Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
For a moment, I can’t hear anything over the thundering in my heart. Since the day our parents died, Rafe has sown the belief that I can’t take care of my own shit. No one has ever disputed that supposed fact.
“I don’t think it’s true that you give zero fucks. I think you’ve just perfected the art of being laid back. Something I’m hoping will rub off on me a little more.” She flashes me a sheepish smile.
“Yeah?” I take both her hands in mine, facing her like we’re standing at the altar.
“Definitely. You already know I tend to be a worrier. You might be the balance I need.”
I can’t wait another second. I drop her hands so I can catch her behind the head and draw her mouth to mine. I claim her with a hungry kiss. “Angel, I’m happy to be your stress relief. Any time, anywhere.”
Her eyes crinkle as she smiles up at me. “Bring it,” she murmurs, and it’s on.
I hook my forearm under her ass and carry her to my bed, kissing the hell out of her mouth as I go. “You’re about to get yourself fucked long and hard,” I warn her.
Her laugh is husky. “Just so long as you don’t bite.” She holds a finger up between us. I pretend to snap my teeth at it and she shrieks a little, her laugh turning to a giggle.
I flip her over to her belly and deliver a slap to her sexy ass.
“Ooh.” She looks over her shoulder. “Yes, please.”
I chuckle, kicking off my boots and stripping out of my shirt. “I know you like to plan, angel, so here’s how it’s going to go.” I deliver another slap before I roll her back over to get her jeans open. “I’m going to use my tongue to get you off at the same time as I spank that ass red.” I tug her jeans and panties down at the same time as she toes off her shoes. “Then I’m going to stuff you full of this wolf-cock until you’re screaming for release.” I help her out of her shirt and bra. “And then I’m going to wrap you up in my arms and make sure nothing disturbs your sweet slumber, not even the morning sun.” As soon as I have her naked, I flip her back over to her belly, and lift her hips until she’s on her knees. “Got it?”
“Sounds like a good plan to me.”
“Spread those knees wider.”
She gives a sexy moan as she lets her knees slide open on the bed, lifting and spreading her ass toward me. I grip her cheeks to lift and separate them, opening her up for my tongue. I let the first slap on her bare skin fall at the same moment that my tongue slides between her folds.
She cries out, her legs jerking a little before she arches to give me more.
“That’s right, my little planner. Let me lick what’s mine.”
There’s a little uhn of protest, like she wants to dispute the fact that she’s mine now, so I give her ass three spanks to prove it. Her breath shudders in, shaky and desperate. I lap at her juices, which are flowing freely now, pressing my tongue between her folds, penetrating her with it. Every few seconds, I slap her ass, keeping her on edge and gasping.
I find her clit—it’s tough from this angle, but I’m dedicated—and roll my tongue around it, then deliver another spank, this time on her other cheek. I suck her labia into my mouth, nip it. I pull back and spank her pussy a few times, then pepper her ass with short, swift spanks.
“Lance,” she whimpers, sounding needy.
“That’s right, angel. I want you saying my name while I treat you right.” I press the pad of my thumb over her anus as I return my mouth to her core.
“Oh my God, Lance.”
Another slap.
“Please,” she whimpers. “It’s so good. Oh my God, please.”
“You need to come, angel?”
“Yes!”
“Come on my tongue, Charlie, and then I’ll give you my cock.” I massage her anus and penetrate her with my tongue.
She reaches back with her fingers to rub her clit more firmly. I slap her ass once. Twice. On the third time, she comes, her sweet pussy clenching and shivering around my tongue as she pushes her hips back to get more of it.
“That’s it, angel.” I sink two fingers into her channel to give here something more substantial to clench around.
“Oh… oh! Lance.”
“Yep. Only Lance,” I tell her, gently tackling her to her side and pushing her onto her back.
Charlie
Lance hovers over me, staring down with glowing eyes—the palest blue.
“Your wolf is showing,” I whisper.
He blinks, touching the tip of his tongue to one of his canine teeth, which appears longer than usual. “I won’t mark you,” he promises.