Page 66 of Come for Me
Her thighs attempt to squeeze together, seeking her own pleasure in her servicing of my cock, but my feet spread them wider, preventing the release she seeks.
“I’ll get to your other holes later, darling. You don’t need air. Only me and the pleasure I bring you.”
My wolf inhales the sweet scent of her need, pooling deep within her, threatening her release as I take more of her mouth. Salty tears slide down her flushed cheeks.
“My little wolf is wet for me.”
Choking and gurgling combined with drool and precum escapes from her lips as I dislodge my length from her throat. She gasps for air, while a moan and whimper leave her as my tip slaps against her lips. Sweet music her body emits from my touch fills the room as I fist her hair, and I bury my hard dick deep and fast into her soul once more.
Tears pour from her doe eyes, and I sneer at the pleasurable pain only I can evoke. Choked gagging only draws my length deeper in her throat, my balls pressing hard against her chin. My fingers massage her scalp as she cries around my dick and gasps for air.
“Who do you belong to?” I ease her off my length.
“You, my king,” she says in between breaths.
“Good girl.” I run her lips down my length again, fucking her mouth. I push her off me, the little force I exert sending her quickly flying into the soft mattress. Her back hits the bed, a little rag doll tossed aside after playtime is over.
My little plaything needs to fall in line... She’ll see how I need to play.
“Spread your legs.”
Her sensitive pink flesh glistens with her need.
She stills as if she’s shy, uncertainty written on her face.
“So fucking beautiful. Touch yourself.”
Alaina thinks about what I’m asking.
I’m growing impatient when she finally eases her right hand down to her sex, rubbing her bud in slow, tantalizing circles. It’s not long before she starts moaning, her back arching. Alaina cups her swollen breasts, kneading them to the tip.
“That’s it, darling. Rub that pretty pussy for me.” I stroke my cock.
Alaina’s fingers pick up speed, and her moans become more frequent.
She’s about to come.
I step closer to her, my shadow, once again, blanketing her body.
“Do you want to come, darling?”
“Yes, my king.”
Fuck, her submission is beautiful.
“Beg me.”
“Please, my king. Please, may I come? I’m so close.”
Never did begging influence me until now. She’s come close, though. I’m used to my torture subjects’ pleas.
Grabbing her hand to stop her release, I smirk as she looks at me in disbelief, as if I’ve betrayed her.
“Not yet.”
I let go, and she whimpers as I position myself at her entrance.
Tension builds between our two panting bodies. Sparks crackle between us, the mate bond fighting to pull us together and the gravity of her pulling me in.
