Page 30 of Werewolf Heart

“Rob, please, please—” She sobs between hiccups. “Oh, God. I can feel your tongue t-touching me— It feels so good, it feels so fucking good, don’t stop, please don’t stop, yes, yes, fuck, please keep tasting me! Ah, ah, oh God, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna c-come. I love your tongue so much. Your mouth. You. I love you so much. Please, please, please, keep going, I’m right there, just right there, I love you, I love you, I love you so much, it feels so good, Rob!”

She tries to close her legs but Robert grips her left thigh down. He watches as she squirms under him, with the vibrator still buzzing inside her. Sara seems to come over and over again, her eyes rolled back. Lovely hands gripping the wrist wrapped around the dildo. Her hips hitch— once, twice, then she flops back down. Her chest heaves. Sweat glisters her skin and drips down her face. Lips puffy from biting down.

Sara is a beautiful mess.

“Had a lovely orgasm, didn’t you, love?”

He turns off the vibrator, takes it out carefully. His cock jumps out as he watches the string of fluids leaving her pretty cunt. A few strands clinging to the vibrator itself. Robert can’t help himself, he licks along the length. Moans at the taste surrounding the slick rubber.

“Rob,” Sara moans from way down low. “You’re so hot.”

He laughs, places the vibrator beside her, then comes down to kiss her lips again. She lets him in, greedily. Wraps her hands around his neck, pulls him down as their tongues touch each other. She moans as he deepens the kiss; Robert knows she can taste herself. Spit starts to build up in their mouths, down their chins. He touches himself over his trousers. Imagines fucking into her with the vibrator over her clit.

Robert moans. Sara pulls back.

“You really wanna come, uh, baby?” She says, cheekily.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Here you go.” And she throws a pack of condoms from under the pillow.

He smirks at how well-planned his girl is.

Robert pulls his trousers down, lets his cock free from his boxers, and grips it tight as he puts on the condom. He’s so close to coming.

“Uh, that’s weird,” Sara says.

Robert frowns. “What? Does the condom look like it will fall off?”

“No, Rob. Your eyes. I think— Holy shit, yeah, they’re glowing!”

“What!?”

She takes her phone from the bedside table and shows him the dark reflection. Fuck. Robert can see it, alright. His dark eyes have a sharp yellow tinge to them, it’s so bright the phone screen almost works like a real mirror and bounces off the light.

“Okay,” he says, slowly. “That’s kind of creepy.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs. “It’s kind of hot, too.”

He sighs. “Sara, you don’t have to make me feel better.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you the one looking at the hot piece of werewolf ass with its strong biceps and sexy six-pack and pretty face who also happens to have glowing yellow eyes? Yeah, didn’t think so.” She gets on her knees and turns around, ass up, face down. “Now get back to work, Mister Sexy Werewolf Boyfriend.”

Robert chuckles to himself, shakes his head.

Well, if Sara says it’s okay…

“That’s a mouthful. You gonna keep calling me that whenever we have fun?”

“You mean whenever you fuck my brains out? Sure. Why not! Now, come on, Rob! I got all nice and prepped for you, the least you could do is—”

He shuts her up when he grips her waist and pulls her back straight into his cock. Sara gasps as if she just got the wind knocked out of her. He’s a bit out of breath himself. Even with the vibrator her walls grip him tightly, her heat and wetness closing in on him; he has to think about his old grandma so he doesn’t come on the spot.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Sara lets out, whines, really. She turns around, and looks almost angry. “You’ve been holding out on me this whole time?”

“Sara—”

“Your fucking cock— Jesus! It feels so fucking good. Fuck me. I— I think I can hear your heart beating from your cock? How the fuck does that happen? Holy shit, you’re getting me dick drunk on the spot, what the fuck?”

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