Submission to the Wolf (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Alpha Male Erotic Romance)

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my whole body. He kissed up my neck, over my soft cheeks, and finally captured my lips with his.
     
    I’d always been such a careful girl. I couldn’t believe what I was doing now… Here I was, kissing a man I’d just met!
     
    And I was loving it—I was loving every second of it. I wanted more; I wanted more of this man. That was all I could think about as I tugged at his lips with my own, my tongue dueling his for dominance.
     
    Suddenly, his hands were under my apron. They were undoing my pants. My eyes widened as he slid them down, along with my panties, leaving me butt naked right there in the diner.
     
    “Wisdom, wait,” I said, breathlessly. His fingers ran over my thighs and I sighed, shuddering with delight.
     
    “I want to taste you,” Wisdom whispered. “I’ve wanted to taste you ever since I walked in.”
     
    “T-taste me?”
     
    “Of course… You’ve never had a man lick you, have you?” As if to emphasize what he was about to do, he licked his lips, lasciviously, and the anticipation sent a chill up my spine. Now, naturally, I’d heard my girlfriends talk about being eaten out but I’d never experienced it for myself…
     
    I stepped out of my clothes and Wisdom lifted me up onto the counter as if I weighed nothing. I blushed and put my palms over my crotch, covering my sex, hiding it from him. I met his eyes and his steady, determined gaze won me over. Ever so slowly, I removed my heads and thrust my hips forward, my pussy on display, covered with a light dusting of auburn hair.
     
    Wisdom knelt between my legs and began to kiss up my thighs, kissing over my tender skin.
     
    I sighed in delight at his mouth, his tongue on my soft, sensitive skin. I yelped when he nipped me and whimpered as he would get close to my aching core and then, teasing me, kiss away, back down my thighs.
     
    “Please, Wisdom, I want it,” I whined. “I want you to… To taste me.”
     
    “In due time, Kelly,” he whispered huskily. I could feel his scratchy, unshaved face running along my thighs and it tickled deliciously.
     
    “But I want it now!” I said, playfully pushing his head down, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Lick me, beast boy.”
     
    “As you wish,” he said, finally, and I threw back my head in delight when I felt his mouth make contact with my pussy.
     
    I let out another shriek, this time of delight, as his tongue slid over my wet lips, sliding inside of me and thrilling me. His tongue was long—almost inhumanly long. I had noticed it only a little bit when I was kissing him but now, it was all the more apparent.
     
    I sighed and closed my eyes as he licked me, whimpering and shaking as his mouth moved over my pussy, sucking at my wet folds, his tongue invading my hole, working its way inside and lapping at my juices.
     
    “Oh, god, it’s so good… Just like that, Wisdom,” I whimpered. I pressed my hips forward, urging him to lick me further, urging him to lick me deeper. “Eat it, you beast,” I groaned.
     
    He chuckled and for a second, I found myself second guessing what I was doing. Who the hell was this man I had between my legs? Should I be letting him do this?
     
    On the other hand, I was tired of being a good girl. I was tired of only having creepy old truckers give me a second look at the diner. I had earned this handsome stranger between my legs, I decided, and I was going to take my reward.
     
    “Oh, god, yes!” I moaned, pushing his face further into my pussy, pressing my clit into his nose. He began to eat me ravenously, like a wolf digging into its prey. Yes, his prey—I felt like his prey and I loved it. I wanted to be his prey. I wanted to be devoured by this handsome “beast”—whatever that meant. I didn’t care what it meant. All I cared about was his hungry lapping, the grunts I made in time with his ragged, husky breathing.
     
    “Oh my god,” I all but screamed. “Wisdom, I’m cumming!”
     
    His hungry attack on my clit

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