Page 28 of Werewolf Heart

“You know that day when I really needed to take a shower?" She whispers, almost shy. "When I asked you why you were so weird after we came back from the cabin? I actually didn’t need to. No. I just got all flushed when you said, and I quote, don’t make me beg. You do that, you know? You say one innocent thing but it comes off so… teasing. My brain can’t help but go there. I actually went to the bathroom to masturbate, then washed myself off. I pictured what your cock looked like.”

“R-Really?”

Robert is a bit self-conscious about how it looks. His past girlfriends didn’t exactly part nice comments about his genitalia. But Sara’s pupils are blown wide as she gazes at his cock. He can smell her sharp arousal going down her thigh.

“Oh, yeah. I got really turned on by the thought. I’d imagine if it was big or small, more curved to one side, if the carpet matched the drapes… and you know what? The real thing is just right.”

Sara licks the big vein on the right, long and sensual. Like the tease she is. She wraps her full lips over his head, sucks sweetly as one of her hands grips his length.

“Fuck,” he moans. The cushion stood no chance in this fight. “Sara, fuck. It’s like you want to swallow me whole.”

She arches an eyebrow up at him. Swallows more of him and grips him tighter. The living room fills up with the sounds of Robert’s deep moans and Sara’s sucking. He spots traces of spit going down his shaft, and the smell of her arousal increases tenfold.

God, she’s so turned on, he thinks, hazy. She’s getting off at sucking my cock—fucking swallowing the whole thing whole. It’s not even that big but she’s struggling. Look at all that spit. Fuck. Her lips. I don’t ever want to forget what she looks like with her mouth around my cock.

“That’s right, love,” he whispers, tries out the endearment. From how she whimpers around him, Robert believes she likes it very much. “You’re doing so well. I know you’re trying so hard to make me feel good. You’re amazing. Fucking hell. Next time I fuck you, I’ll keep three of my fingers in your mouth just to watch it get filled up. I wanna fuck you as I fuck your mouth. Uh, you’d like that, love? You whimpered just now. Are you imagining it, Sara? You know, I can smell you down there. You’re so wet you’re overflowing, aren’t you? Fuck me. You smell just as good as you taste. It fucking killed me to walk around as if I didn’t notice it. But I did. I fucking did, Sara. There were so many times I wanted to put you over my shoulder and eat you out in my bed. Or when you were in here, right on this sofa, with the tiniest of shorts— God, I wanted to put my head around your legs so bad— Fuck. That’s it. Right there, love. Suck me just like that. And look at me. That’s it. I wanna see your pretty eyes as I come. Yeah, fuck. Just like that. You’re so good, Sara. So fucking good and sweet and tasty and I can’t wait to have you for dinner again— FUCK. That’s it, that’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl. I’m gonna come. Okay, love? Think you can take it? That’s it, that’s it— Sara, Sara, Sara, fucking hell!”

Robert has his release with Sara’s brown bambi eyes looking up at him, puffy lips wrapped around his cock, spit and trails of cum going down her chin. He comes and comes. And she swallows it all.

“Good girl,” he whispers, trembling, shivering. “Such a good girl for me, Sara.”

She slowly lets go of his cock. Spit and cum spill further from her mouth, but she licks it off, swallows once more, then smiles up and wide at Robert.

“Looks like I had a good meal, too.”

“I love you,” he says, pulls her head up and kisses her. He tastes himself on her tongue—strong and warm and the tiniest bit salty—and they both moan as their taste intermingles together. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, idiot,” she says, pecks his cheek. “Have you been eating pineapple? Because your cum tastes super good, actually.”

He’s a bit caught off guard, but he thinks, and nods. “Since I’ve been craving more meat I’ve added more fruits and veggies to my diet to balance it out.”

“Don’t stop,” she says, rather matter of fact. “You have no idea how much that helps when you’re gurgling down a cock. I actually liked swallowing you down. It felt— Since it wasn’t too bitter I didn’t drift off like usual. I really was here, sucking you off, tasting you, and I enjoyed it. I was a bit dizzy, too. It felt like my head was up in the clouds. But maybe that was just because it was you I was sucking off and not some other guy.”

That has to be both the dirtiest and sweetest thing someone has ever said to me.

“I’ll keep eating my pineapples then,” he says, kisses her forehead. “And if I can be honest… It felt like that for me, too. I’m not usually so… You know.”

“Vocal and bossy?”

“Present and captivated.”

“Ugh,” she groans. “Why do you have to be so perfect all the time? You do know you’re destroying all other men for me.”

Robert shrugs. “Just being myself.”

“Of course you are. God, I love you.”

He places his chin above her head, kisses her curls and breathes in her scent.

“Love you, too.”

They didn’t do much after that. Took a shower, had some fun while washing off, put on new clothes, ordered Chinese and ate it on the now tattered sofa. They cuddled while Sara dozed off with her head over his chest. Robert was so happy he thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

Being him, however, still unsure of where they stood, Robert went to bed without telling her. At about 1:00 a.m. he was promptly awaken by a huge weight colliding with his chest.

“Jesus Christ!” He shouted.

“Nope, just me,” she answered.

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