exactly hairy as a grizzly bear or anything, but his hair remained constantly dark all over. Jason didn’t seem to mind it. His eyes were filled with nothing but lust as he stared at Mick.
Mick ran his hand over one of Jason’s legs, enjoying the way his skin pebbled under Mick’s touch. God, Jason’s dick was pretty. Big too, considering the size of the man. Not that Jason was a small man, but for his size, Mick wouldn’t have thought he’d be carrying around a cock that size between his legs.
He had to get down and pay his respects to that with a kiss, a lick, and then he just settled for putting his lips around it.
“Holy hell.” The chain clinked as Jason lifted himself onto his elbows to watch then spread his legs wider, lifting his knees a little to let Mick have better access as he humped into Mick’s mouth.
“Just like that. Ugh! Fuck, are all werewolves this good at sex?”
All werewolves wished they had the skills that Mick possessed.
Right before he could reach up and gently take hold and massage
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Jason’s balls, Mick had to remind himself that Jason was a human, and he’d already brought himself off once in the shower.
If Mick made him orgasm again, this show would have to get put on hold until Jason could perform again, and Mick wasn’t willing to wait.
He pulled his mouth away when Jason’s thrusting became a little
more erratic.
“No, no!” Jason keened.
“I’m not leaving you high and dry, baby. Keep your pretty legs spread.”
Mick reached over and grabbed the bottle he’d brought with him. Sunblock. It would have to do.
He popped the cap and let the white, oily stuff drip onto his hand.
He rubbed his hands together until they were nice and slick, then
wrapped his hand around his ever-impatient cock, biting his lips as the pleasure of lubing himself took hold.
Jason’s eyes were glued to Mick’s hand as he pumped on his dick.
Mick smiled and brought two of his fingers to the puckered entrance of Jason’s asshole.
He wasn’t a virgin and didn’t need to be told to push out as Mick pushed in, but he was tight. His last time had been a good long while
ago.
Good.
Mick continued the slow thrusting of his fingers, watching as Jason bit down on his bottom lip, then as his eyes slid shut as Mick found his prostate deep inside.
For the fun of it, he kept on fucking him with his fingers, enjoying the way Jason pushed back and made little openmouthed pants as his eyes fell shut.
Okay, blue balls were returning, so that was enough of that. Mick removed his fingers and positioned his cock.
He pushed inside about an inch or so, stopped, pulled back a little, pushed in some more, stopped, and then repeated that process until he
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was balls deep in Jason’s ass, his entire body trembling from the need to keep going and another orgasm that was just within sight.
Jason was still good about keeping the arm that had the silver on it up and away from Mick while they were like this, but he did have a pretty strong grip as he grabbed Mick by the neck and snarled into his ear. “Drill me.”
Aye, aye, Captain!
Mick’s body went on autopilot with the need to obey, and he pumped his hips with all the strength and precision as though there was a machine inside of him that was in charge of his movements.
Jason threw his head back and moaned, gripping the headboard above him with the silver-shackled hand and reaching down with his
free one to stroke his cock.
Right, after all the teasing, this was not going to be some drawn-out thing. Mick moved his hips back and forth, creating more of that push and pull that punched their flesh together, until Jason opened his mouth and released a half-held-back cry of release.
Mick didn’t stop, knowing that he was drawing out Jason’s release, and he was so close to