Page 65 of My Girlfriend is a Werewolf
“Fuck no!” He dragged her close in a hug that left no room for argument. “Everyone’s okay?”
She nodded against his chest, remaining snuggled. “Ares woke up pissed he missed the ending. Selene and Mom are fine. Your grandparents are rockstars.”
“Yeah, they are,” he agreed.
“Grams left you some venison stew. Delicious by the way.”
Hearty as well, it did much to revive him after he had two bowls.
But what really put a spring in his step?
“Let’s get you clean. Come on, shower time.”
Whatever fatigue plagued him vanished when he realized she would be joining him.
She stripped him then herself before getting him to stand under the hot spray.
The hot water felt good on his tired muscles but not as good as her slippery hands sliding over his body with the soap. He squinted at her through the spray.
“I don’t know how much stamina I’ve got left, sugarplum.”
“How about you let me do the work?” she said with a wink.
She sank down in the tub, crouching to put herself face level with his cock.
A cock that wasn’t too tired to rise.
She gripped his shaft with soapy fingers and began to pull and stroke.
Damn that felt good. His head leaned back as he sighed and let her play.
“Turn,” she ordered.
He rotated, and she kept her fingers on him as she rinsed him clean then tugged at his hips to turn him away from the spray. But his dick didn’t get dry, not with her mouth suddenly enveloping it.
“Oh.” That was the only syllable he could grunt as she worked his cock with her mouth, sliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft, taking him to the back of her throat, suctioning him, teasing him with the graze of her teeth.
He braced a hand against the shower wall as she sucked him and made his knees weak. He moaned as she hollowed her cheeks and teased the tip. His hips thrust in time to her cadence, and he felt his balls tightening.
“Better stop or you’ll be getting a salty surprise,” his raspy warning.
“Mmm. So tempting.” She kept sucking.
“I’d rather fuck you,” his blunt reply. “I wanna come inside you. Wanna feel you squeezing around me as you orgasm.”
She shuddered and paused, looking up at him, her eyes smoldering with lust. “Way to make it impossible for me to refuse.”
His lips quirked. “Good. Shall we go to bed?”
“And get the sheets all wet?” She shook her head. “Let’s do it in the shower.” With that, she bent over, ass tilted, legs spread, showing off her pink pussy.
Fuck…
He dragged his fingers across her wet slit, parting her lips, feeling the heat and wetness that awaited.
Her ass wiggled. “You going to look at it all day or fuck it?”
“Can’t I do both?” he replied.