shirt down, kind’ve pushed him, so I could get a little breathing space. It wasn’t like he stepped away, really, but he gave me an inch or two. He couldn’t figure me out, I think. And that’s probably why he was hanging around. At least, that’s what I thought.
It surprised me when he let out a piercing whistle. I winced and reached up, covering my ears. Five seconds maybe, a sedan pulls up to the curb. So, yeah, that tells me something. He’s not just some ordinary dog on the street. He didn’t give me any more discussion, or any choices. He put me in his car.
I crawled to the other side of the seat, wondering where the hell Leo and Tommy were, knowing they’d follow my trail to the bar, and the doorway. But now...?
“I’m taking you home,” he told me.
“Mine or yours?”
“Yours. Where do you live?”
Clamming up, I wrapped my arms around myself and looked out the window. Daddy would not be happy with me if I showed up in a garou-mobile. He would kill me for that.
“Look. I don’t want a fight.”
I thought he meant with me , but he was talking about a full-scale war between families.
“So, let’s not fight. Take me to your place.”
The driver sat patiently, eyes straight ahead. Barklay threw his head back, closed his eyes and I think counted to ten. That reminded me that I was only up to eight, and I’d promised myself at least a nine. I sidled right up to him, slid a leg over his and before he knew what hit him, I had my hand down atop his manhood, asking, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Yeah, I was purring, nuzzling his neck, letting my tongue out a little.
I’m quick. Thought you knew that. Grab them by the balls or the stick, they’ll follow you anywhere--probably come in your hand. Certainly not turn you down. They want that, you know. Men play grab ass because that’s what they crave. I just play their game. It’s fun. Try it.
He would have set me off of him, probably, if I hadn’t taken a firm grip. That’s the trick. I’m sure it felt good to him, because he groaned and let me massage through the fabric. That emboldened me. Before long, I was kissing him full out. And he was kissing me back.
One more pussy victim. The thought skipped through my brain.
He’d probably been skimming and not liked that thought because suddenly, he had me pressed onto the seat and took control, pushing my hand off of him, screwing me with our clothes on. I tried scrambling out from under him, but he was too heavy, too persistent, not taking my gasping, squirming squeals for what they were.
That’s when I noticed the roughness growing on his cheeks and the growling coming from deep in. I pried at his shoulders, but remember? He’s built like some kind of army tank. My efforts were totally ineffective. Even when I went to smack-thumping his shoulders, yelling, “Stop!”
He was just playing with me, though. Kept it up long enough for me to really panic, before he went completely still. I was pinned beneath him, too tight to crinos--or I would have, believe me. That’s when he brought his head up, pushed his nose to mine, and said, “You are no match . Do you understand?”
Oh, I had it.
My eyes were bugged out, and I was afraid to move. I did swallow rather heavily, though. And nod.
Afraid to breathe.
His cock throbbed between us, heavy, rock solid.
When he was sure I’d gotten his message, he asked, “Now that we have that straight...see what you did to me?”
I didn’t know if he was talking about bringing out the wolf, his ardor, or what. But I figured that going for humor to relieve the situation between us was probably my best bet. I smiled, “Not really. If you recall, I asked you to show me.”
That must’ve unleashed his restraint. He reached down between us, felt my crotch
It surprised me when he let out a piercing whistle. I winced and reached up, covering my ears. Five seconds maybe, a sedan pulls up to the curb. So, yeah, that tells me something. He’s not just some ordinary dog on the street. He didn’t give me any more discussion, or any choices. He put me in his car.
I crawled to the other side of the seat, wondering where the hell Leo and Tommy were, knowing they’d follow my trail to the bar, and the doorway. But now...?
“I’m taking you home,” he told me.
“Mine or yours?”
“Yours. Where do you live?”
Clamming up, I wrapped my arms around myself and looked out the window. Daddy would not be happy with me if I showed up in a garou-mobile. He would kill me for that.
“Look. I don’t want a fight.”
I thought he meant with me , but he was talking about a full-scale war between families.
“So, let’s not fight. Take me to your place.”
The driver sat patiently, eyes straight ahead. Barklay threw his head back, closed his eyes and I think counted to ten. That reminded me that I was only up to eight, and I’d promised myself at least a nine. I sidled right up to him, slid a leg over his and before he knew what hit him, I had my hand down atop his manhood, asking, “Show me what you’ve got.”
Yeah, I was purring, nuzzling his neck, letting my tongue out a little.
I’m quick. Thought you knew that. Grab them by the balls or the stick, they’ll follow you anywhere--probably come in your hand. Certainly not turn you down. They want that, you know. Men play grab ass because that’s what they crave. I just play their game. It’s fun. Try it.
He would have set me off of him, probably, if I hadn’t taken a firm grip. That’s the trick. I’m sure it felt good to him, because he groaned and let me massage through the fabric. That emboldened me. Before long, I was kissing him full out. And he was kissing me back.
One more pussy victim. The thought skipped through my brain.
He’d probably been skimming and not liked that thought because suddenly, he had me pressed onto the seat and took control, pushing my hand off of him, screwing me with our clothes on. I tried scrambling out from under him, but he was too heavy, too persistent, not taking my gasping, squirming squeals for what they were.
That’s when I noticed the roughness growing on his cheeks and the growling coming from deep in. I pried at his shoulders, but remember? He’s built like some kind of army tank. My efforts were totally ineffective. Even when I went to smack-thumping his shoulders, yelling, “Stop!”
He was just playing with me, though. Kept it up long enough for me to really panic, before he went completely still. I was pinned beneath him, too tight to crinos--or I would have, believe me. That’s when he brought his head up, pushed his nose to mine, and said, “You are no match . Do you understand?”
Oh, I had it.
My eyes were bugged out, and I was afraid to move. I did swallow rather heavily, though. And nod.
Afraid to breathe.
His cock throbbed between us, heavy, rock solid.
When he was sure I’d gotten his message, he asked, “Now that we have that straight...see what you did to me?”
I didn’t know if he was talking about bringing out the wolf, his ardor, or what. But I figured that going for humor to relieve the situation between us was probably my best bet. I smiled, “Not really. If you recall, I asked you to show me.”
That must’ve unleashed his restraint. He reached down between us, felt my crotch
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