Wolves
That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done and while I haven’t slept with a lot of men, I’ve played around more than enough. I couldn’t stop staring at him as his grip loosened around his length. He pulled and tugged and I hummed appreciatively as his jerks slowed. There was a sheen of sweat on my body, but he looked just as put together as he had when I first laid eyes on him. Obsidian eyes locked on mine before they dipped down my body taking in his work. I was covered in his warm come as I tried to catch my breath. My pussy was thoroughly fucked and the sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room as I came down from the ride he took me on.
“Are you going to sit on me all night?” He asked.
“Oh, right,” I blushed. I moved up off of him and pulled up the material so my breasts would be covered again and I put my skirt back in place. I’ve never done this before. I’ve only been with one man and that was one time. A random hook up? Yeah, that wasn’t me at all. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so to not make myself look like a complete idiot, I stood where I was. I fought the urge to bite down on my lip, it was a terrible habit and gave away my nerves.
I was trying to ignore the fact that I had found my mate, but not only that I had fucked my mate, or… been fucked by my mate. I could understand the anger and I could forgive his temper, but I would draw the line at him being rude. He may have prejudices in his head about strippers and I could understand him being upset about finding out his mate entertained men in dark VIP rooms, but I deserved respect and I wouldn’t accept anything less. At least that’s what I told myself. There was a small part of me, buried deep down that was hurting over the idea of him rejecting me.
As much as I tried to play it cool and treat him like every other client, I couldn’t help but look at him. His forearms were unbelievably attractive as they flexed on their own accord as he ran his hand through his hair. It was normal for our kind to mark their mates on the first day they meet, but he hadn’t. I was happy he hadn’t, but a part of me wondered why he hadn’t. I pushed that part back, far back. The last thing I needed was to be bound to a man I didn’t know. I would like to get to know him. My jaw dropped as my eyes locked on his hard cock. Why was he still hard?
When my gaze shifted to his face, he smirked at me with a cocky grin. He knew just how big he was and I was only stroking his ego. Turning from him, I walked toward the table and grabbed a container of wipes. We kept them in all of the VIP rooms for “accidents.” I could feel his gaze on me, but I ignored it as I pulled wipes from the container. I brought it to my skin, but before I could wipe it off, a warm wall of muscle pressed against my back. My hands trembled as I waited for him to say or do something. I closed my eyes at the feel of his hand in my hair. He wrapped it around his hand and I cried out as he yanked it hard. I had no choice but to look up at him. His hair framed his face, his lips were turned down, and even though there was anger in his eyes, he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
“You’re being rough,” I moaned.
“I am but I think you like it,” he murmured.
I stared into his eyes as he licked his lips. He wasn’t wrong. My eyes dipped to his chest. He’d gotten rid of his shirt and the feel of his skin on mine sent a shiver down my spine. He leaned down and his lips wrapped around my neck. I wriggled against him but if my ass grinding on him had an effect it didn’t show. He nipped and sucked at my neck and I reached forward to hold onto the table for balance.
My scalp prickled, but the pain was soon gone as he shoved me down onto the table. My breasts squished against the surface and I lifted my head to look back at him but he gripped my hand and pushed it back down. When I didn’t move, he kicked my legs out and I felt his hardness against my ass. Hadn’t he just come? How in the world was he already ready for round 2?
He pushed the flimsy tattered material he’d ripped earlier aside and I felt the cool air against my exposed lips. His hands gripped my arms and yanked them back behind me before sliding down to hold me tightly by the wrists. His tip pushed against my thigh and my breathing hitched. I was going to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. In this moment, I didn’t give one fuck about what would happen tomorrow. I wanted it, I wanted whatever he had to give me and I would take it however he gave it.
“Do you sleep with all of your customers, or do you only fuck the wolves?” he growled. My eyes widened at his words and I tried to find the right words to explain what I wanted to say.
“I-fuck!” I screamed as he thrusted into me hard, filling me with every inch of his hard thick cock. My cheek slid roughly against the table. He pulled out to the tip with a pop and slammed into me, making a noise that had me blushing and trying to get away. He stretched me far beyond what was comfortable. He pulled out of me and slammed back into me again, making the same sound. My eyes rolled back as he pulled out all the way and drove into me over and over again. “I-I-Goddess,” I moaned.
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