Madison
He doesn’t reach for my breasts with his hands. Instead, Bronx lifts me and tosses me onto the bed where I bounce for just a second, and then his mouth comes crashing onto my breasts: licking, sucking, biting. He teases my nipples one at a time, and then he kisses my neck.
“Bronx, fuck,” I groan.
“You like that, baby?” He nips at my ear. “Tell me how much you need it, Madison.”
“I need you,” I tell him, and it’s not a lie. I was so pissed when he knew I was turned on, so embarrassed, so humiliated, but then something happened when I was crying in the bathroom. Something changed. I realized that this might be it. This might be the end for me. I don’t know how much longer I have here. He might free me or he might kill me, but do I really want to spend that time here crying in the bathroom like a little bitch?
I’m better than that.
Bronx is fucking hot and I need him. I need his cock. I want it. Something has come over me since I came be with the Oasis Pack and I don’t know why I feel this way, but I know that when he fills me, I’ll be sated. I can sense it.
“More,” he demands, and he’s grinding against me now. I wrap my legs around him as he kisses me and pulls my hair, quietly dominating this moment.
Dominating me.
“Bronx, please,” I start to whimper. “I’m so wet, Bronx.”
“I know,” he slides his tongue over my lips. “I can fucking smell you, human.” A sly grin spreads over his face and he reaches between my legs, stroking me.
I almost come apart from the touch.
He swipes his fingers between my legs, sliding one inside of me, and then two.
“More,” I beg, and he chuckles.
“Not just yet,” he says. “I want to taste you first.”
I think he’s going to slide down my body and start licking my pussy right then, but he doesn’t. Instead, Bronx slides his fingers inside of me a few more times, and then he brings his hand up and starts to lick his fingers.
Oh.
My.
Dragons.
“You taste so fucking good, Madison. Do you know that?”
“I…I don’t know,” I admit. My eyes are locked on his as he tastes his fingers, tasting me. He looks like he’s enjoying himself. He looks like he’s never tasted anything as sweet as me, and that makes me even wetter. I’ve had sex before, but it’s never been like this. I’ve never been so wet I could feel my own slickness on my thighs, but that’s exactly what’s happening.
“Well, then, don’t you think it’s time to find out?”
He takes his fingers and slips one between my lips. Tentatively, I slide my tongue over his finger and I realize I’m tasting myself in this way. I’m tasting both of us, and it’s good. It’s fucking incredible. Greedily, I start to suck on his finger, and he laughs and pulls his hand away.
“All right, naughty girl, I think you’ve had enough.”
“No,” I protest in a whiny voice, but Bronx is undeterred. Something has shifted between us and while I might have been the one who initiated this little encounter, I’m very aware of the fact that Bronx is in control right now.
He can do anything he wants to me, and something tells me that I’m going to fucking love it.
“Yes,” he says. Then he stands, pulling away from me, and he slowly begins to peel off his pants. I’ve seen Bronx naked before. In fact, I’ve pretty much only seen him naked. Despite that, there’s something ridiculously erotic about watching him peel his pants away. His cock jumps free, and he turns, giving me a better view of his ass while he slides his pants down. My pussy clenches anxiously, waiting for him, wanting him.
“More,” I whisper.
“Tell me what you want, Madison,” he stands beside the bed, hands firmly at his sides.
“I want you.”
“Be specific, baby. How can I give you what you want if I don’t know?”
So that’s what he wants, is it?
He wants me to talk dirty to him?
He wants me to seduce him?
To get his cock even harder than it already is?
Yeah, I can fucking do that. He might be all wolf, but I’m entirely woman, and I’ve learned a few tricks about seducing a man. He might think he’s above all this, but at his core, Bronx is masculine, and that means he can’t resist a woman who knows what she wants.
I reach my hand between my legs, and his eyes follow me. Slowly, I start to run my fingers over myself.
“Bronx, I want you to climb on this bed and I want you to lick my pussy,” I tell him. “I want you to slide your tongue over my folds and up to my clit, and then I want you to suck on it until I come for you. I want to explode, Bronx.”
Slowly, I start to slide my fingers in and out of my body. Bronx reaches for his cock and starts stroking it hard and fast while he looks at me. I get closer and closer to the edge, watching him watch me with lust in his eyes. Every so often, his eyes flicker, changing color, and I know he’s close to losing control, too.
“I want to come all over your face, Bronx. Then I want you to slide your dick inside of me while I’m still wet and swollen and tight from my orgasm. That’s what I want. I want you to fuck me, Bronx. Slide your cock in me and show me who’s in charge. Give me your dick, baby. I fucking need it.”
That’s all the encouragement Bronx needs. He climbs back onto the bed, lifts my legs over his shoulders, and starts licking me quickly. One of his hands is on his cock: he’s stroking his length as he plays with me, and that turns me on even more.
It’s not going to take long for me to come.
It won’t be much before I’m exploding.
Bronx is licking me like it’s heaven to him, like this is the best thing he’s ever done. He’s planting kisses on my pussy and sucking and nipping at me, and soon I forget everything I’ve been thinking. My mind goes completely blank except for the pleasure. It builds inside of me, starting at my core and then spreading outward. Washing over me in waves, my orgasm claims me, and I come apart beneath his tongue.