Page 87 of One Touch

“Waiting for what?” she probed.

My fingertips dragged over the seam of her already soaking-wet pussy. Her legs trembled, and I pushed them open wider with firm hands.

I spit on her glistening pussy and stuffed her full with two fingers. Her wicked grin widened and turned to shock as I pumped my fingers in and out. When I pulled them out again, she groaned, lamenting the loss of my fingers inside her.

“So wet for me. Aren’t you, Princess?”

“Oh god ...”

I smiled down at her, loving how easily she unraveled—her desire totally in sync with mine.

“Yes!”

Her hips arched upward, seeking, and I knew exactly what she needed.

“Kate.” Her name had a bite to it and rolled off my tongue like an obscenity as I spread her legs and buried myself to the hilt. Without waiting for her to adjust, I moved inside her, needing her as desperate and aching as she made me. Her nails clawed at my back as I drove her into the mattress with my weight.

Her strangled cry was throaty and desperate.

My hand found the base of her neck, my favorite spot to feel her heartbeat hammer against my palm.

“We forgot a condom, Princess.”

She swallowed hard. “I can feel every inch of you. Don’t you dare take this away from me.”

A wolf’s smile spread across my face as I pushed deep into her. As her body moved in rhythm with mine, something shifted.

Changed in my DNA.

I didn’t want to dominate or control her, but rather I was scraping up every last bit of her to savor and keep it safe. To tuck it away so I could pull it out in quiet, lonely moments and be reminded of how someone had finally awakened something deeper inside of me.

I will never be the same after her.

I had meant it when I had said Kate wouldn’t end up with a man like me. She couldn’t. It would go against the very nature of the goodness inside her.

I poured every ounce of myself into making her feel good.

I didn’t stop until I filled her with my cum––didn’t stop until we were both shaking and used up.

Kate melted with exhausted satisfaction, and I bundled her against me, not bothering to remove myself from her warmth.

When her breathing steadied, I gently slipped my cock out. Evidence of just how used up Kate was seeped from her pretty, swollen pussy. I dragged two fingers through it, smearing it around and pushing it back inside so she could walk around remembering what we did.

With care, I cleaned us both up while she cuddled into the bedsheets.

As we settled in to sleep, I watched the cold autumn wind whip against the windows and willed time to stop.

* * *

“Are you ready for this?”I stood behind Kate with my hands braced on her slim shoulders.

Excitement danced off her, and my own excitement simmered beneath my skin. The back door of the farmhouse had been stained a beautiful rich color, aptly named Early American. The matte-black door handle and kickplate added a modern touch that contrasted with the fresh white paint of the exterior.

Kate turned her head and grinned at me. “I’m ready.”

We stepped toward the farmhouse, and I ran my hand up her neck to give a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“Is this a Dutch door?”

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