Shadow of the Wolf

He sighed. “I guess that means I have to be up, too.” He rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Once again she realized she was naked. It was hard to miss when his hardening cock was nudging her opening. “Geez, you’re a demanding wench.”

“Excuse mmph?” Her reply was lost when he pulled her down, kissing her like a starving man. Her traitorous body responded, bucking back with a squeal when he slapped his hand against her ass. She reared up, breaking the kiss, startled at the feral look in his eyes. “Chris?”

His gaze drifted over her, the possession in it more of a turn-on than anything she’d ever experienced before. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

She licked her lips, her body trembling at the command. The expression on his face, a feral need directed solely at her, would have been terrifying on another man.

On him it was hotter than hell.

She bent, and turned, and presented her ass to him, straddling his body. His cock was at her lips, bobbing gently, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Suck it.”

She leaned down and licked the drop, tasting the salty sweetness, savoring the flavor.

She took the head into her mouth, her head bobbing gently, more and more of him slipping between her lips until her nose was buried in the wiry curls at the base of his cock.

His knees bent, his hands stroking over her ass. “Eat my cock, little witch.” He smacked the globe of her ass, making her moan around the hot flesh in her mouth. “Suck it until I tell you to stop.”

She dragged her mouth up his cock, stopping long enough to lash the head with her tongue before once again taking him to the root.

“That’s it, Lana.” He smacked her ass again, making her tremble. “You like that, little witch?”

She didn’t respond, too busy loving his cock.

He gently thrust up, showing her the rhythm he wanted. Every now and then a smack would land on her ass, making her shake and quiver.

No one had ever spanked her before, not like this. The urge to beg him to take her was beginning to override the need to taste his cum.

“You want me to fuck you, Lana? You want me inside you?”

She was nodding before he’d finished, sucking extra hard on the head of his cock.

“Fuck! Stop, Lana!” His hand landed one more time on her ass. “Move to the edge of the bed and grab the footboard. Whatever you do, do not let go. You hear me?”

She nodded weakly, making her way to the foot of the bed. She was so ready for him she was trembling.

She felt him get to his knees behind her and grabbed the footboard blindly. “You want this?” The head of his cock stroked between her pussy lips. “Say you want this, Lana.”

“Fuck me, Chris.”

The head slipped in, stretching her. “Don’t move those hands.” His body bowed over hers, his cock settling into her, his hands coming to rest next to hers. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. She had the feeling she’d have another mark before they were done.

And then he began moving, and there was nothing gentle about it. It was a raw fucking, taking and taking her over and over again, the slap of his hips against her sore ass making her buck back into him. She wanted this, wanted his passion, his need for her overriding everything else.

His knuckles were white. “Such a good little cocksucker.” He shifted his knees, changing the angle, and there it was, that spot inside her that made her pussy weep with joy. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

She began fucking back, thrusting into him, praying he would move faster. She groaned in approval when he picked up speed. “Wanna come?”

She nodded, too breathless to speak.

One large hand left the headboard, drifting over her breasts and down her stomach until his fingers grazed her clit. “Come for me.”

He stroked her, his balls slapping against her wetness, his cock practically setting her pussy on fire. With a low, throaty groan she came, her back arching, her muscles quivering, stars dancing behind her eyes.

He pounded into her once, twice, and then he was coming too, moaning her name in her hair.

Lana let go of the footboard. Her entire body slumped, sated beyond belief.

He had to be the absolute best fuck she’d ever had. That he’d spanked her like that should have fazed her a bit, but the thought that her wolfman liked his sex rough once in a while didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she’d gotten off on it big time. We’ll have to explore that more later. Much later. After I recover from this time.

He curled up around her, almost purring with contentment. “Finding you has got to be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

She smiled, the soft kisses he peppered her neck with sending a shivery feeling down her spine. “Chris?”

“Hmm?”

“I have to go to work.”

“Call. Out.”

“No.”

“Lana,” he whined.

She tried to pull out of his arms. “This is what you get for liking morning sex. Night time sex we have time to cuddle. Morning sex and I have to log in to work.”

“Aw, man.” He let her go, waiting until she stood to right himself on the bed. He grabbed her pillow and burrowed into it. “Make coffee. Please?”

“Sure thing, wolfman.” She reached down and kissed his cheek. “Go back to sleep, Chris.”

“Mm-hmm.” He snuggled down and was soon breathing softly, his big body relaxed into the bed. She took a moment to study him when he couldn’t see it, couldn’t comment on it. Broad, muscular shoulders covered in sleek, golden skin, dipped down temptingly into a narrow waist barely covered by the sheet.

She stared at that sheet for a moment, but couldn’t help herself. She lifted the edge of the sheet. God, he was so beautiful she still couldn’t believe he wanted her. Her fingers were itching to do some walking over the tempting man-flesh, but she couldn’t do that.

She had to go to fucking work.

Soon? her libido whined. Please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

Lana settled the blanket back around his waist and tiptoed into the bathroom.

Shutting the door, she banged her forehead against it repeatedly. A vision of him covered in whipped cream tried to take root in her brain. If she didn’t get it out she’d crawl back into that bed and take severe advantage of his naked hospitality. Again. At this rate her pussy would be fucked raw before the weekend!

“Lana? You okay?”

His sleepy, rumbly voice had her insides quivering. The concern she heard threatened to melt her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just … banged something.”

There was a pause. “Oh. You sure?”

Damn it, he has to be sweet, too. “I’m sure.”

“M‘kay.”

“Go back to sleep, Chris.”

“Mm.”

She turned on the taps and grabbed her toothbrush. It wasn’t until she was spitting the toothpaste down the sink that she even realized it was her toothbrush.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom and headed for the closet. There, her clothes hung neatly side by side with his. Her shoes lined the floor, her underwear sharing drawer space with his.

She couldn’t even be upset about it. He’d obviously done this late last night after he’d gotten back from his run with Gareth. She’d been so tired she’d barely heard him coming into the room. He had to have been even more tired than she’d been, yet he’d still taken the time to carefully hang her clothing. He was such a