Sir.
My cock stirred in my pants.
This was a bad idea. Such a bad idea.
Twelve
Tegan
I couldn’t believe how easilythings had fallen into place. I should have just put on my big-girl pants and strolled into the gym right after the wedding. It would have saved me from a lot of sulking.
I was looking forward to spending more time with Atlas, but freaking four a.m.?
I was thinking with my lady bits and not with my actual brain.
I pulled off my leggings and crop top before struggling to free my tits from the constraints of my sports bra. These things were a form of torture, but without it I’d probably give myself a black eye.
I stepped under the shower spray and lathered my body with my bath pouf, washing away the sweat from my workout.
Atlas smelled so good today. When he came up behind me to help with my form, I got another strong whiff of him. I wanted him to rub that furry face of his between my thighs, coating me with his scent as he ate my pussy.
My soapy fingers teased the pert tips of my nipples. I moaned as I wondered what it would feel like if Atlas dragged the pointed tips of his teeth along them, giving them a sharp tug.
It would hurt so good.
My hands slid lower, over my belly and down between my legs, the tips of my fingers going straight for my clit. I swirled them over the sensitive bud, varying the pressure with each tiny circle.
“Fuck,” I groaned, the sound echoing off the tile walls.
I dipped one finger inside of me and then another, curling them in a come-hither motion against my G-spot while my thumb teased my clit.
Atlas has claws.
I wondered if he could retract them and fuck me with those long, thick fingers. Maybe if I was a good girl, he’d shove them in my mouth after the fact and force me to lick them clean.
Yeah, he would.
And I’d love every second of it.
My hips canted forward in light thrusts, driving my fingers deeper and heightening my pleasure. I could feel my orgasm creeping closer with each glide of my thumb over my clit.
“Yes. Atlas. Please. Give it to me. Please,” I begged as all my fantasies of him played out in my head.
Him pinning me against the wall, impaling me on his cock.
Me riding him while he lifted my hips with ease.
Him fucking my mouth with harsh thrusts and a clawed fist tangled in my hair.
“Gods, Atlas. Yes. Give me your cum. Give me your cum.” I wanted to taste it. Wanted him to fill my pussy with it.
That did it.
I leaned against the shower wall, moaning and riding out my orgasm as my thighs shook.
Damn.Another one.
Was I really this crazed over a wolven I’d literally just met?
