Bee's Enraged Beast - Lacey Thorn Page 0,30

her head. She was already working on her bra while I tossed her shirt to the floor. I cupped her breasts, lifting them as I dropped my mouth to cover one swollen tip. She tunneled her hands through my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp, and I swore my cock was going to break my zipper.

I moved to her other breast, giving it the same gluttonous treatment. I could spend hours sucking her nipples. Days. Years. Then I caught the scent of her lust, and there was something far more tantalizing I wanted to eat. I dropped her to her feet and went to my knees before her, making quick work of her pants and shoving them down her legs until they caught on her shoes. She was keening and moaning, when I finally managed to get one leg free and lift it over my shoulder.

God, the scent of her made my mouth water. I dove, licking from her clitoris down to her opening and back up to suck the taut bud into my mouth. She pumped her hips into my face, craving what I could give her. I pressed one arm over her hips using my fingers to hold her folds open, so I could see every luscious pink inch of her. I used my other hand to play, rimming her opening with my finger while I sucked her clit.

“Put your finger inside me, Hannibal. Please.”

I thrust the digit deep. Then did it again while I continued sucking. Her hips pumped in time with the thrust of my finger, and I added another. I brought her to orgasm then moved my mouth lower so I could drink her down, pressing my tongue inside to consume every drop. I took my time, making her come again and then a third time before my cock made me pull my mouth away.

I made quick work of removing her other shoe and finished stripping her. Then I scooped her up and tossed her into the middle of her bed. I watched her bounce in all the best ways as I jerked my shirt over my head. I tossed it aside then went to work on my jeans. Belinda was putting on quite the show while I undressed. One hand petted between her thighs while the other played with her nipples. I stood there, shaft in hand, stroking while I watched. She crooked her finger and motioned me forward.

I crawled up the bed until I covered her body, my hips forcing her legs wider until I could settle against her. Her mouth crashed up to mine as I rubbed my crown up and down her folds, coating myself in her slick juices. Our tongues dueled as I thrust deep and hard, pulling that sweet mewl from Belinda’s lips again. There was something about the sound that wrapped around my balls and gave them a squeeze.

I rode her hard, each stroke into her depths rocking me from head to toe. You’d think we hadn’t spent all last night making love in this very bed. Our need for one another was that desperate.

We rolled across the bed, switching positions at whim, discovering what each of us liked best. I think both of us seemed to prefer her on her hands and knees with me covering her from behind. Maybe, it was a wolf thing. It certainly spoke to the animal in me, and from the yelling she did, it spoke to hers, as well.

“Harder,” she panted out between breaths, and I did my best to comply.

I was learning what she liked as quickly as she decided she liked it. She’d issue a command, and I’d follow through until I knew exactly what she wanted. Harder didn’t always mean harder. Sometimes, it meant moving my body so I hit the exact spot inside her where she needed me. I didn’t just listen to her words. I followed the signals her body gave. Listened to what brought out that delicious mewl and had her hands fisting in the blankets beneath us.

“Hannibal! Hannibal! Oh, god, Hannibal!”

I drove through her orgasm, my breath pumping from my lungs as I held off my own release long enough to ensure she enjoyed every moment of hers. Only when she went boneless beneath me did I give in to the lure of pleasure. I held up her hips and pumped every inch as deep as I could go. I wanted that little boy she saw in our future. I wanted to