“Lower down. Yes, fuck. Good girl.”
Then he ate me out with a ruthless precision. Perhaps it was because he was determined for me to come first that he didn’t tease or taunt. He couldn’t use his hands, but his mouth and tongue were so talented, I came in record time. If there was speed pussy eating in the Olympics, Boone would definitely win Gold.
I was wilted and sated but not done. That orgasm had been a warm-up. His dick was behind me, thick and long and dripping pre-cum. His belly was coated in it.
“Ready?” I asked, which was ridiculous. He was beyond ready. He grinned, his beard was shiny, covered in my arousal.
I shifted back, came up on my knees, then sank onto him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, tugging at the knot. It held.
I felt very powerful having a guy like Boone at my mercy.
“Just feel, baby,” I told him, leaning down and kissing him, tasting myself on his lips.
I pushed up, began to move then.
“Cup those tits,” he said.
I did, and I felt him swell inside me.
Then I set my hands on the headboard and leaned over, giving him one to suck. Then the other.
I was moaning and writhing on his dick but had to sit back up. I wanted more. Harder. Deeper. I took it. Used Boone’s dick to make myself come. Watched his face–clenched jaw, flushed cheeks, wild eyes.
“You gonna come for me, big guy?” I asked, riding him.
“Yes. So close.”
“Come for me, Boone. Just let go.”
Maybe he needed the words. Maybe I’d pushed him to the point of no return.
He thrust his hips up and came on a growl, filling me with his cum until it slipped out around him. I needed more. I reached down, rubbed my clit and pushed myself over the edge again. It felt so good with him thick and hard inside me.
I’d reduced this big lumberjack, who was so strong, to a sweaty, sated mess.
I grinned. So did he.
I leaned forward to kiss him, his skin so hot against mine. “Thank you.”
He laughed. “Baby, you can tie me up anytime.”
Now, being caught in a snowstorm in the mountains with Boone didn’t feel like a trap. It felt exciting.
17
BOONE
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Having Summer in my cabin was an ecstatic experience. It also was pure torture because her honey and peaches scent filled the small space, continually riling up my wolf. He wanted non-stop sex with her. He needed to hear her scream. Feel her orgasm. Smell her arousal.
Most of all, he wanted to mark her. Especially when she’d tied me up and had her way with me. Fuck, that had been hot.
But I hadn’t figured out how to broach the topic of claiming with her. I’d moved too fast before. Now that I understood she had triggers, I had a choke collar on my wolf. When she’d suggested me being restrained while we fucked, I’d thought it had been a good idea–after she explained she hadn’t been afraid. I could be assured I wasn’t too rough. She could take what she wanted, and I sure as hell was going to come from whatever she did.
It was a start. She was so strong and brave, and it had shone through as she rode me to the most impressive orgasm of my life.
