positions, of course, but I’ve never known how to ask for that.

Brandon isn’t making me ask.

And fuck, the angle is exquisite. I can feel every inch of his cock. I feel twisted so tightly around him that I’m not sure how we’re ever going to separate, and I don’t think I ever want to.

He slides in slowly and rests there for a moment, lying across my back, his hands still gripping mine so that we’re fully joined. He presses his lips against the curve of my neck.

I turn my head to the side so that my face isn’t buried in the mattress, and I can see him looming over my shoulder.

I couldn’t get up if I wanted to.

I absolutely do not want to. But the way he’s got me pinned down, completely at his mercy…it’s so fucking hot. It’s soalpha.

Human men don’t fuck like this, and I’veneededit.

“You good?” he murmurs in my ear.

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