He comes almost immediately.
I don't stop. His body is loose and pliant, lying there with cum glossing his chest.
I lick it, taking his nipple in my mouth. “Oh fuck,” he grunts.
I still don't stop. “That's not—safe word—baby, you want me to stop?” I huff.
“Fuck no,” he says.
His dick lets out another spurt as I fuck into him again and again. His grunts turn into loud moans. Heavy breathing, the sound of our bodies slapping, and his moans fill the entire room.
I jackhammer into him, chasing my release.
He pulls my head down until we’re sharing the same air.
“Fuck, Matt, you really were holding out on me,” he laughs, his voice broken.
“You have no idea,” I whisper against his lips. I shove my tongue into him.
Finally, I still. A tingle runs up my spine, and I come.
“I'm going to fill you up again and again until you can't walk for days. You're going to regret this, you little tease.” I growl low, my dick already half hard.
Chapter Twenty Four
Oliver
“Are you hard again?” I ask, already knowing the answer, my hole clenching against his swiftly growing hardness.
“Werewolf refractory period,” he explains, like that makes any sense. He gently brushes a stray hair on my forehead back. “Don't worry, we'll get you working on your stamina.” He lightly taps my cheeks, his voice teasing.
I narrow my eyes. I know my entire body is already red. “Just because I can't carry an entire tree six floors up doesn't mean—Fuck,” I groan as he thrusts into me.
When I open my eyes again, he's looking at me, hungry. He starts thrusting, slow but deep. I feel trapped, but my dick must love it because it’s half hard again. I've never seen it this interested after being fucked within an inch of my life. Ever.
Matt sets a slow rhythm and tucks his head into my neck, taking deep breaths.
He maintains the pace, my dick hard now. A record.
His lips move over me, his stubble rough against my heatedskin. Everything feels bright, liquid. I’m a mess of groans and loose muscles.
He suddenly pulls out of me.
I protest with a loud groan. He ignores me.
He flips me over like I weigh nothing. It shouldn't be this easy to move a grown man! He pulls my ass up. Having arranged me to his satisfaction, Matt pushes into me again.
I bury my face into the mattress. I’d try to prop myself up on my elbows, but I can't make my body still enough to get up. He pistons into me, growling low. I crave to see those golden eyes again.
I turn my head to look at his crumpled face, muscles tight and tense.
I want to touch him, and my dick wants some attention. But his thrusts are getting harder, deeper. If not for his tight grip on my hips, my head would have hit the bedpost long ago.
The idea that his fingers will leave a mark excites my cock. It leaks a stream of precum.
But he’s completely ignoring my dick. He moves a hand over my back. “You don’t get to come now, sweetheart,” his voice all growl now.
“Fuck, I wanna,” I try to breathe out.
