Read Curves For The Lone Alpha (A Big Girl Meets Bad Wolf Romance) for Free Online Page B

manhood.
    I could smell the heat. A deep, natural, masculine scent
that could not be masked by a hot shower. He was real. I still couldn’t believe
I was doing this. Not just the fact that I was kneeling in front of a man like
this. But the fact that I had been the one to initiate it. That I had come on
to him and he hadn’t resisted. I was, for now, the one in control.
    There was no doubt in my mind that he wanted me. I could see
it in his eyes. I could feel it in his breath. He wanted me. He actually wanted me! And I planned to make sure he remembered exactly why he
wanted me.
    I had to grin to myself as I began. This was one treat that
required some real womanly curves. I rocked back and forth, enveloping him with
my breasts with every stroke. The water on our skin helped me slide smoothly
and allowed for a slow steady rhythm.
    He was hot. I mean literally hot. Far hotter than normal. I
parted my lips for a groan that he echoed as I contemplated just what he would
feel like inside me. That big cock warming me from the inside out. I squeezed
my legs together tight to try and eke out a little sensation as I resisted the
urge to abandon the whole “last meal” idea.
    On the next downstroke, when his head poked out. I bent my
neck to give his tip a single lick and was met by a grunt and a thrust of the
hips that almost knocked me onto my back. I let the single drop of delicious
salty liquid I found there slide down my throat and that acted as my cue to
stop teasing and give this beast of a man what he needed.
    That one taste was enough for me to know I wanted more. I
released my breasts and wrapped my arms around him to grip that amazing ass. It
felt as good as it looked, firm tight flesh with just a hint of give.
    His member bobbed around in front of my face, defenseless
and desperate. I don’t know how universal it is, but I’d always gotten a
special thrill from giving a lover what they wanted and asking for nothing in
return. Even though I was on my knees before him it wasn’t a submissive act.
When I took him in my mouth, I was the one taking control.
    What I may lack in skill and experience, I made up for in
enthusiasm as I pleasured him with lips, mouth, tongue and teeth. As I grew
accustomed to his size I squeezed his ass tight and pulled him deeper.
    He demonstrated his appreciation with a series of growls,
grunts and groans before I felt his entire body tense. I pulled away and eased
off, trying to tease him a little and make it last a little longer, but I was
too late. He tensed again and then came. His body twitching and convulsing as
he howled with pleasure.
    By the time he was done I was dripping. My face, my hair, my
breasts, blasted with his seed. It was not something I had experienced before
and I felt like I was in a cheap porn film or something. I wondered if this was
an aspect of his physiology, like the accelerated healing or, and this seemed
more likely, it had just been a while. Either way, I was glad we were already
in the shower.
    Afterwards we dried but didn’t bother dressing as we made
our way to the bed. He, as I expected, made a half-hearted attempt to indicate
that he was willing to return the favor, but I made it clear that it was
neither required nor expected.
    I had thought it would take a lot of willpower to resist,
but was surprised to find it did not. I wanted him. I ached for him. I was so
turned on it felt like my whole body was singing. But I needed to wait. I
needed him to come back for me when he had taken care of whatever it was he
needed to do.
     
    - X -
     

Chapter 7: James
     
    I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the human woman,
Carrie,  made cute little snoring sounds
beside me.
    For the first time in as long as I could remember I felt
some approximation of peace. Who was she? And why did we seem to drive each
other crazy with desire? No one had ever made me feel like that before. Not
even Charlotte. This was how I imagined finding your true mate must feel, but
that