Page 17 of Baiting the Werewolf

My jaw drops as I watch him stare at my boxer briefs that now have a giant wet spot in the front. Heat pools deep in my stomach. Out of embarrassment? Horniness? Who even knows anymore. “Wait a second, brat?”

He pulls down my briefs. “Yup, that's what you are.” He drops a kiss on the head of my achingly hard and leaking cock. It perks up even more. “A brat. A mouthy, smartass brat.”

Before I can chew his head off for that, because what the fuck, he takes my head into his mouth.

Oh my God, what the fuck is happening right now? “You don't have to,” I whimper, sounding as unconvincing as I feel.

He snorts. “So bratty.” His voice is filled with affection as he continues licking my cock like it's dipped in peanut butter.

Fine, he can call me whatever he wants as long as he keeps giving my dick attention.

I grab his hair again, a little worried about hurting him with my grip.

Then all I can think about is a dark, tight heat swallowing my hard dick as he takes me in. Taking me as deep as he can, he grips the rest of it in his hand.

I feel a little bit of his teeth getting in there too, but it's not too much. “So fucking good, Lo,” I moan.

The next time he takes me in, pure electricity travels through my body. Fuck, I will embarrass myself completely if he keeps doing that.

He plays with my balls with his other hand, gently pulling and carefully squeezing them.

“I'm going to cum,” I warn, pulling his head away.

He lets me without any effort.

My breath comes out in loud puffs. When I focus on him, he's out of breath too. But there's no regret on his face.

He’s looking up at me with a hunger I’d never seen in his eyes in all twenty-five years of knowing him.

Then his hands close around my hips, turning me toward the tree like I’m a fucking weightless doll.

“What the fuck?” I screech.

He fondles my ass. “Always thought you had a nice ass.” He plants a kiss on one cheek, then the other.

I crane my neck to look back at him. He looks fascinated.

I realize belatedly that I'm shoving my ass towards his face. But that's mostly to avoid my cock rubbing against the bark because that will be the quickest way to put an end to whatever fantasy we’re living in right now.

“So thick,” he comments.

Well, that was unnecessary. “A ton of people love my ass, I’ll have you know,” I tell him.

Smack. I hear the sound before I feel his hand land on my ass cheek. A sharp wave of delicious pain ripples over my skin, jolting my entire body and making me squeak. The sound reverberates through the entire forest.

“Such a brat,” he says under his breath.

“What the fuck?” I ask, my eyes wide.

He lightly brushes his hand over my abused cheek. When he removes his hand, my skin still stings. “Want me to stop?” he asks, lightly tapping the other one, making it jiggle.

I consider it for a fraction of a second before shaking my head.

Smack. This time his rough palm lands on the other one.

Smack. Smack. Two consecutive ones on the right. Smack. Then another one on the left.

The hits keep coming until my eyes tear up. My body goes lax, sagging against the tree.