Gwen tosses her head back and forth on the mattress and spreads her legs wide. The scent sets my body on fire. My heart races as my tongue slides across her nub and when she moans, my appetite increases tenfold.
“Oh God, I’m coming.” Her heels dig into the mattress, and she arches up.
Mindless with need, I grab her ankles, toss them over my shoulders, and grip her hips. At my initial thrust, she bites thepillowcase. After I pull out fully and sink to the bone. she flies apart, reaching the first of what I hope will be many orgasms.
Her muscles squeeze around my aching cock as I take her higher. Not wanting my tortuous pleasure to end, I exit and lower her butt to the sheets. Legs between hers, I climb up her body. When my leaking tip reaches her entrance, I slip into her tight sheath.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” As I grind against her core, she reignites.
Ah yes, my love.Her second high hits hard.
Ready, I disconnect, place her on all fours, and plunge inside her. After I slide all the way out, I wait while she pants. Giving no warning, I go all in and finger her nub.
She bucks so crazy-like, I struggle to keep up. Our urgency grows. We set an impossible pace but one we cannot stop. Soon, she muffles her orgasmic screams into the blankets. As she quivers, she kills me with a thousand spears of endorphins. A groan escapes my chest and my balls fill. No longer able to hold back, liquids burst forth in a mind-blowing explosion of pure delight.
Holy mother of God. How is it possible, after almost a year, our sex becomes ever more potent?
Chapter 33
Whether or not this story has a happy ending depends, of course, on who is reading it. Whether you are a wolf or a girl. ~Kelly Link
Axel
Long weekend over, I double-park in front of the brownstone and stretch. Although I love vacationing, I miss my bed. Someday, we’ll own a condo or perhaps move to the burbs. Right now, we call this DC garden apartment home, and it’s a relief to be back.
Impatient, my dog woofs in the seat behind me, so I grab his leash and hold it so he can see. “I hear ya, pal.”
Leaning over the cupholder, I kiss my wife. “Honey, you take Abbie inside. I’ll empty the car and find a parking place after Bear has done his business.”
My wife's soft hands cup my cheeks, eyes bright with sexual promises. “Deal.”
While my two girls skip to the front door, I sigh contentedly. Work tomorrow, but we’ve got a lifetime of ocean vacations ahead of us.
Gwen lets Abigail in the door, then races back. “Shit, I forgot my phone.”
By the time she’s halfway up the walkway, our little girl is by her side. “Mommy, there’s a monster under my bed.”
We two adults chuckle and share a smile. Our first-grader’s been adamant about finding the portal to the dream factory since watching the Disney movie at the beach.
“Hold on, sweetie. Bear can find him.” Once I unleash the beast, he barrels up the stairs into the house.
“Woof, woof, woof.”
Before I can call him back, the six-year-old races in behind him. “Wait for me.”
Without warning, the child screams, my canine growls, and a gun goes off.
Abbie? Oh, please God, no.I drop the groceries, unholster my pistol, and bolt toward the building. “Gwen, dial 911! Do not come in. You hear me?”
Now inside, I brace my firearm between both palms. Knees bent, arms outstretched, I inch nearer to my sobbing daughter.
“Wulf, kick your weapon through the door, and no one gets hurt.”Brittany Babcock?What the fuck?
“Daddy.” As Abbie’s pleas cut me to the core, I send thankful prayers to the Guy Upstairs.
Glad she’s still alive and hoping my dog is too, I place my handgun on the shiny oak floor and toe it just past the opening. “Don’t harm the girl.”
If she does, hell’s fury will be mild compared to mine.
