“Wait,” he said.
He held the back of her head with one hand, and stroked the cock a few times with the other. His body tightened in front of her. He groaned, deep in his throat. He pointed the head of the cock right at her face, less than a foot away.
Suddenly, a shot of cum burst out. It streaked across her cheek and the side of her head. It was hot against her skin. She tried to pull away, but he gripped her head by the hair and held her steady. He fired another shot. It hit her on the right cheek, just below her eye. She could not pull away. He fired another one. It hit her forehead. He still had more cum. He pulled her face close now and dripped it on her. It was on her chin, on her cheeks, on her nose. He rubbed his hose on her wet face. She lifted her face to him, the better to rub it all over her.
When he was done, he leaned back, as if to admire his handiwork.
“Your face is a mess.”
She put a hand to her cheek. It came away with the white hot cum on her fingers. She looked at it. She looked up at him. It had never been like his before. “That was so hot,” she whispered.
She touched the sticky mass on her cheek again. It seemed that nearly her whole face was glazed with it. She pulled her hand away and the goo stretched from her face to her fingertips, a thin, sticky bridge of the Wolf’s cum dangling down.
“Oh, Red,” the Wolf said. His breath came in gasps. “We’re going to be very good friends, you and I.”