The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 39

His cock presses against the pants that seem to be getting too tight around it. My pussy moistens, getting ready.

Is this really happening? Am I about to have sex with the hottest alpha boss in the world? Maybe I am a bit naïve, but this kind of thing happens to other people. Not me.

So where am I right now? And how did I manage it?

And if this is indeed real, will I have regrets later? Am I about to make a giant mistake?

My doubts fly out of the window when Graham unzips his pants, and his shaft is all glorified and unrestrained.

My jaw drops. It’s not my first time seeing his cock, but damn, he’s at full blast now. The guy is huge. Insanely so. And, I admit, I was right all along about him having a mouth-watering cock. It’s a gift. Honestly, what have I done right in my life to deserve this?

Fuck it.

He pushes his pants down to his knees, shrugging them off his feet. As he comes up to me, it’s clear that there will be no more room left for second-guessing, not unless I verbally protest my unfulfilled arousal.

Graham pulls me against him, kisses my mouth, and undoes my bra with a flick of his wrist. No, he doesn’t undo it. He tears it apart…with his claw?

The sound of silk ripping fills my ears, followed by a gasp that escapes my throat. Without even saying a word, he tells me to be quiet. Well, not really, but…who cares.

Once the bra is discarded, I can’t really complain. The burning flesh of his strong chest feels soothing against my full breasts.

I feel his erection pressing against my belly, the engorged flesh of his shaft almost scorching my skin.

As I place my hands on his shoulders, his thumbs caress my cheeks. “Let me,” he whispers against my lips. His hands slide to my ass. I arch my back instinctively. His groan tickles my lips.

I’m breathing on his mouth, feverishly now, as if I was running a marathon, panting and anxious, wanting to cross the finish line. The sound of his fingers undoing my pants sends a jolt of anticipation through my body. Impatient, I wriggle to get free of them.

We find a position that finally gives me some room to move. I manage to kick them off as Graham explores the contours of my legs. With one fluid movement, I get back on the bed and pull him on top of me.

Warm, soft lips meet mine in a gentle motion that makes my knees weak. The effect is stronger as our tongues find each other. But for once, I’m going to play it my way.

I won’t lie on my back and spread my legs, wanting to be done. In fact, the need to devour Graham becomes the only rational thought in my head.

He said it himself. It’s fuck or be fucked.

Well, right now, I want to fuck.

So, I push him onto his back, feeling his thighs with the palms of my hands. I trace his abs with the tips of my fingers, making him hiss.

My tongue follows the trail of my fingers until I reach the top of his shaft, and it twitches up in joy, ready to be taken in. The smell is so manly, so musky, that I lick my lips.

All of Graham. All of him. I will.

He wraps my hair around his hand and fists it, giving me space to let my tongue loose. As I suck on his cock, an intense, vibrating growl leaves his throat.

It’s not a very familiar sensation, not a new one either. Yet it’s just so inebriating, intoxicating. His body and mine, the smell and taste of him, all those pieces coming together create a sensation so unique and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Even though I don’t know how to do this well, Graham responds in a way that can only be described as visceral and primal.

As if proving my point, he pulls at my hair and growls. “Cassie. Stop.”

He didn’t call me Cassidy.

He’s at my mercy for once.

But it will pass soon, so I take his cock in. He writhes underneath me. The muscles in his belly and thighs tense. The taste in my mouth changes, stronger now, saltier and muskier.

“Cassie,” he warns with a low growl, but my efforts double as I suck his flesh all the way in.