Page 19 of Baiting the Werewolf

With slow and deliberate movements, he pushes deeper.

I grip the tree, my hands burning with the pressure. My ass cheeks are on fire. Sweat coats my entire body, despite the chilly wind. I take a deep breath, relaxing myself to let him in. Let him take whatever he needs from me.

He pulls me closer, sucking on my ear.

My body stretches wide to make space for him. I shout when he finally pushes all the way in. My voice echoes back to me. The dark, empty forest doesn't scare me anymore. I feel safe in his embrace.

Logan whispers soft, unintelligible things in my ears as he fucks into me deep and fast. “So good. The best. Fuck, baby, why haven't we done this before? You're everything. Fuck, love you so much.”

I ignore them as an effect of the mercurial high of pleasure.

He increases his speed. The sound of skin against skin fills the forest around us.

My whole body tenses, waiting for the release I’ve craved for what feels like hours. My balls get heavier, ready to blow.

Logan fucks into me as if his life depends on it, pistoning his cock into me. He tunnels into me, keeping me open for him. “Love you so much,” he murmurs again, making my spine tingle. I come without touching as he keeps drilling into my poor, wrecked hole.

After a few minutes that I spend holding myself against the tree with all my might, he bites into my shoulder and fills me with his cum.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He pulls out of me, making us groan in harmony.

Then he turns me, and his mouth is on me, swallowing me like he's starving.

I don't care where his mouth was just a few minutes ago. I kiss him back with the ferocity I didn't have a few seconds ago. He pulls me back up, guiding my legs around his waist.

Then I feel his bulge against my hole. Still very hard. “Did you think we were done?”

Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?

Chapter Eight

Logan

Hilarious. Wes really thought he was done with me. With the way he feels around my cock. The way his hole swallowed me into sweet, unrelenting heat, he’s not getting rid of me anytime soon.

I kiss him again, wanting to feel him. Own him. Mark him as mine because he is mine.

“Fuck, I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum, you won’t even remember that assholes name.”

“Are you… jealous?” Wes says, pulling back.

I glare at him, then push into him in one hard motion.

His body arches up, back hitting the poor tree.

“I got you, baby,” I murmur against his sweet skin. I push up into his inviting, slick hole as he makes the most delicious noises.

Taking his nipple into my mouth, I suck hard. I want him to smell like me. To scream my name. Only my name.

“I'm gonna make you cum again,” I tell him.

He laughs, but it comes out as a breathy whine. “Human anatomy,” he says, breathlessly.

“Is that a challenge?”

He looks up and meets my eyes. “If you're up for it,” he breathes out, my fucking brat.

I fuck into him in earnest as he tightens his hold on me, resting his head on my shoulder.