A night with Conan

Jade

By the time Conan and I finished, I was exhausted, wrung out, and would probably wake up sore as hell the next day, but I didn’t care. Cona hadn’t held back the second time, and that was what I needed.

The first time, after I had my first orgasm that was self-induced, he had fucked me long and slow, taking care of me.

And when my orgasm came around again, it had nearly destroyed me, but not as much as the feeling of Conan coming apart in me had rocked me.

“Aren’t you tired?” I yawned, watching Conan through half-droopy eyes. We’d gone at it fast and furious, and the slow and sweet, and I was ready to pass out, he still looked alert and awake.

“If by ‘tired’ you mean you wore me out, perhaps,” he said in an uncharacteristically teasing tone. “But if you’re asking whether I’m sleepy, no.”

“Why??” I mumbled..

“I have insomnia. I sleep for just a few hours a night— and that's if I'm lucky.

I frowned. “But that’s…” Another huge yawn. “Not good.” Humans need sleep, even werewolves. How