TailWind by Charlotte Boyett-Compo Read Free Book Online Page A

that tugged at his full lips was pure evil intent. “Don't say I didn't warn you,” he growled.
    Blaez dragged his tongue from the bottom of her cleft upward and then along each fold. He licked at the tender insides of her thighs then stabbed the tip into her sheath. Her fingers had tightened in his hair and her hips were arched up to give him free reign. He lapped at her warm moistness again—and still again—before slipping his middle finger into her anus and his thumb into her cunt.
    "Sweet Merciful Alel!” Rozenn cried out. Her body was on fire with a need she could never have imagined. She was panting as he worked his fingers in and out of her, all the while slathering her with that wicked tongue.
    The werewolf could feel the tension building in his lady and he didn't want her to come on his fingers. He wanted her to feel the full depth of his cock—the hardness of it, the length of it—and the spurt of his cum filling her hot sheath. He knew she wasn't that far from a climax and he wanted to prolong it for a bit longer.
    "No!” Rozenn complained when he withdrew his fingers but had to bite her lower lip when he pushed up and over her and put his delicious shaft at her entry.
    "Rather have my fingers and tongue, wench, or do you want a big, bad wolf pumping into that sweet little cunt?"
    She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down atop her, reveling in his weight, in the heat of his body, in the stiffness of him as he rammed his tool deep inside her. “Give me what you got, wolfie!” she ordered.
    He thrust hard enough inside her to push her upwards along the floor.
    "Aye!” she shouted, arching up to meet him thrust for thrust.
    The slap of their bodies against one another was an aphrodisiac in itself. His grunts, her whimpers of delight—their combined gasps as the sweet little pulsations began deep within her and spiraled up faster and faster until she was screaming his name, digging her nails into his back and her heels into his ass. His hands were beneath her and he lifted her higher to thrust deeper, harder and at the moment he came, he held her still and let her feel the entire quivers of his cock buried within her.
    Together they came down from that decadent high and he collapsed atop her, his cheek against her sweaty breast, his warm breath blowing over one turgid nipple. She had lowered her legs to slide them along side his and had wrapped her arms around his shoulders. For a long time they lay there trying to get their breathing under control, to bask in the precious afterglow of the great pleasure they had given one another.
    "Wolfie?” she finally asked.
    He sighed and raised his head to look up at her sweet face. “Whatie?"
    She grinned. “Did I tell you I have cellulite on my ass?"
    THE END

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