Page 46 of Her Werewolf Lover

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Page 46 of Her Werewolf Lover

“Y-you have fur on your face,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“My Wolf can’t wait. Last time I claimed you without your knowledge. This time he wants your agreement,” he growled, sounding more animal than human.

“I want you to do that,” she started.

“Do what?” he asked, canting his head.

“I want you to claim me, Michael. I want to be yours.”

“You. Are. Mine,” he said, sounding every bit the possessive monster he was.

Michael moved faster than a normal could, lifting her legs over his shoulders, kneading the sensitized flesh of her inner thighs along the way.

Samantha gasped, arching her back. He worked his tongue up those long silky thighs, his hot breath left her gasping.

“So sweet, so wet,” he said and sucked on her sweet vanilla scented sex.

“My God!”

“Not God. Michael. Call my name when I claim you, Mate.”

“Michael! Yes. please,” she moaned.

He circled the edge of her pussy, licking along the rim, and sliding his lips lightly over her needy little clit.

“I can’t wait to fill you, Mate. Need that pussy squeezing my cock,” he told her blatantly.

Michael clutched at her hips, lifting her off the bed as he fell face first into her hot sex. Samantha moaned loudly, and it was music to his ears as he ate her like the big bad Wolf he was.

His cock pulsed, growing harder than he’d ever felt. In another second, cum was liable to burst from him before he even got near her sweet cunt.

Shit.

He focused on her pleasure to distract him. Sucking on her sweet vanilla honey center was like drinking ambrosia from the heavens themselves.

No other woman had ever felt like this. He could hardly think. All he wanted was her. To sink into her flesh. To feel her wet warmth surrounding him. To become one with her.

Only her.

Always her.

“Oh m-my, my Michael!”

Tremors traveled through her body, and he relished every single one. She was close now. So fucking close. And he needed her there so he could fill her with his cock and sink his teeth into her skin.

Samanthamoaned again as his tongue lapped at her swollen bud.

Michael reached down and unbuckled his jeans, pushing them out of the way as he gripped his dick. He gave himself a squeeze just as she peaked.

Then he reared up, spread her legs wide, and pushed all the way inside her with one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” the growl left him before he could contain it.

Samantha’s cunt squeezed him. Pulling the cum right out of his balls as he worked in and out of her with hard, punishing thrusts. He licked two of his fingers, slid them between their bodies and strummed her clit, greedy for her orgasm to drag on.

Sweat dripped down his back. The sounds of their flesh slapping against one another were loud and lewd and oh so fucking delicious.

“Ohhh,” she moaned, clutching at his shoulders.




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