“You want my cock?”
Another nod.
Fuck it. I’m going to hell for this, but I was probably heading that direction anyway.
“Open your mouth, kitten. Suck my cock.”
She widens her stance, a telling sign that she knows what’s coming and she’s accepting it. Bracing herself, but not to suck on my dick. She’s bracing for me to fuck her mouth. And that’s exactly what I intend to do.
Her lips part and like the impatient bastard I am, I thrust forward, filling her mouth until I reach the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag or pull away like I expect her to. Instead, she relaxes her throat, opening her mouth wider, and takes more of me in.“Jesus Christ!”
Her eyes hold mine, tears leaking from the corners, but she doesn’t let up. Her cheeks hollow out, sucking me harder while I pump my dick into her mouth.
“Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” I throw my head back, groaning.
With both hands now, I hold the back of her head, pumping into her mouth, but it isn’t enough.
A growl tears out of my throat, low and rough, my entire body tensing, but I don’t want to come in her mouth right now. I want inside her cunt. I want her pussy milking my release from me as I bury my teeth in her shoulder and force her to submit to my beast, so that’s what I’m going to have.
I grip her arms and jerk her to her feet. Wide eyes meet mine, but I don’t answer the unspoken question in them. Turning off the water, I don’t bother to dry off before I lift her out and set her down in front of the sink. I capture her mouth, my teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “Are you wet for me, kitten?”
She moans into the kiss, her body shuddering in my arms. I slip two fingers into her, pushing in deep. She gasps against my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders for support.
“So fucking wet,” I murmur against her lips. I pull out, and instead of licking her juices from my fingers like I’m craving to do, I bring them to her mouth, pressing them between her lips. I’m transfixed, watching her mouth open, seeing her eyes shutter as she tastes herself. A small moan slips past her lips and my control shatters. I need her. Now.
I turn her away from me to face the mirror, her eyes holding mine with challenge as if telling me to do my worst. Her fingers splay on the counter and I step up behind her, a firm hand on her hip, the other between her legs. Her eyes hold mine captive as I scrape my teeth over her shoulder, and I see the moment she gives herself to me as her entire body shudders in anticipation.
I line my cock up with her entrance, her wet pussy coating my head, when I realize I’m bare. Shit. I suck in a breath and hold myself immobile. Meiying presses herself back and I grind my teeth together, my hand on her hip the only thing keeping her in place and preventing me from impaling her with my cock.
“I need to grab a condom,” I bite out.
Her eyes widen with understanding, but neither of us move. Shit. Her juices drip over the head of my dick and goddamnit do I need to fuck her. The very idea walking away from her right now sends a physical stab of pain shooting straight through my cock.
“I’m on the pill,” she says, voice soft. Hesitant. “I’ve been on it since I was sixteen. I’m good.”
Thank fuck.
I nod. “I’m clean,” I tell her. Not that it’s really a concern for our kind. It just seemed like the right thing to say.
Shifters can’t contract STDs let alone any other virus or disease. The lycanthropy virus in our systems eradicates it should we ever become infected. I’ve never even heard of a shifter contracting a common cold. It just doesn't happen for us.
“Okay.”
Okay.
I press into her, watching her face for a reaction as my cock slips between her folds. She gasps, head falling back on her shoulders to expose her neck in what I’m sure is a subconscious submission, because the Meiying I know would never bare her throat to me in offering.
Without even thinking, one hand slides up her body, stopping briefly to toy with one nipple, squeeze her full breasts, before wrapping around her throat in a possessive hold.
She moans, then hisses, as I thrust into her harder. Faster. “God, you’re tight.” I bite out the words as my hips pound furiously into her. I should slow down, ease her into this. She’s got to be sore after last night, despite the Lyc-V in her system healing any injuries, but I can’t muster the control needed to pull back.
She presses her ass into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. My hand flexes on her throat, her cries getting louder. “Oh, god,” she moans, the walls of her pussy damn near strangling my cock. Her orgasm rocks through her, the scent of her need permeating the air and drawing my wolf forward. She arches her back, legs shaking, and I circle her clit, drawing out her release, demanding everything she has to give.
When her legs buckle, I push her forward, pinning her legs between me and the counter. With a hand on her back I push her down until her cheek is pressed against the mirror, her heavy breathing fogging up the glass and her tigress’s eyes are reflected back to me through her gaze in the mirror.
My pelvis slams against her ass, my cock nudging her cervix as I bury myself deep. She isn’t even trying to hold in her needy moans, which only serve to spur me on more. Her inner muscles clench around my dick, and I drive into her hard and fast, chasing my own release and grinding against her. Right as my balls draw up tight, muscles clenching, I lean forward and sink my teeth into her shoulder, pinning her down in the most primal way I can and with one final thrust and an agonizing groan, I spill my cum inside her.
My legs shake and I pull out, leaning back to stare at the mark I left on her. Already it’s healing, and I hate that there will be no lingering reminder of what we did. That I can’t mark her body as mine for others to see.
