Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt Page A

vagina grasping at him, wanting to suck him into her body.
    Mine, mine, mine, pounded through her brain as she rode his erection to completion.
    Jesse reached behind her to turn off the water and slowly lowered her legs to the floor. A scattered thought pierced her mental fog.
    “You didn’t…I mean….”
    “No, darlin’, but don’t you worry. I’m saving it for something special.”
    In what seemed like seconds, he had them both dried off and on the bed, arranging her on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her wide-spread legs, his big, warm hands resting on the cheeks of her buttocks, his thumbs pulling apart the lips of her pussy. Already she could feel the trickle of her arousal seeping from her tissues.
    Jesse inhaled. “Mmmm. Sweetest scent in the world, darlin’.”
    And then his tongue swept the length of her slit, leaving a trail of fire as it moved up and down. With the tip, he scooped the rich cream running from her, his warm breath like a thousand feathers on her tender skin. When he plunged his stiffened tongue inside her, she automatically pushed back at him, clenching her vaginal muscles to lock him in place. He dragged his tongue back out, teasing her as he left her empty once more.
    “Jesse, please,” she begged. The one orgasm in the shower had merely whetted her appetite. Now, she need more. Harder. Longer.
    His lips brushed the line where buttocks met her thighs as his fingers scooped her juices from her cunt. “Time for your treat now, darlin’. Your turn to feel that hunger.” He licked the cheeks of her ass. “Remember how good this felt the first night, Alexa? You loved the feel of my cock in your ass, didn’t you?”
    “Yesss.” The word hissed from her mouth, every nerve leaping to attention and quivering in anticipation.
    “Then get ready, darlin’. Here we go.”
    He spread her juices around the tightly puckered rosebud of her anus then slid one finger inside, moving it back and forth.
    Alexa’s stomach clenched, her pussy clenched, heat suffused her skin, and her breasts felt as if tiny arrows were pricking them. There wasn’t an inch of her body inside and out that wasn’t hot for this invasion.
    Slowly, Jesse slid a second finger in next to the first and began to scissor them gently, stretching her. His penetration was easier tonight than it had been that first time. Alexa began to rock against his hand, silently begging for more. Then she felt his fingers slip out and the broad head of his cock pressed against the muscles, pushing, pushing, until pop! And he was inside her.
    “Do you know what it felt like to have your finger up my ass?” His voice didn’t even sound as if it belonged to him. “You hit the hot spots, Alexa. I thought my dick would take off on its own.”
    His words were pushing her further and further toward the edge. She gritted her teeth to keep from coming at once, struggling to absorb the strange sensations racing through her body.
    “And then,” he went on, “I thought, Holy shit! This is what it felt like when I fucked your ass before. I remembered your sweet little body and your oh so tempting little hole. The feeling when it clutched around my cock like a steel glove. This is where I brand you, darlin’. As mine. All mine.”
    Jesse snaked one arm around her waist and reached between her legs to pinch her clit. He placed his lips close to her ear.
    “I’m gonna give you the ride of your life, darlin’.”
    And he did. Even more than the first time. His shaft felt enormous inside the hot tunnel of her ass. His fingers on her clit were like pressure on a faucet as liquid poured from her in a steady stream. She was mindless with the sensation of it, pushing back hard with her hips, riding that roller coaster one click at a time as she strained to reach the top of the rails.
    “Ready to come again, aren’t you, darlin’?” His voice at her ear was hoarse and uneven, his body hot and sweat-slicked against her back.
    “God, yes.” She