insolence, and have my way with you.”
His words should have scared her, especially coming from a giant of a man like Sam, but he had a gentleness about him that she liked.
He grabbed Mac’s hand and walked her over to the living room. Making love on the sofa worked for her. Instead of guiding her there, he stepped around the coffee table, grabbed a few pillows, and tossed them on the rug.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.
What part of that was her way? A compromise was needed. “How about for every piece you take off, I’ll take off the same one?”
He cocked a brow, and then said nothing. With the way his lips twisted, he must be thinking really hard. She bet she was the first woman to challenge him like that. Then again, she was the first woman he’d been with who was his mate.
“Deal.” He kicked off his boots, forcing her to remove her sandals.
With the speed of a racing wolf, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and discarded them. Holy fuck. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and his cock appeared thicker than Brandon’s. She was already sore. How could she possibly handle someone of that size?
“Ah…maybe this isn’t a good idea. It’s humongous.”
“You can’t turn back now, baby. I’m a steam engine and you are my coal.”
His analogy was so ridiculous that she burst out laughing. In a flash, she was in his arms, and a second later sprawled on the floor by his side. She would have protested the strong-arming, except that she liked being pressed against his chest. He smelled clean and virile. Definitely all man—or rather all werewolf.
Sam clasped her wrist and dragged her palm over his cock. “Is this funny?”
She couldn’t quite tell if he was serious or not. “I’m not sure.”
“What do I need to do to make you sure?” His tone lightened.
“Hmm. Perhaps I should taste it.” Mac had no idea where her boldness had come from, but as soon as she’d suggested she suck on his cock, her body nearly exploded with need.
“You sure you can handle it?” Sam unsnapped her jeans and then cupped her pussy.
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” Teasing him was a total high. She grabbed his drawn up sac and rolled the balls in her hand.
Sam hissed. “They’re not made of steel.”
She didn’t think she was hurting him. Perhaps he meant he might explode too quickly if she wasn’t gentler. “Lightweight.”
“I’ll show you lightweight in a moment.”
Mac enjoyed his ability to tease. Before he stopped her, she slid down so that her lips were at cock level. With the tip of her finger, she traced circles around his scrotum, pressing inward every once in a while. It was fun to watch the skin pucker and swirl.
“Baby, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll suck on that dick.”
The devil inside her made her look up. “Or what?”
Sam sat up, stretched out his legs, and dragged her across his lap face down. He whacked her bottom. Holy shit, She hadn’t been spanked since she’d been maybe seven. Indignation raced up her spine. He spanked her again, only this time with more force.
She covered her butt with her hands. “What was that for?”
He grabbed her wrists and lifted them. On the next slap, her breath whooshed out. While the pain wasn’t that intense, the injustice of it sent her outrage sky high.
Without answering, Sam rolled her over. “These need to come off.”
He maneuvered out from under her and tugged off her jeans. With it, came her panties. While she had planned to have sex with him—at least she’d wanted to before he spanked her—she was a bit self-conscious being naked in front of him. She hadn’t minded with Brandon, but she sensed Sam would be more discerning.
“Holy fuck on a stick. You’re hot, baby.”
That made the giggles pop out again, and she never was one to let loose. “You have the strangest way of talking.”
He rolled her over his lap again. Instead of dread swirling in her belly, excitement filled her. For some
His words should have scared her, especially coming from a giant of a man like Sam, but he had a gentleness about him that she liked.
He grabbed Mac’s hand and walked her over to the living room. Making love on the sofa worked for her. Instead of guiding her there, he stepped around the coffee table, grabbed a few pillows, and tossed them on the rug.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded.
What part of that was her way? A compromise was needed. “How about for every piece you take off, I’ll take off the same one?”
He cocked a brow, and then said nothing. With the way his lips twisted, he must be thinking really hard. She bet she was the first woman to challenge him like that. Then again, she was the first woman he’d been with who was his mate.
“Deal.” He kicked off his boots, forcing her to remove her sandals.
With the speed of a racing wolf, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and discarded them. Holy fuck. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and his cock appeared thicker than Brandon’s. She was already sore. How could she possibly handle someone of that size?
“Ah…maybe this isn’t a good idea. It’s humongous.”
“You can’t turn back now, baby. I’m a steam engine and you are my coal.”
His analogy was so ridiculous that she burst out laughing. In a flash, she was in his arms, and a second later sprawled on the floor by his side. She would have protested the strong-arming, except that she liked being pressed against his chest. He smelled clean and virile. Definitely all man—or rather all werewolf.
Sam clasped her wrist and dragged her palm over his cock. “Is this funny?”
She couldn’t quite tell if he was serious or not. “I’m not sure.”
“What do I need to do to make you sure?” His tone lightened.
“Hmm. Perhaps I should taste it.” Mac had no idea where her boldness had come from, but as soon as she’d suggested she suck on his cock, her body nearly exploded with need.
“You sure you can handle it?” Sam unsnapped her jeans and then cupped her pussy.
“We’ll have to see, won’t we?” Teasing him was a total high. She grabbed his drawn up sac and rolled the balls in her hand.
Sam hissed. “They’re not made of steel.”
She didn’t think she was hurting him. Perhaps he meant he might explode too quickly if she wasn’t gentler. “Lightweight.”
“I’ll show you lightweight in a moment.”
Mac enjoyed his ability to tease. Before he stopped her, she slid down so that her lips were at cock level. With the tip of her finger, she traced circles around his scrotum, pressing inward every once in a while. It was fun to watch the skin pucker and swirl.
“Baby, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll suck on that dick.”
The devil inside her made her look up. “Or what?”
Sam sat up, stretched out his legs, and dragged her across his lap face down. He whacked her bottom. Holy shit, She hadn’t been spanked since she’d been maybe seven. Indignation raced up her spine. He spanked her again, only this time with more force.
She covered her butt with her hands. “What was that for?”
He grabbed her wrists and lifted them. On the next slap, her breath whooshed out. While the pain wasn’t that intense, the injustice of it sent her outrage sky high.
Without answering, Sam rolled her over. “These need to come off.”
He maneuvered out from under her and tugged off her jeans. With it, came her panties. While she had planned to have sex with him—at least she’d wanted to before he spanked her—she was a bit self-conscious being naked in front of him. She hadn’t minded with Brandon, but she sensed Sam would be more discerning.
“Holy fuck on a stick. You’re hot, baby.”
That made the giggles pop out again, and she never was one to let loose. “You have the strangest way of talking.”
He rolled her over his lap again. Instead of dread swirling in her belly, excitement filled her. For some
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