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She did. She leaned her hands against the wall and spread her legs to give me more room. I gave her what she needed and took the edge off.
Then I carried her to her room and tossed her on the bed. I yanked off my shorts and kicked off my shoes before stalking towards her. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you and shoot my cum all on your lush body?”
“Yes, please, yes,” she panted as she ran her nails over my chest.
I groaned in delight. “Spread your legs and touch your cunt.” I mentally whimpered as she did. She was so fucking delicious.
And yes, I gave us what we both needed.
I lifted her hips and thrust into her very,verywilling and inviting body. She cried out and arched her back, having a small orgasm just from that.
Then she moved her legs to the other side of my body as I snapped my hips. I wanted her deeper and moved one leg to my shoulder. I chuckled as I hit her cervix.
“I love that I can do that and not be fully inside of you,” I moaned. “You need me that much, don’t you, love?”
“Hurts good,” she cried out.
I didn’t hit it every time but now and again to throw her off and titillate her. After another orgasm, I saw it was getting to be too much for her and was careful, lowering her leg so I didn’t go that deep so easily.
She got the idea and moved her knees between us and the angle was perfect for both of us. I waited until I was right there and then pulled out, finishing on her cunt, her lower stomach—even her tits which I hadn’t done before.
“Why not?” I panted when she frowned. “They’re mine, right?”
“No higher than that,” she warned, something dark in her eyes.
So clearly, someone had finished on her face and it was a thing with her.
“I might be possessive and too much, but that’s not my thing,” I promised her as I slowly stroked my cock so the last drips fell on her stomach. “Though I want your juices all over my face when you sit on it.”
Some of the darkness left her eyes. “That’s an interesting idea. Are we having dinner?”
“No, I’m giving you your nightly workout,” I growled and flipped her over. I fucked her as hard as I could, riding her exactly how she loved. She came so many times that she was exhausted when I finally got closer. The wetness all down herthighs—her juices soaking the bedding was more than I could handle and keep my head.
“You are a fucking machine,” she mumbled when we were done, sounding sleepy. “I never thought sex could be like this.”
I chuckled, her body completely limp and sated. I gently pulled out of her and kissed her shoulder. “I feel the same. I crave you. I want all of you.”
“Not all of me,” she whispered, sounding mostly asleep already.
Did I really fuck her into passing out?
If not, I had a new goal because my wolf liked the idea of that.
“Yes, all of you,” I argued.
“No, all of me means I have to be honest,” she said so quietly that I barely heard her. “You’d hate me then and that would break my heart.”
Fear raced through me. There was only one thing she could tell me that would make me hate her. “Ellie, are you mated?”
She gave the cutest snort that turned into a snore. “No one sane would ever mate me. I could never trust someone enough to mate.”
Then she was out. Even if my mind could think of what else to ask her, she was quietly snoring and clearly sleeping. My heart hurt for her.
What had this wonderful woman gone through to think all of that about herself?
