Page 31 of Werewolf Heart

Robert moves just the tiniest bit, pulls back, pushes forward— and Sara whines louder.

“Sara, love,” he moans. “If you don’t quiet down, the neighbours will hear us.”

“Fuck ‘em,” she whines once more, gripping his pillow tight in her arms. “I have to listen to them fighting about the rubbish bins but I can’t shout how good my boyfriend’s cock is? Fuck. Yeah, right there. Do that hip roll right— Yes, yes, yes. Fuck, baby. You’re amazing. Your cock’s amazing.”

“Shush, I know. My cock is a gift sent from the Gods.” And he thrust just the tiniest bit harder, watches as Sara’s mouth open and doesn’t close. As if she’s stuck in a lust filled limbo and won’t come down. “But you have to be a bit quieter. Okay, baby?”

“With what?” She whimpers.

“You want my fingers?” He places his hand near her lips, traces the outside and sees her tongue coming out to lick them. “’Course you do. There you go. That’s it, baby. Wrap your lovely mouth around my fingers. Let me see how much spit it drips out of you.”

Sara moans in that sweet voice of hers. Robert drags two of his fingers over her tongue then deeper into her mouth, she practically whines as she gags around them. He thrusts faster, and slides his other hand over her clit. He moves his fingers at the rhythm of his thrusts. His girl sucks on his fingers with delight. Spit drips from the corner of her mouth while her thighs tremble non-stop.

“Touch yourself, love,” he says, voice husky and low. “Touch your clit like I was. I wanna see you lose it, I want to feel you come around my cock, your pussy so wet and tight, I want to watch you moan with my fingers in your mouth and my cock inside you. Can you do that for me, Sara? Ah, there you go. Just like that. It feels nice, doesn’t it? Of course it does. That’s it, love. Make yourself come on my cock.”

He thrusts faster and faster, Sara’s hand moves rapidly by the second. Robert slaps her ass just as he thrusts forward. She whines again, more spit building up under her chin. He does it again. And again. And again.

Robert reaches down and bites her shoulder, hard. Sara gags on his fingers, clenches her walls, and shivers all over.

He stops moving. Watches as her upper body slouches on the bed, hands to the side and trembling, eyes drowsy.

Robert takes out his fingers. They slide off with a long shiny trace of spit. She whines as he takes them off, even reaches forward to get them back in her mouth, but Robert is faster. He kisses her lips in apology. Sweet and slow. He caresses the sore ass cheek, shushing her as she whines.

He moves his hips to get his cock out, but Sara stops him. She clenches harder on him, keeps her thighs around his legs.

“No,” she whispers. “Don’t pull out. Keep going.”

“You just came, love.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t.” She pecks him on the cheek, which makes him flush hard. “I want you to come inside me.”

He almost does, right there and then.

“You’re so overwhelmed right now, Sara. You sure you want it?”

“I like it,” she says, nibbles her lower lip. “I like it when it’s too much. When it hurts just the tiniest bit. It feels like I’m floating, baby. And you’re right there to catch me when I fall.”

He nuzzles the side of her head, kisses her hair again and again.

Fuck, I love you so much.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says. “You’ll tell me when it gets too much, alright? I don’t care if I’m almost done, you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you too much, okay? Promise me, Sara.”

She tilts her head as if a bit confused, then nods.

“I promise.”

He kisses her lips again, shorter than last time but not any less sweet.

“Of course you will. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Rob,” she moans.

“Good girls tell their boyfriends when they’re having a rough time or when things are just too much for them. Since you’re my good girl, you’ll do just that. Won’t you, love?”

She hides her face in the pillow.

“I promise,” she says. “I promise I’ll be good, Rob.”

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