Page 61 of Rogue Wolf

He pushed the denim down, and she wriggled, letting it fall to her ankles. Then she stepped out of the clothes, lips dancing with his as their hands explored each other’s bodies.

He skated fingers up her back, under her ribs, and plucked at her other nipple, and stroked the heaviness of her breasts. Her nipples ached for more almost as much as her pussy.

She ground her hips into him, and his hard cock pushed against her abdomen. He broke their kiss to gently push her shoulder back, then let his hand slip down to cup her breast once more, digging fingers into her softness until she gasped. He teased her nipple again with nimble fingers, rolling it with just the right pressure somewhere between pleasure and pain. Moans escaped from her mouth as she felt herself losing control. She wanted him to thrust into her, take her manic, hard, and fast.

He chuckled. “Steady.”

Holding her tight, he trailed kisses down her cheek and over her collarbone, leaving invisible tracks of heat that fueled the flame between them. She held on to his waist, tilting her torso back and pushing her breasts forward. He obediently moved down her chest.

He kissed her hard nipple. Then he took her whole breast in his mouth and moved away slowly, letting his teeth graze gently over her erect nipple, tight with pleasure. A yelp escaped her lips as pleasure shot through her.

He did the same to the other breast, and she ground her hips against him even harder as another wave of delight roared through her.

She leaned forward. Their lips met again with a frantic passion that longed for release. She wanted him inside of her, now. If he wasn’t going to do that yet, she’d make her intentions clearer.

She needed him now. It was a savage thing, this need and they were rougher, wilder, more primal with each other and she loved it all. But she needed his cock, now.

Her hand slid over the damp skin of his hips. Gripping his already-hard cock again, she massaged her fingers up and down his shaft, slow and hard. He was more than ready to claim her.

His hands traced the hem of her panties before slipping under the material to clutch her buttocks. This time, when he pulled upwards her wet pussy trembled in a spasmiing, light orgasm. He pushed the material away, sending it sliding down her legs so she could kick them off.

She lifted a leg over his hip, but he quickly pushed it down.

“What?” She moved to protest, to give him another heated lecture. But when his hand moved over her mound and his fingers cut through her moisture, all she could do was groan with pleasure and rock her hips to heighten the sensation. She stayed balanced, her hands on his hips as he made her even wetter.

Then he kneeled to press his mouth into her pussy. Her hands moved to his head to keep her balance. She draped her leg over his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to bring her to full orgasm.

Her noises increased uncontrollably as his mouth moved through her moisture. His tongue circled the top of her slit, playing and teasing her clit until the tension there burst, her muscles contracting wildly as she reached her peak.

She gasped as the last of the orgasm moved through her, and then he stood back up.

“I’m not finished with you yet.”

“I should hope not.” Her breaths still came quick and shallow.

He chuckled and pulled her into the shower. With water streaming over them, they embraced, kissing. Straight away, her body responded to his touch, her need to feel him inside of her stronger despite the release.

He turned her away from him and pushed her up against the cold tiles to nibble at the base of her neck.

“You ready for more?”

“Yes, fuck yes.”

He guided her hips backward while she pressed her hands against the cold tiles and obeyed. His body shook against hers. He explored her belly with one hand, then moved lower before dipping three fingers into her slit and sliding them along her length. He stroked her folds until her muscles ached for him to enter.

He tilted her hips back and angled his cock between her legs, hot and hard and poised at her entrance. She held her breath while he made her wait. Then he thrust into her and she screamed with delight, her muscles contracting tight around his shaft. She never wanted him to move.

No, she did. She wanted him to move in her. Hard and savage and deep.

With one hand on her breast, he worked her nipple. Her breath quickened while her muscles pulsed over him. His other hand circled the tight bundle of nerves above her slit, and tension built quickly within her.

She groaned deeply as he pulled out, then slowly reentered her, matching the rhythm with his hands. He had all of her pleasure points covered. She pushed hard into the tiles, keeping her hips steady so he could rock in and out of her at just the right angle to give her the most pleasure. His cock enlarged inside of her. Her muscles, sensitive to the change, contracted harder, desperate for another release.

With a few more strokes, she tipped over the edge, a third orgasm bursting through her, over and over in waves as she gasped and groaned. He quickened his pace, letting go of her breast to hold her hips as he thrust hard into her until his release came. He shuddered into her.

Out of breath, he leaned over her tenderly, hands over hers on the tiles. His cock pulsed the last of his come inside her, and her muscles tightened. He nuzzled her neck, kissing her gently.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do this to you. I couldn’t hold back anymore,” he said.

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