pain she was in.
“Condoms wouldn’t do you any good. You need me inside you in order to stop the heat for a while.” He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up then settled her down on top of him. “Don’t fight me. One of your eyes is already blue. Your wolf is close to taking over.”
She put her hands on his shoulders as he positioned her legs over the sides of the chair. The tip of his cock was positioned to surge right into her. If she just let go, gravity would press her down on him. In this chair, in this position, she would be in control. She could do this. She had to do this. She was going to do this.
On her next breath, she lowered herself slowly. The tip of his penis glided through her wet flesh, and she caught her breath as it stretched her open. As she pulled up, she felt him slide out of her. His penis danced along the rim of her opening then slipped right back inside as she lowered himself onto him again. This time, more than just the head slid in.
“You feel so good,” he muttered.
She went to lift up again, but then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down on him. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and dug her nails into his shoulders. She sucked in a breath then clenched her pussy muscles down hard, then loosened for less than a second before she squeezed again. He pulled her close and moaned into her neck, then painted a circle on her with his tongue. He held her tight and continued to push her down until she felt the hairs around the base of his cock rubbing against her smooth skin.
“Now. Ride me.” He lifted his hands and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it open. The polo had been brand-new. Now it was only good enough to be a rag.
“Hey, I liked that shirt.”
“I’ll buy you another one.” He grabbed her breasts and massaged the outer rims, moving toward the center until he reached her nipples. When his fingers flittered over that puckered flesh, he pinched her tiny little peaks and rolled them back and forth between his fingers.
“Harder.”
She looked up at him and raised her eyebrows.
“Ride.” He pinched one nipple. “Me.” He tightened on the second one. “Harder.”
Gio sucked in a breath as the pain in her nipples collided with the pleasure of being filled by him. She lifted herself off his cock, then slammed down on him so hard she heard the slap of her flesh on his. She continued to use her weight to pound against his flesh.
“Harder.” He slapped her ass on the left side as she rode him. When she lifted, he slapped the other side. She clasped down on him as heat infused her ass. She was getting close to coming again. Hell . She had to make him come—doing that was a matter of pride. She ground her teeth and pushed back the feeling of being overwhelmed by pleasure.
When she lifted off him again, she clenched as hard as she could. He sucked in a breath through his teeth. Music to her ears. But keeping her body tight on him when she slipped back down the length of him was like a double shot of pleasure. He pulled in another breath, then wrapped his hands around her hips. He held her in place while he thrust his hips up and down, pumping into her.
She stayed tight until he slammed into her and broke through her resolve and kicked her straight into an orgasm. The air left her lungs in a whoosh , and her body froze as pleasure seized every cell. Her toes curled as a frenzied fit of pleasure attacked her control. His arms clamped around her, and he opened his mouth. The sound that came out was more wolf than human.
Then she felt it. His essence flowed into her, making the fire deep inside cool. It didn’t go out, but it did back off enough that she could think straight.
She felt normal. A sudden thought hit her. Was it like a vaccine? Have sex, and you were instantly cured? She wasn’t that optimistic. “How long will it last?” she asked, trying
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