Free Sly by Jayne Blue

tracing his powerful forearms and the black silhouette of a howling wolf’s head over his perfectly cut left pectoral muscle.  
    As he worked his belt loop, I stood and clasped the zipper at my back. I had the same trouble as I did last night. I turned and Sly’s hands were on me. He traced my hips with his fingers, making me suck in a hard breath. Then he slowly drew the zipper down and my dress fell from my shoulders.  
    I turned back to face him and sank down to the bed, letting the dress slide down the rest of the way until I lay before him in nothing but my black strapless bra and lace panties.  
    He took a step back and stepped out of his jeans, letting me take in the perfection that was the body of Sly Cullinan. He was huge and hard and he stroked himself. His cock was thick, with corded veins and I wanted it.  A fresh wave of heat shot through me. I grew wet, felt my hips undulate unbidden. My head was out of the picture; my body betrayed me as he stood over me and my panties became soaked.  In another moment he would see for himself if I let this go any farther.  
    I could stop it. Somehow, I knew in my heart Sly was not a man to force himself on me.  But then I’d be lying to myself. He was here because I wanted this. I shouldn’t, but for now none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was how badly my sex ached for him. I wanted him inside me, filling me, driving away all thought from my head.  
    “Come here,” he said, his voice commanding and husky with lust.  
    And I did. I throbbed for him. I knew I’d do anything he asked of me, anything, and beg him for more. If he’d only bend me over, drive that long, hard dick deep inside me and fuck me senseless.  
    And that’s exactly what he did.  
    I turned my back to him and bent low, raising my ass in offering to him. I was wicked and shameless, wanting desperately to let go. Let him own me, if just for now. He put his hands at my hips and dragged my panties down to my knees. From this angle, I knew he could see everything. The air shifted and I knew he took a step back. I looked up, catching the scene in the mirror above the bureau on the other side of the room.  
    God. I was shameless. Sly looked at me with raw lust and it drove me even closer to the edge. With my panties still around my knees, I spread my legs as wide as I could, then lowered myself down to the bed, resting my chin on my hands. I arched my back. In the mirror, I could see Sly stroke himself as he looked at me. And there I was, stretched out, with my ass in the air. My sex clenched and throbbed; moisture pooled between my legs then ran down and glazed my thighs.  
    And he could see it. All of it. His eyes flashed as I squirmed before him, begging silently with the sway of my hips, the pulsing of my most sensitive flesh. All of it was an open invitation for him to claim me.  
    “Please!” And then I begged for real. “I want you so bad.”  
    Sly cocked his head to the side as I kept my eyes on his in the mirror. He reached out and ran a single finger down my slick folds, resting it on my sensitive bud. I shuddered and cried out. He took another finger and spread my lips apart, letting a gush of my juices flow out. He groaned.  
    “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered. “I want you to watch yourself. Watch me fuck you.”  
    He stroked me with those skilled fingers and I gyrated, pumping my hips back and sideways. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead into the bedspread.  
    “Look at yourself,” he said. He gave me a light slap on the ass with his free hand. I looked up. Sly’s eyes met mine in the mirror again. His mouth curved into a lustful smile as he worked me with his fingers.  
    “Look at you,” he said again. “Do you want me?”  
    “Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”  
    “You’re so perfect. I think this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”  
    He tapped my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I shuddered to