We back up, hitting the door.
She laughs, pulling away.“Bedroom?”
“Uh-huh,” I agree.
I follow her out of the bathroom and across the hall to her room.I'm on her as soon as the door clicks shut behind us.
We crash onto the bed, and she wraps herself around me.My cock rubs against her leggings, and I growl.I want to rip them off her, but I know they’re her favorite pair.
Rip them.We can buy her more,my wolf growls.
Dillon breaks the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath.She wiggles against me until I pull back, and I watch as she pulls off her shirt and sports bra.I smile when I see my bite mark on her neck.
Mine.
Dillon lifts her hips and shimmies out of her leggings and underwear.She kicks them to the floor, leans back on her elbows, and stares at me.“What are you waiting for?”
I grin.“Just trying to figure out which part of you I want to kiss first.”
“How about you start with my lips?”
“Good idea.”
I grab her ankles, throw her legs over my shoulders, and dive head-first into her sweet pussy.
“Jensen!”she shouts in surprise.
I don’t answer.I’m too busy licking up her honeyed juices.She tastes so sugary, so perfect.
So mine.
My tongue wiggles into her snug hole before I lick up to her clit and back down.Her breaths are coming faster and faster, and her thighs are shaking around my head.She’s close.
I wrap my arm around her leg, and my thumb finds her clit.I press down on the little ball of nerves and rub tight circles.My tongue keeps fucking in and out of her, and it doesn’t take long before she’s coming all over my face.
Thank fuck because I’m close to the edge.
I lick her one last time, climb to my knees, grab my cock, and slam into her.
“Jensen!”
My wolf howls in my head.
Dillon’s green eyes are dark with passion, like the forest after a hard rain.I keep my eyes on her, watching her face as I pound into her.Her tits bounce with each thrust, and her pussy clamps greedily around my length.
“I’m so close,” she gasps.
I grit my teeth.I’m close, too, but I need to get my mate off before I come.Dillon always comes first.
Her nails bite into my arms, and my wolf growls.He loves that she’s marking us like we’ve marked her.
“Harder,” she begs.
I do as she asks and fuck her harder.Wrapping her leg around my hip, I rut into her deeper, rougher, harsher.
“Oh!Oh, oh, oh!”she gasps.
One more thrust is all it takes to send her over the edge.Her juices flood my cock, and I groan her name as I follow her into oblivion.I keep moving inside her, prolonging our pleasure.
