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I bellow, my grip tightening around her jaw. She nods hastily, and as soon as her hand land over the top of my joggers and she begins to pull them down, I let her head free and relax back into the bed, awaiting her warm mouth to be upon me. I feel her hands- so soft and gentle- against my bare skin as she pulls my underwear down along with my joggers, letting them fall at my ankles. Immediatley my dick springs out in response and I watch as Willow takes her hand and nervously begins to pump me up some more. Fuck, even with her little experience in this and having this be her second time doing this, I'm not sure how, but she sure does make me a big pile of jello with just her touch.

Roman She’s exactly where I told her to be. I close the bedroom door behind me and stop. Take her in. Raven is on the bed, knees spread, hips tilted up, her weight resting on her elbows so her chest hovers just above the mattress and her back curves into a perfect arch. Naked. Every inch of her. Her hair spills forward over one shoulder. Her pussy is slick and swollen and already leaking for me, glistening in the low light, and the sight of it — of her, waiting like this, patient and ready, exactly as I asked — does something savage to whatever restraint I have left.

His body was reacting to her wiles again, and by the way she was avoiding even looking at his bare chest, she wasn’t immune to the mood either. The glaring woman was so pale that his marks bloomed like roses on her skin. Her angry, wide eyes were the cruelest shade of blue, making his throat dry. Her disheveled long black hair, which he had only ever seen strictly combed, was driving his other brain crazy. “I have never spiked your drink. Let go of me!” Leah tried to pull her hand away, only to find he was too strong. Even as she stared at him like a lioness, her trembling hand clutching the blanket gave her away. He couldn’t help smirking.

He gave a small shrug as he pressed his hands against the bed and leaned back to watch her with a lazy expression. Willow's eyes went to his body, "You are lying,” he was putting on only boxers, and her eyes couldn't help but linger on his naked chest. There was the tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon and then beside it was a deep long deep scar that she trailed with her eyes until it disappeared into his boxers.

The tips of her ears and tail had hints of brown in them. "Luke? What in the hell is happening to me?" Willow's POV... I woke in a sweat as my nightmares were starting to feel more and more real. I got up and walked out onto the porch. The cold air felt amazing. My body was on fire and it was tingling. I felt like something was crawling on me. No not on me but inside me. I looked out trying to calm myself when I saw Jim come flying out of the house.

Kim asked. "Because that's how he liked it and I owe you no explanation." He replied. She sighed. "Wayne doesn't like it when you're like that," Willow said. Raven looked at the innocent girls in front of him. He walked up to them. I rolled my eyes at the fucked up stuff that's gonna leave his mouth. "You sure?" He asked. Willow looked at him with nervousness. "Did he ever mention how much he moans when I'm buried deep inside of him. He kept telling me harder and I fucking gave it to him. You know nothing darling....." he gritted out on her face.

she mumbled and pulled it off. "Fuck," Nathan hissed under his breath when he saw how she looked in her black two-piece bikini. He grabbed her hand and led her behind a rock before pinning her back to it. Willow looked up at him and swallowed when she saw that his pupils were dilated. "N-Nathan?"

Raven couldn't breathe. She was completely nude now, enjoying every click of the camera and moving her body as she pleases. She cupped her breasts, her mound, her hips, and flicked her nipples just in time for his every click. She spread and covered her legs, closed her eyes and ruffled her hair as she liked. Raven didn't let one frame go uncaptured until he's had enough. "Can I touch you now, please?" Therese finally gave in. Besides, her own arousal was getting unbearable already. "Come here."

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.