pulling from the pockets of his black leather pants. Pants that did nothing to hide the straining length of his arousal beneath them. He was thick and hard. She was wet and wild, and she needed him now.
"Look, this is all very interesting, and I'm sure I'm going to have questions eventually. You know, once the ramifications of the whole mating thing hits me? Sometime after you get your wolfie ass over here and fuck me."
His eyes narrowed, as his hands went to the black shirt he wore, his fingers sliding buttons from their holes, and his gaze gleaming now with pure lust.
"My wolfie ass?" He asked her softly, his voice dark, rough.
Grace slid her shorts from her body, leaving only the silk panties she wore, as his shirt was tossed to the floor. Her own shirt came off easily, as he sat down and pulled his boots and socks off.
She rose to her feet, and before he could rise from the wide, padded stool he had sat on, she was in front of him.
"You're slow." She knelt before him, pushing him back against the chair behind the stool, her fingers moving for the metal closures on his pants.
"So I am," he growled, his tight abs flexing as she parted the edges of the pants and revealed the straining length of his cock.
The piercing gleamed against the dark flesh.
"Why the piercing?" She asked, lowering her head to let her tongue worry the little ball at one end of the bar.
His hands slid into her hair, a tight groan leaving his throat.
"A reminder," he panted.
"What does it remind you of?" She held the hard shaft, turned her head, and sucked the upper side of the crest between her lips to allow her tongue to stroke around the jewelry with flickering movements.
"Freedom," he bit out. "It reminds me of freedom."
"Why?"
He tightened further as her teeth gripped the bar.
"We weren't allowed piercings or tattoos in the labs. Nothing that would identify us. Nothing that would make us individuals. It reminds me. I'm free."
Her heart clenched, and her soul bled for the pain that resonated in his voice. His freedom came down to his choice to be pierced and marked. His ability to be an individual.
She sank her mouth over the engorged head of his erection and sucked him in deep. She wanted the memory of that place wiped from his mind. She wanted it replaced with need, with hunger. For her.
He belonged to her.
He growled her name as he leaned back against the chair, sprawling across the stool and the chair cushion behind him. Her fingers stroked the thick shaft as his hands clenched in her hair, guiding her movements, showing her how to please him best.
He liked to feel her teeth raking gently along the crest. The way her tongue played with the bar piercing his flesh.
As she sucked his cock head, her hands pushed at his pants, sliding them over his thighs, and pushing them down his legs.
There, now she could explore flesh she had been dying to touch. His scrotum was silky and smooth, only the faintest hint of silky hairs covering it. It tightened as she cupped it in her palm then slid her nails over it.
"Grace," the growl in his voice was warning. "Leave me control, sweetheart. Don't push this."
Oh, a dare.
She opened her eyes, lifting them to meet his as her lips lifted from the throbbing crest and began to slide down the straining shaft.
He was breathing hard now, his hands gripping the arms of the chair rather than her hair.
"What control?" she whispered. "I don't have any, why should you?"
She wanted that loss of control. She wanted the wild man she glimpsed in his eyes, the bad boy she knew he was. Her lips moved lower, her tongue licking until she came to the tight, silky flesh of the sac below.
"Dammit. Grace," he cursed, but he arched to her, allowing her the freedom to lick over the tight flesh, to feel the straining tension there.
As she watched, a small spurt of pre-cum spilled from the slit on his cock head. He growled again, a thick rumbling sound of hunger that had her heart racing in excitement.
She used
"Look, this is all very interesting, and I'm sure I'm going to have questions eventually. You know, once the ramifications of the whole mating thing hits me? Sometime after you get your wolfie ass over here and fuck me."
His eyes narrowed, as his hands went to the black shirt he wore, his fingers sliding buttons from their holes, and his gaze gleaming now with pure lust.
"My wolfie ass?" He asked her softly, his voice dark, rough.
Grace slid her shorts from her body, leaving only the silk panties she wore, as his shirt was tossed to the floor. Her own shirt came off easily, as he sat down and pulled his boots and socks off.
She rose to her feet, and before he could rise from the wide, padded stool he had sat on, she was in front of him.
"You're slow." She knelt before him, pushing him back against the chair behind the stool, her fingers moving for the metal closures on his pants.
"So I am," he growled, his tight abs flexing as she parted the edges of the pants and revealed the straining length of his cock.
The piercing gleamed against the dark flesh.
"Why the piercing?" She asked, lowering her head to let her tongue worry the little ball at one end of the bar.
His hands slid into her hair, a tight groan leaving his throat.
"A reminder," he panted.
"What does it remind you of?" She held the hard shaft, turned her head, and sucked the upper side of the crest between her lips to allow her tongue to stroke around the jewelry with flickering movements.
"Freedom," he bit out. "It reminds me of freedom."
"Why?"
He tightened further as her teeth gripped the bar.
"We weren't allowed piercings or tattoos in the labs. Nothing that would identify us. Nothing that would make us individuals. It reminds me. I'm free."
Her heart clenched, and her soul bled for the pain that resonated in his voice. His freedom came down to his choice to be pierced and marked. His ability to be an individual.
She sank her mouth over the engorged head of his erection and sucked him in deep. She wanted the memory of that place wiped from his mind. She wanted it replaced with need, with hunger. For her.
He belonged to her.
He growled her name as he leaned back against the chair, sprawling across the stool and the chair cushion behind him. Her fingers stroked the thick shaft as his hands clenched in her hair, guiding her movements, showing her how to please him best.
He liked to feel her teeth raking gently along the crest. The way her tongue played with the bar piercing his flesh.
As she sucked his cock head, her hands pushed at his pants, sliding them over his thighs, and pushing them down his legs.
There, now she could explore flesh she had been dying to touch. His scrotum was silky and smooth, only the faintest hint of silky hairs covering it. It tightened as she cupped it in her palm then slid her nails over it.
"Grace," the growl in his voice was warning. "Leave me control, sweetheart. Don't push this."
Oh, a dare.
She opened her eyes, lifting them to meet his as her lips lifted from the throbbing crest and began to slide down the straining shaft.
He was breathing hard now, his hands gripping the arms of the chair rather than her hair.
"What control?" she whispered. "I don't have any, why should you?"
She wanted that loss of control. She wanted the wild man she glimpsed in his eyes, the bad boy she knew he was. Her lips moved lower, her tongue licking until she came to the tight, silky flesh of the sac below.
"Dammit. Grace," he cursed, but he arched to her, allowing her the freedom to lick over the tight flesh, to feel the straining tension there.
As she watched, a small spurt of pre-cum spilled from the slit on his cock head. He growled again, a thick rumbling sound of hunger that had her heart racing in excitement.
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