“Oh dear God.”
When I had my tongue inside her, I snarled, letting my tongue vibrate against her walls. Rey’s pussy fluttered, a butterfly to my beast, and she screamed her orgasm. Her chest rose up and down, her hair a mess around her face. I gave her a minute, ran a hand down her back, and licked my canines. I massaged the backs of her thighs. Her knees gave out, and she slid down to the floor with me, her ass right between my legs. Her back warmed my front, so I arranged her again how I wanted to mount her.
I locked her body between my knees. She braced her hands on the edge of the bed and leaned toward it, already knowing how I liked to fuck. This was good. Beaded with sweat, her back rose up and down as she breathed. I licked her shoulder and slowly removed her plug to replace it with my cock. Rey didn’t protest. She rested her cheek on the mattress, closed her eyes, and sighed. I wanted her to be putty in my hands, relaxed and aroused and mad about me. I wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. I was crazy about her.
When her shoulders slouched and her breaths evened, I slid slowly in and out of her ass. To get her mind away from the pain when my cock stretched her hole, I started braiding her hair. “You’ve not bought anything for yourself. I left you money, and it’s still there. We got money, baby, buy whatever you want. You don’t have to sit at home all day. Take the bike, go places. The day is yours. What’s the matter? You miss home?”
She took her tits into her hands. Her tits were big, her hands small, so I helped her, brought her back to my front and moved her head to rest the back of it on my shoulder. She braced her hands on my thighs and nestled on my cock. I pushed forward with my hips while kneading her titties. I pinched her nipples.
“I don’t miss home,” she said between my slow thrusts. “I like it here.”
“You don’t know how to cook, is that it? They lied to me, said you owned your shit in the kitchen. I don’t mind, but I wanna know if your uncle lied to me so he’d rip more money from me. I fucking hate when people are lying to me.” I picked up my pace, gripped her collar. “Baby, are you lying to me?”
Rey said nothing.
I reached around her and teased her clit.
Her hand found mine, and we teased it together.
“Something’s wrong here and I’m gonna figure it out.” I bit her neck and groaned when she stilled. Yeah, I liked that. I wound my hands around her and jerked my hips into her ass. “I’m addicted to you. I think about you all day, and I wonder what you’re doing, why you don’t call me, text me, ask me how I am.”
“More, Jamie, more.”
“You are mine, and I am yours. That’s how this works.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours,” she chanted, and with one final thrust, I spilled inside her.
We fell to the side.
I hugged her closer.
Chapter Ten
Rey
Something rough touched my cheek. I turned my head away and patted for Jamie next to me. The pillow was cold. I listened for the shower. The house was quiet. I sprawled all over his side and inhaled his beast scent from the pillow. “Mmm,” I mumbled. My pillow smelled almost the same as his. At the grocery store, I’d get my peach shampoo and double up on the conditioner. I was lucky my hair hadn’t nested in places by now since Jamie didn’t use conditioner, and I needed it or my curls would knot.
Next, I stretched across the bed and reached for the thing on his nightstand. After last night, I understood Jamie better. I juggled a pair of heavy, smooth, oval-shaped balls in my hand. No, not balls, eggs. They were heavy eggs with a string joining them together. One egg was larger than the other. Now that I knew about the butt plug, I had a good idea of what Jamie wanted. He played sexy games with me, thinking about me walking around the house with things shoved up my hole or both holes, so that when he came home, I’d be crazy with want, horny as hell. Jamie enjoyed sex. I enjoyed sex with him. It tied us together.
I clicked the eggs and resolved to fit them inside me awhile before he got home. Not that I needed to be reminded of his presence when he wasn’t home. I thought about him too. The way he tucked me in at night, caging my body with his before he dozed off to sleep, was my favorite time with him. Last night, after Jamie had slept, I let the silence fill the distance between us. I listened to him breathing, and when it got shallow and steady, I touched him everywhere. My fingertips explored all the muscle I couldn’t see, and I imagined Jamie’s back or even his chest had a wolf tattooed on it.
I imagined the wolf’s lips were pulled back in a snarl. Jamie was protective, a provider, and if he’d named himself “Wolf,” he must be a loyal, glorious beast. All hard muscle and big cock that stood proud and curved up to end in a wide tip. The beasts loved marking their bodies. He must have tattoos, colors on his chest and arms, meaningful memories from the past I wanted to know everything about. And I knew he had sharp claws, though they didn’t hurt me.