that she was straddled over him.
“Kiss me, Molly.” She shook her head , and he moved to her neck, where her pulse was beating so quickly it was hard to see it. “I want to drink from you here. I want to taste your blood as it slides down the back of my throat. You’ll come then. Tighten your pussy around my cock so that I’ll have no choice but to follow you.”
“You don’t want me.” He nipped at her throat and felt her rock over his cock. He was hard, so hard that he needed to free himself or hurt for a long time.
“I do want you. I’ve been thinking about you since I left you last night, and all I can think about is making you mine.” He nipped harder at her throat and tasted blood. It wasn’t a lot but enough to make a connection between the two of them. He pulled her over his cock again and rolled her hips up and down as he ran his free hand up her shirt to cup her breast.
“Randy, you have to stop. Anyone could see us.” She didn’t tell him to stop because she didn’t want this, and that encouraged him. Standing up, he moved to the counter and sat her on it. Before she could protest, he pulled her shirt off over her head and then buried his face between her breasts.
“I want to suckle at your nipples.” She curled her fingers into his hair, and he licked a path over the curve of her breasts as they spilled from the top of her bra. “I want to see how pink your nipples are, then make them harden for my mouth.”
He pulled her bra off and stepped back to look at his bounty. They were fuller than he’d thought, and he wondered if she would go braless for him. Lifting one of the heavy orbs, he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked just the tip while he worked at her snap and zipper with his free hand. He had to taste her.
Her jeans came off more easily when she lifted her hips up. He reached for his own zipper when she leaned back against the cabinets, panting. As she lay before him in her panties, he could smell her. She was his, and he was going to take her. Pulling her head to his, he kissed her. His cock was so hard he knew that as soon as he entered her he was going to blow his wad. But that’s not what he wanted to do. Not yet anyway. Stepping back, he nearly smiled when she whimpered.
“I’m going to feast on you.” He r nod made him smile. “You’re going to come down my throat, and when I’ve had enough, though I’m not sure that’s possible, I’m going to fuck you right here and mark you with my cum.”
“Please?” He grabbed the chair behind him more as something to hold him up than to sit in, but realized the advantage almost immediately. Pulling it to her, he sat down and opened her legs. Her bright yellow panties were all that was between him and his meal, and they were soaking wet.
Moving the tiny scrap of lace out of his way, Randy slipped his finger through her wet curls. The heat coming from her was enough to burn him, but he was ready for the fire. Taking his fingers to his mouth, he sucked them clean of her, moaning as he cleaned her from him. Running his hands up her thighs, he slid them under her panties and tore them from her. He spread her wide open for him and suckled her clit into his mouth. Christ, she tasted better than he ever imagined she would.
He fucked her with his tongue, filling his mouth with as much of her cream as he could. She danced over his mouth, sliding her hips up and down until he had to hold her still while he ate. Her pussy was trimmed clean, her pretty little nether lips were bare of her hair, and he found that he loved tasting her this way. As he slid his fingers into her, he heard her cry out and touched her again. Then when she cried out, his mouth was flooded with her hot juices. He drank from her as quickly as he could, not wanting to miss a single drop of her. When she pulled his head away from her, he looked at her, his wolf right on the edge.
“ Fuck me.” He had to think about what she was saying, and when she