Watching him unashamedly pump his cock, Gwen bit her lip. She loved seeing him do that. It made her think of that night he’d told her to finger herself while he watched, jerking himself off. He’d come all over her pussy and stomach, marking her, he’d said.
“You don’t just want what’s going to happen, Gwen. You need it. You need me. Like I need you.” Zander dropped to his knees between her legs and skimmed his hands up the velvety skin of her thighs as he spread them wider. Eyes locked with hers, he slipped his thumbs under her panties and stroked the plump folds of her pussy. He could scent how wet she was; the smell made his wolf crazy. He needed a taste.
With a low growl, Zander tore off her panties, liking her little gasp. He cupped her ass, curled her hips, and stabbed his tongue inside her. God, her taste . . . it was like an electric shock to his senses. It shot straight to his cock, making it throb painfully. “I could spend hours right here, tasting you.”
Gwen frowned. “No, I don’t want to wait hours to come.”
“It’s not about what you want.”
She gaped. “Oh, you bastard.”
He chuckled. “I told you. Tonight, you do what I tell you.”
“See, you’re an utter bastard.” But the words came out kind of breathy because he was fluttering his tongue between her folds. “You need to—”
“I don’t have time to talk. My priority right now is making my baby come.” He set about making that happen, teasing her pussy with long, sensual licks before driving his tongue inside her. He feasted. Gorged. Fucked her with his tongue just like he intended to fuck her with his cock.
Needing more, Zander sat back on his heels, lifted her, and dropped her right on his cock. Her eyes snapped to his, shocked and a little dazed. He groaned as her walls contracted around him. “My baby’s pussy is so hot and tight.” Cinching her hips, he slowly raised her until only the head of his cock was inside her. Then he impaled her in one smooth, fast move. “Fuck yourself on me.”
Gwen rode him hard. The feel of his cock slicing through her again and again was exactly what she needed. One of his hands alternated between pinching and tugging her nipples to cupping and squeezing her breasts. It was so much sensation, and she could feel her orgasm coming toward her. Stilling her with his hands, he began punching his hips, fucking her hard. He dug his teeth into her neck. Didn’t bite. Just held her skin between his teeth. And that was all it took to throw her over.
Zander battled the urge to come as her back bowed, her pussy clamped down on his dick, and she groaned his name. He brushed her bangs out of her face. “That’s my girl. I love watching you come.” Carefully, he lay her back down on the rug.
She blinked up at him. “You didn’t come.”
“No, because I’m not done with you yet.” Feeling a little nervousness hum along their bond, he said, “Shh. Just lie back, let me have you.”
Using her cream to lubricate his finger, Zander gently worked it into her ass. He thrust it in and out, and he quickly got caught up in the rhythm of it. They’d played with her ass enough times for him to add another finger pretty soon. But only when she was moaning, squirming, and trying to counter his thrusts did he slip a third inside her. She didn’t even flinch. At that point, the tension in her muscles was gone, and her body was begging for more.
Satisfied that she was ready, Zander used his free hand to angle her hips just right. “I’m going to take your ass like this so I can look in those big blue eyes.” In one quick movement, he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. “Now, push out as I push in.” It was so damn hard not to just thrust fast and deep, but he held on to his control and slowly sank inside.
His eyes fell closed for a second. She was tighter than anything he’d ever felt, and he just wanted more. When he was finally fully sheathed, he groaned. “My baby is fucking amazing. And such a good girl.” He squeezed her hip. “You okay?”
Okay? Gwen was a lot of things—full from his dick, totally turned on, and surprised by just how much she liked it. Although she’d enjoyed their past anal play, she’d expected this to be less fun and more painful. But as he’d assured her it would, her body had accommodated him. “Zander . . . I really won’t last long.”
“You never do.”
She couldn’t help smiling at that. He was totally right. “Get moving, Devlin.” He kept his thrusts slow and deep, hitting all kinds of virginal nerve endings that were making her wind tighter and tighter. It was the slow part that she had a problem with. “Faster, Zander. In fact, make it faster and harder.”
“Such a slutty little girl at times,” Zander teased. She gasped, and he chuckled. “My slutty little girl.”
She couldn’t even dispute that. “Would you just fuck me already?”
Zander upped his pace, pumping his hips again and again. She looked so fucking amazing right then. Eyes languid. Mouth swollen. Cheeks flushed. Nipples hard. Pussy glistening. And then there was the sight of his cock repeatedly sinking into her ass . . . For once, he was sure he’d come before she did.
“Harder, Zander.”
He shook his head. “I’ll fuck you hard whenever you want, but not so hard it hurts you.” Right now, she was enjoying it. He didn’t want that to change, even if it was so tempting to give his wolf what he wanted and slam his cock deep.
“I don’t mind when it hurts. I like it.”
He groaned. “Don’t say shit like that, Gwen.”
Gwen was torn between hitting him and crying in frustration. Her orgasm was just out of her reach. “Please.”
She’d never begged him before . . . and that just smashed Zander’s resolve to pieces. He plunged hard and fast, giving her what they both wanted. He felt no pain through their bond. Only need and hunger and pleasure. “Come, Gwen.” He felt it as she came, felt her almost violent release vibrate up their bond as it swept her under and she imploded with a silent scream.
Zander buried himself deep and came, claiming her ass just as he’d claimed every other part of her. Now he had it all. The satisfaction of that went bone deep and fed his soul. Settled something in his wolf.
Withdrawing his softening cock, Zander lay on his back and heaved her pliant, quivering body on top of him. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, and Zander smoothed a hand down her back. “You okay?”
“Yowza.”
He chuckled, running his fingers up and down her spine as the aftershocks eased away. Feeling her body go slack, he squeezed her nape. “Don’t fall sleep. We need to shower.”
“Not sleeping. Just relaxing.” Gwen propped her chin up on his chest. “You know, it’s kind of a shame that a shifter bite can’t change a human into a shifter. I’d be so at the front of the line.”
He tilted his head slightly. “You’d really turn into a shifter if you could?”
“Having an inner wolf would be awesome. And it would mean I had a wolf for yours.”
Zander framed her face with his hands. “I’ve told you, he adores you exactly as you are.”
“I know. I adore him right back.”
“Good. I mean it, Gwen, you don’t have to feel bad.” But he knew she stupidly did. “He’s not disappointed—he only needs you. And so do I.”