Wolf Tales VIII. Kate Douglas
you want me to last, Jazzy, you better not…”
She grinned up at him and rolled her thumb over the smooth surface of his glans. One finger slipped beneath the edge of foreskin caught just behind the head. He groaned and rolled his hips forward.
“Doesn’t matter. If you come, you’ll be hard again in less than a minute. I guarantee it. Just watch.”
She slipped to her knees with the hot water beating down on them both and slipped his cock between her full lips. That hot, wet mouth, stroking tongue, and scrape of teeth hit him like a hammer to the crotch.
He cursed and grabbed at the slick tile walls for support. She sucked harder and her tongue snaked along the full length of his shaft. She cupped his sac in her palm and one long finger pressed against his asshole. Without any warning, his hips jerked, his balls tucked up tight between his legs and he blasted hot jizz down her throat.
Moaning, Deacon bent double, curling himself over Jazzy’s kneeling body. She kept sucking and tonguing him and his cock kept shooting for the longest time. His legs felt like rubber and it was hard to catch his breath. Finally, she turned him loose and backed away, grinning. “See? Now watch what happens.”
“Watch it? Shit, Jazzy. I can hardly stand up, much less see straight.” But he glanced down anyway, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. He’d been dreaming about sex with Jazzy and now he’d already shot his load and…
“What’d I tell you?” Jazzy stood up, but she brushed her palm over his growing erection. “All ready to play again, and not nearly so impatient.”
Impossible. Or not…The stinging spray calmed him down a bit, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his suddenly rejuvenated cock. Finally he got it together enough that he rinsed his tangled hair and soaped his pits, but he kept glancing down to make sure the thing was still hard. Jazzy’s hair was all white and frothy with shampoo. She smelled like vanilla and her dark body glistened. He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t know if she’d let him or not.
So far, this was all Jazzy’s show. He figured she’d been doing just fine. They got clean and rinsed beneath the spray without too much more body contact. Even though he’d already come once, washing his crotch was pretty dicey. He reached for a towel hung over the shower door, but Jazzy suddenly threw her arms around him. Her wet body slid against his and he hugged her tight to keep from falling, but it was like hugging a wet seal.
A very sexy wet seal with full breasts and a soft belly and lips to die for.
“Do you want me, Deac?” Jazzy’s mouth was sucking on the soft skin between his neck and his shoulder, and she rolled her pelvis against him. The soft thatch of hair between her legs brushed over the underside of his cock.
“Oh, shit, Jazzy. Are you kidding?”
She laughed and her mouth and tongue slid wetly down his chest. She sucked on his left nipple and then bit down—not too hard but enough to make it sting. His cock twitched. He groaned and fought his body’s reaction. The need was all-consuming, the powerful, gut-wrenching need to shove his cock inside her, to take her here in the shower, up against the wall and drive into her as hard as he could, as fast as he could. But she was Logan’s mate and he didn’t know the rules, so he fought it.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what, Jazzy? God, you’re killin’ me here.” He arched his back and pressed his chest against her mouth, silently begging for her teeth, her hands, her lips.
“Don’t fight it. Take me hard. Now. Right here in the shower with the water making us both all slick and slippery. Do it up against the wall. Just shove it in as deep and hard as you can. I want it now, Deacon. Want it like that.”
“Shit. How’d you…?”
“You’re broadcasting, Deacon. I hear you…And I like what I hear. Can you do it? Is your leg strong enough to hold me?”
“Shit, yes.” He groaned and kissed her, sucking her full lips between his, biting and feasting on her mouth. She twisted her hips and pressed her thighs against his. Her hand slipped between them and caressed his swollen cock, fingers encircled him and squeezed. Then she broke their kiss long enough to aim his hard cock between her legs, between the silky, swollen lips guarding her pussy.
A black haze filled his vision. Deacon felt the hot touch of her outer lips, the slick inner walls, and he thrust forward and up, so hard he lifted her feet off the tile.
Laughing, Jazzy wrapped her long legs around his hips and her arms went around his neck. Deacon braced her against the tile wall of the shower. The spray beat down on his back and buttocks and he plunged in and out like a wild man. He’d never have the balls to do this with Logan nearby, but now, just him and Jazzy…Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit it was so damned good and she was already coming, already climaxing, her pussy rippling around his dick, pulling him in deeper, harder.
Her back arched and she pressed harder against him, her thighs squeezed the breath out of him. Her arms were like bands of steel, holding him close. She sucked him all the way inside, like his huge size didn’t matter at all to her. He was in so deep she ground her pussy lips against his root and he felt the hard knot that had to be her womb pressed against his tip.
He’d never felt anything like this, never been completely buried in a woman, not like this. Tonight he was invincible, unstoppable.
Harder, faster, he pounded into her. The heat was boiling up from his balls, racing the length of his cock and Jazzy screamed! Damn, she screamed and bit his shoulder, latching on so hard he felt the skin break and he roared like some fucking wild beast. Roared and exploded, his cock blowing seed deep inside Jazzy, spurt after spurt while her muscles rippled and clenched, squeezing him so hard it hurt, squeezing every last drop and wringing him dry.
Her heels separated against his back and he felt them slowly slide down along his legs. It was all he could do to hold his own weight upright, much less Jazzy’s. Somehow, though, he managed to keep from stumbling until she was standing in front of him, her arms still looped around his neck, her tongue caressing the place on his shoulder where she’d bitten through the skin.
“You’re bleeding,” she said, pressing her body close. “I’m really sorry.”
“S’okay.” He nuzzled her wet hair, reached behind her and turned off the water. “Damn. That was…”
“Amazing? Mind-boggling?” Jazzy laughed. “Shit, Deacon, where’d that come from? I didn’t know you had it in you. You were like a wild man.”
“Did I hurt you? Fuck, Jazzy, I’m really sor—”
She pressed her finger to his lips. “Are you kidding? I loved it. Logan would love it. Getting that cast off your leg really turned you loose!”
“You really didn’t mind?” He grabbed a towel and rubbed her dark hair, then ran it along her body, between her legs.
“Absolutely not.” She arched and groaned.
“Good.” He stood up and ran the towel over himself, then he picked Jazzy up and threw her over his shoulder. “Because I want to do it again.”
“Again?” She actually squeaked.
“Yep, Jazzy. Again. And maybe again after that.” He carried her across the room and tossed her on the bed. His cock had already recovered, if it had even gone down. No matter. He’d never felt so powerful, so sure of himself.
The night was young and so was he.
And Jazzy was his—right now, for this moment in time. All his with Logan’s full consent and permission. With any luck, Logan might show up before he was totally wiped out, and then he’d have both of them. Maybe he’d even call the shots this time. He looked down at Jazzy and grinned. Then he palmed his cock and stroked the full, fat length of it. It felt so damned good, he did it again, running his hand slowly up and down until it grew to fit his grasp, swelling hard and solid in his hand. Jazzy