Chapter 47 47
Phoebe~~
Several minutes of massage turned into arousal for us. Neither of us could resist the bond, and my wolf was the lustful one here. I had tried to stop his actions at the onset, but my wolf poured into my head her lustful pheromones, and I found myself secreting juices constantly for him.
I lay on my back, my legs widened while he continued eating up my pùssy hungrily, his arms holding onto my legs. I moaned under my breath, holding onto his head and wanting more of him, even if it was just now.
The way he stroked my clit with his tongue, and then ate up my juices when they leaked down my cunt sent shivers down my spine. I didn't want him to stop, and I knew that with how he spared me glances, he didn't want a stop to this.
It was a long time we went intimate, and for some fucking reason, our wolves were going insane with each other. In the background, my wolf groaned more than I, savoring every touch of his tongue on my cunt, how he licked our wetness until it dried up.
I was flustered in lust, my heart racing for more.
He turned me around, and I went on all fours. I felt his fingers on my waist, and he massaged it slowly. When I got lost in what he was doing, he thrusted me deeply, and my lips dropped open in shock and pleasure. He penetrated me continuously, fucking me like he owned every bit of me.
I tangled my fingers in the bed cover, moaning and sweating desperately. I ached for more, biting my lower lip while he pounded my pùssy hole recklessly.
Soon, he pulled out of me and turned me around again, then stripped completely. “What about you straightening your waist by riding on my còck? You remember how I thought of you, right?”
I flung my hair to the side and nodded, then signaled him to lie down and submit to me. Of course, he loved it when I rode him, and it helped me climax so much that I lost my balance each time. It gives me the space to take control, and then watch him groan and plead for more of a damp pùssy slamming against his còck.
As he lay down. I crossed my legs over his body in a squat, then placed my right hand on his chest while making way for his còck into my pùssy.
I bit my lower lip slightly as it slid in, then I slowly began grinding my hip against his còck. Fuck! I swallowed the saliva that formed in my mouth, shutting my eyes tight while increasing the pace of my ride.
He gripped my waist, slamming it harder against his thighs, his lips widened in repeated groans, and sweat covered his chest.
I grinded harder, rocking my hips. The pleasure was top notch that I didn't want to stop so soon. My pùssy wall tightened and released soon, and my juices slid down his phallus. I moaned aloud, grinding continuously, until contraction hit me hard.
“Oh yes! I'm fucking cumming….." I cried out softly while he began banging me from under. I reached out to my throbbing clit, flicking it repeatedly with the tears that gathered in my eyes. I pressed my fingers down there, gritting my teeth while my flesh wrapped around his.
He jerked me and made me lie on my back, facing the roof, then he continued banging me until my climax was long enough to my liking. I leaked juices that covered his còck, my entrance was so slippery, and goosebumps concealed my skin.
Soon, I took a long breath, and he pulled out his còck, which released his semen that warmed up on my belly.
I spread my arms, breathing harshly, while staring back at him.
He leaned closer and kissed my belly, then got down and got wipes, which he used to clean up his semen.
“How do you feel now?” he asked and then raised me into his arms. “Feeling relieved?”
I nodded and wrapped my left arm over his neck. “Your còck is so huge.”
“You don't like it? Remember when you applauded me for having such a nice còck that shifts your womb?” he whispered to my ear, and I became so ashamed of myself. Had I said that? I couldn't even recall, maybe because I had gotten over him.
He took me into the bathroom, and we freshened up. Then that night, I insisted on going to sleep in my room, and he agreed. The way he stared at me softly while I reached the door to leave almost made me change my mind, but I brought back my sanity, reminding myself that all those were camouflage.
When I entered my room, I lay on the bed and stared at the roof. It cringed me, and I felt so stupid recalling that I had just spread my legs wider for someone I hated and moaned in longing while he claimed me like I was his.
I loved the climax. His dìck was everything. But I hated that I had to do such a thing with him.
My wolf was so stupid, and I couldn't curse it out of me. Each time, it flashed his hardened còck covered in veins to my memory, and I found myself gripping the bedcover and gasping for air.
The room soon began smelling of his còck, and I hated it. I sat up on the bed, squeezing the fabric on the bed while my heart kept throbbing in my chest. I turned to the door, and it was locked up. My wolf kept pouring into my head the memories of us getting drunk in each other's genitals.
I was tempted to go back to his room and take his còck down my throat, my wolf whimpered in submission to him, but I didn't want that. I had just made a fool of myself minutes ago, so not again.
It was as though I was fighting my feelings with my wolf. My nipples became hard, and I felt my pùssy getting soaked already. I imagined his còck riding in my slippery entrance and how fascinating it would be…
Oh no! I stripped my dress and began fondling my boobs. It was far better than going to crawl to him for pleasure again.
I continued fondling my boobs, rubbing my fingers on my nipples. When I couldn't stand the hotness of my body any longer, I slid my panties off my butt and thrusted my middle finger into my hole. I fingered myself so desperately until I cummed so hard into my palm, my chest rising and falling heavily.
I rested on the bed, feeling weak, until I decided to get freshened up in the bathroom.
The feeling that came after satisfying my urge was one I didn't expect. I lay on the bed and quickly dozed off.
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The next morning, the daylight had pierced through the window into my room when I sat up. I yawned hungrily and scratched my arm, then began climbing down the bed.
I entered the bathroom to wash my face, still scratching my arm, so I felt it was unusual. It itched me so much that I even began scrubbing my palm over my neck while gasping. I looked down at my arm soon, and couldn't believe my eyes.
My body was covered in rashes, and I could feel the roughness of my neck and chest, too.
I rushed to the mirror, and my eyes widened in terror. My face was covered in rashes all over, and I looked so ugly.