Page 62 of Reckless Wolf

The pitch of her cries increased, bouncing off the walls, and another wave of hotness spilled from inside her, dripping over my hands and chin. I licked up every last drip of her, savoring the quivering jumps of her sensitive clit. Now she fought me, unable to keep apart anymore.

“Please!” she begged me. “Please don’t do what you did last time.”

I lifted my head and looked at her, a pang of remorse coursing through me as I remembered how we had left our last encounter.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I promised her, sitting back and spreading her legs further apart, exposing her entirely. Licking my lips, I looked at her nakedness with wonder. I’d never seen such a display of beauty.

“Let me help you,” she breathed, sitting up to pull me from the constraint of my pants.

Her fingers shook as she fumbled at the buttons, and I assisted her, capturing her hand around the length of my cock. Her eyes grew into saucers, the size of me stunning her.

“Oh, my gods,” she gasped. “You’re huge!”

My hands automatically cupped her succulent breasts, squeezing at her taut nipples as she stroked my cock, eyes lighting up.

She fell back onto her elbows, tongue lolling out. I wanted to jam myself directly into her mouth, those big doe eyes drawing me closer. But the lure of her tight, waiting pussy was more enticing.

“It’s all yours,” I replied, spreading her wide.

A fusion of concern and excitement colored her face, and she pushed her knees as far as they would go, extending her arms toward me to draw me onto her.

“I want it,” she breathed. “Now.”

Chapter25

Bianca

Iwasn’t ready for him, despite the slickness between my legs and the pounding of my heart.

I thought I was, with the way I’d manipulated his cock in my hand, toying with it, closing both hands around the hugeness, squeezing the pumping erection.

Oh, but I wasn’t. Not at all.

He was massive, his cock closing into me in a way that filled my mind, body, and soul. I couldn’t breathe, and yet somehow, I managed to scream.

It reverberated through the whole living room, and he held a hand over my mouth.

“Shh!” he murmured, not slowing his thrusts. “You’ll wake your sister.”

Pleasure and pain ricocheted through me, the passion he had been storing for me evident as he jerked into me, hand tightening around my buttocks, driving me closer and harder toward him. I gasped, his hand still firmly over my mouth, only enhancing my desire.

“So tight,” he growled, lost in his own desire. “You feel just like I imagined you would, Bianca.”

I tried to arch up into him, but I was powerless under his bucking madness. Each thrust harder than the last, my legs tingled as he pressed me deeper into the cushions.

The buildup carried away my insides, floating me toward the arched roof of the living room, where I looked down on us, Atlas’ perfectly sculpted ass rocking into me as my fingers dug into his waist, clinging to him for dear life.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, yet another orgasm building inside me. This was what I had wanted, too, dreamt about, prayed for. He lowered his mouth to mine, capturing my cries of pleasure with his hot breath.

Slowly, he released my lips, his fingers finding the tresses of my hair, twining there to pull. I yelped softly, but it was all so good, driving me higher, my breasts bouncing until he caught one with his mouth.

Teeth gnashed softly into my nipple, and I was done. A hot climax covered his too-large dick, and he chuckled.

“Good girl,” he panted, but he was fighting his own release.

He tensed inside of me, growing harder, thicker, stealing my breath more.

“Come for me,” I mewled. “Come in me.”

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