The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 65

I know that I’m in danger, but what’s more dangerous would be turning him away now. What he promises me now is more than enough, and I would have to be an absolute idiot not to accept.

My nipples stiffen against the bra he has yet to remove. I rub my bare ass against him, eliciting more throaty growls and making his breathing grow heavier.

I draw back from him. Before he protests, I lower his pants along with his underwear and get on my knees, my palms splaying out on his thighs. I kiss the slit on the head of his cock, enjoying the first hot slickness. I dart out my tongue and lick.

The sound that comes out of him is utterly unrestrained. As my tongue playfully teases and then swirls around him, his hand tightens in my hair, fingers digging into my scalp.

“I want you in my mouth,” I manage to say before I gasp as he pushes against me, already craving deeper contact.

“Anything you want, Cassie,” he replies.

I explore the shape of his cock, sliding my lips further along. My heart beats faster when his own hands come to my face, fingers brushing away wisps of hair. He shifts his position, bringing himself closer to the edge.

I give a hard suck, toying with the edges of his sanity. He loves it just as much as I do. So, I do it again, tasting more of him.

“Do that again,” he mutters, closing his eyes.

Once more, my lips slip down along his shaft. I taste his precum on my tongue.

There’s an urgent sense in the way he goes deeper and harder.

I let his hands guide my head as he thrusts to the back of my throat. My eyelids close as Graham fucks me in the mouth.

I grip him, sliding my hands down and giving his balls a slow squeeze.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he mutters.

His powerful hands lift me up and spin me around, my naked breasts against the cold surface of the window. The friction against my pebbled nipples makes my pussy drip with more wetness.

I briefly worry about all the ant-sized people outside, but Graham doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, with one arm under my thigh, Graham starts stroking my pussy, swiping the folds aside, and sliding two fingers deep inside me.

I’m not expecting it, so I let out a lustful moan, rocking my hips back and forth, his hands alternating between pleasuring me and gripping my hips for support.

He chuckles at my responses.

I must be the reddest I’ve ever been, as I enjoy the complete waves of arousal. His hands aren’t done exploring as he grips and squeezes my buttocks while still using his fingers to send me spinning out of control.

I barely notice as Graham’s other palm trails up my lower back.

“Do it already,” I moan, my body shaking with need.

With one quick movement, his fingers slide up and tear off my bra. He tosses it on the floor, his hand tracing up my spine and wrapping around my hair.

“Stay still and close your eyes,” he commands.

With one hand wrapped around my hair, I hear the sound of him pulling off the last shreds of his clothing. The sound is followed by a tear of plastic, which I assume is the condom’s packaging. Then I feel his warm, hard dick pressed against my butt cheek.

His breath fans the column of my neck as his hand circles around my waist, and moves down between my thighs.

His fingers push into my heated core, and I think I’m going to go crazy. I bite back another moan, feeling my clit pulsing with hot electricity.

The tip of his cock presses against the entrance of my pussy and I can’t hide the needy whimper this time. I step up onto my toes and back up into him, wanting to drive myself wild.

“Be patient, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” he says.

His touches slow down, removing his fingers from me. Then I feel the soft caress of his cock again. My lower lips part themselves to welcome Graham’s erection.

The tip slips in slowly and gently.