Free Werewulf Journals 3: Hungry Pleasures by Camille Anthony

her.
    Faster.
    Harder, his fingers plumbed her depths.
    In and flick! In and flick! In and flick!
    Cold air wafted across her chest. Kaila looked down, astounded to see her large breasts exposed to Rickard’s salacious gaze. “Hold your sweatshirt out of the way,” he ordered, voice gone guttural in his focused lust.
    Trembling hands clutched the edge of her top, lifted it higher until she’d bared the tops of her breasts. Her pecan-brown nipples rose amid the darker circle centered on her café-au-lait mounds.
    “Yess!” He hissed his pleasure at the sight. A second later, his head snaked down, full lips opening over a jutting nipple. The hot, moist cavern of his mouth enclosed her; his teeth clamped like a vise around the erect, tight nubbin. His cheeks hollowed as he applied hot, forceful pressure to the sensitive tip, suckling her, drawing hard on the morsel he’d captured, flicking across the distended crest with quicksilver darts of his tongue.
    Drowning under the intense stimulation, racing toward a pinnacle she’d never climbed, Kaila locked her hands behind Rickard’s head and clung for dear life. “Oh…oh…oh,
    something is happening to me!”
    With a growl that rasped across already over-stimulated nerves, Rickard drew back his head, allowing the tip of her breast to fall from his lips. Chest rising and falling with his Werewulf Journals 3: Hungry Pleasures

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    labored breathing, he rested his forehead on hers. Eyes closed, he held there a moment. Then his hand gathered one of hers, led it down to where his cock surged beneath the cloth of his dress slacks. Guiding her fingers, he wrapped her palm around his hard girth. “Desire doesn’t get any more real than this, Kaila. Believe me when I say I find you very desirable.”
    Dropping a kiss on her forehead, he pulled away, leaving her cold and forlorn. “And
    respect and loyalty doesn’t get any harder than this!” A self-mocking quirk tilted his lips as he moved her convulsing hand away from his penis.
    His words confused her. His actions dismayed her. He wasn’t going to fuck her?
    Rickard probably read her questions in her eyes, on her face, because he brushed the
    back of his hand over her left cheek. “Today, I am only going to watch you come. I will not fuck you…today.”
    Her words warbled because her mouth shook so much. “I don’t understand.”
    He sighed. When he spoke, he sounded angry. “I barely understand it myself,
    liebchen.” Half leading her, half carrying her, he guided her back to the loveseat, eased her down on the plush cushions. “Open your legs for me, sweetness.”
    With a docile obedience she was hard-pressed to understand, Kaila spread her knees,
    allowing Rickard to settle between her splayed thighs. She lay quiescent, still as stone as he folded her sweatshirt out of the way and widened the opening of her shorts. Her nipples beaded under his hooded gaze. “Caramel corn,” he teased, “my favorite.”
    He fell to her, agile hands plumping her mounded flesh, fingers tweaking and flicking her beaded nipples. Soon, she was moaning and squirming beneath him, her passions quickly re-aroused to the flashpoint they’d reached before. Mouth still working her nipples, he sent one hand seeking beneath the band of her cut-offs. She mewled as his broad palm smoothed the thick, tangled bush covering her fleshy, dark mound.
    Three fingers thrust past her narrow opening, forced their way high in her clasping
    channel. Her hips flew off the sofa, chasing the lightning of his touch. His body held hers open as his hand pumped between her thighs, driving his fingers in and out, in and out of her wet core. Slurping, slapping sounds of flesh striking flesh filled her ears as her body sought to hold his ramming fingers deep within.
    Growling around her nipple, Rickard ordered, “Now, liebchen! You will come for me,
    now!”
    “Oh my God…unhh…oh, yes…yes!” Knees falling to the side, Kaila’s hips surged
    upward,