Free Wolf and Punishment (The Alaska Princesses Trilogy, Book 1) by Theodora Taylor Page A

stopping just an inch from her mouth.
    “Now what do I do?” she asked him.
    She could see the hesitation on his face. He felt guilty about letting her do this for some reason, but he also wanted her to pleasure him. He needed this after the argument they’d just had.
    “Okay, just move your hand up and down.”
    “Like this?” She stroked his cock and quickly became mesmerized by how easily it slid up and down on his shaft, thanks to the copious amounts of lubricant their combined lovemaking had left behind.
    “Yeah, like that. Faster though.”
    She moved her hand faster. “And does the next step involve me putting my mouth here?”
    She took the tip of him into her mouth, marveling at the feel of the bulbous head. Her tongue explored it, and she must have hit a nerve, because when she ran it around the ridge where the head met the shaft, he seized up. “Fuck, Janelle!”
    It wasn’t an admonishment.
    His hand found the back of her head and despite his earlier hesitation, he guided her, bobbing her head up and down on his length. “Yeah, just like that baby, fuck !”
    She knew she’d found the right rhythm when the hand that had been guiding her head reached over to pull her hair back, pony-tailing it behind her neck. She peeped up at him, and found she couldn’t look away.
    He was watching her. Watching her service him. And the look on his face was… she could tell he was nearly overwhelmed by the sight. But like her, he couldn’t look away.
    For a long time their eyes stayed locked, her watching him watch her: a circle of reverence so captivating that when he came, it seemed to surprise him. He yelled out and his warm ejaculate shot into her mouth and down her throat without warning.
    She didn’t stop stroking, though. She remembered how good his thumb had felt rubbing her clit as she came, and she swallowed as much as she could, appreciating the salty taste of him. But it kept coming and coming and eventually she had to take him out of her mouth. They both watched him geyser, load after load spilling onto his stomach.
    It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen, and it made her clench below, the instinct to touch herself while she watched him cum appearing in her mind like a thought that had always been there, even though she had never masturbated in her life. She rubbed at her sex helplessly, unable to believe what she was doing.
    And that only seemed to make it worse for Mag. “Oh, Janelle…” he said, shoving both his hands into his hair, his biceps bulging out as he watched her doing exactly what he’d done countless times that weekend to her. His cock spasmed in her hand, and yet another load roped out of him, joining the rest on his belly, just as her own climax arced through her.
    She had to let go of him then, her forehead falling to his thigh, her back curving up like a cat’s as she came against her hand.
    After that, she had nothing left. She collapsed unto her side, feeling like a mold of unset gelatin. Would she ever be able to talk again or even move? She had no idea, and she only vaguely registered Mag getting out of bed.
    The sound of water running came from the bathroom, and a few minutes later, he returned with a washcloth. She could feel it between her legs, warm and gentle, as he cleaned her up, like he must have already cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Then she was being lifted and resettled under the covers before he got into bed himself and pulled her into his arms, his body once again a cocoon around hers, his beating heart now a tender pattern against her ear.

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    M AG had to work hard to leave Janelle alone as she brushed her hair into a ponytail before wrapping it around into a soft bun.
    She’d already showered, and he couldn’t send her home to her parents smelling like him. Not if he wanted her to keep her promise to come back the next month after she went to Detroit to judge another pageant. But he hated that she now smelled like her expensive perfume, instead