“Yes, please,” she murmured.
Dipping my fingers between her legs, I coated them in her slick nectar and spread it up to her clit and down to her asshole.
“Please, Roy.”
“Please, what, baby?” I had my hand under her pelvis, the pad of my index finger working her clit with light circles.
She bucked. “Please!”
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
I brought my thumb between her asscheeks and massaged her anus at the same time.
“Oh my God! Oh my G–” she choked. “Roy!”
I let my middle and index finger penetrate her entrance to feel her muscles tighten up on her first orgasm. Her legs trembled and buttcheeks squeezed tight while her hips ground down into my hand.
“Roy!”
“I’m not even inside you, yet, baby,” I crowed, pleased with myself for making her come so quickly. “But I’m learning all the things that make you tick.”
I sat down on the bed and tugged her legs across my lap in a spanking position. I stroked her ass with my hand, trailing a circle around it. Then I delivered several sharp slaps. “You like giving up control in bed, don’t you, sugar?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned.
I spanked her some more–not hard, just enough to hear the satisfying crack of flesh on flesh. “Well, I’m going to dedicate myself to learning everything that makes you scream.” I slapped her a little harder, and she squirmed, her ass listing away. “Too much?” I soothed away the sting with a slow caress of my palm. “Don’t worry. I’ll be careful with you.”
Brooke let out a soft moan.
I played with her gorgeous ass–spanking and rubbing and stroking between her legs until she started to hump my lap with need. Then I fingerfucked her until she came a second time.
“That’s two beautiful orgasms.” I flipped her onto her back. “Are you ready to take your mate now?”
40
BROOKE
* * *
Oh my gawd. I was delirious from the sex already, and my pussy was still empty.
I stared at my glorious wolf-man–his broad shoulders and barrel chest covered in soft curls. The six-pack that tapered down to his glory trail. He was mine. It was hard to comprehend how lucky I was. Maybe that’s why I pushed this away–it felt too good to be true.
I twirled a lock of hair between my fingers, propping myself up on one elbow. “Are you going to give it to me hard?”
He smirked, sliding off his boxers while I drank in the size of him. “I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your name, sugar.” With a quick snap, he ripped open a condom and sheathed his cock. Then he picked up my discarded stilettos from the end of the bed and slipped them back on my feet.
I laughed.
He climbed over me, and I reached for his shoulders to pull him down. Our lips met in a smoldering kiss, with his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
“I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you in nothing but these heels all week,” he said when he let me up for air.
My lips fell open on gasp. For a week, I kept thinking I’d seen him and thought it was my mind playing tricks on me.
My eyes widened, realizing I’d been right. “You have been watching me!”
He huffed. “Watching over you. Damn straight I have. You’re my mate. It’s my job to make sure you’re safe.”