Chapter 223 - Definitely More Than Fifteen Minutes
Chapter 223 – Definitely More Than Fifteen Minutes
Smut content.
Rider undid the buttons of her shirt as carefully as he could. He then placed it over the jacket; the same he did with her trousers.
Samantha observed in silence, surprised by the sudden care he had with her clothes. But then, when she was almost naked in front of him, the carefulness disappeared.
He grabbed her by the waist and pressed their foreheads together, looking her in the eyes while dragging her toward the table and pushing her on it.
Just as promised, she let him do, splitting her legs to allow him to settle in between. In the action, the two glasses she had used for the Scotch fell on the floor and broke into many pieces.
She thought, in the back of her mind, that she would have needed to pay for those later.
«I hate this,» Rider muttered while undoing the hook of her bra.
He made it fly away, and she followed the trajectory with her eyes. Oh, she needed to pay attention to her panties. They were in danger with Rider around.
«And you are distracted,» he added, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her moan.
«Hey,» she complained. Still, nothing in her body signals told him to stop. Nor to be less rough, unfortunately.
His hand turned gentle, and he fondled her breast right where he had pinched. His other hand got rid of the panties, and he let them fall right under the table. His mouth landed on her stomach and trailed lower, reaching her core after too much wait.
He looked up and met her eyes before giving all his attention to his favourite part of her. His tongue moved in circles on her clit, massaging the labia and tasting the wet folds with thirst. All while following her breathing and moans, allowing her to guide him towards what she liked more.
When he sensed her intensified, frequent groans and the pulsing of her core, signalling a close climax, he stepped away and observed her with an evil grin. His eyes caressed her whole body, indulging in her pleasure as if it was his own.
«You…» she said in between the hard breaths, returning vigil and very, very annoyed. «Just you wait…»
«Oh, no,» he chuckled. «You won't be so unhappy once I'm done with you.»
They returned kissing, Samantha uncomfortably sat on the table, her legs spread and her weight on her arms. She locked her ankles behind Rider's back, and she pulled him closer by his t-shirt. Her excitement was back to a few minutes before when she was groaning and cursing in search of release.
When he found the time was right, he flipped her over the table. Samantha slipped down and stopped the fall with her hands, her butt sticking out and her breasts pressed on the cold wood-like material.
She opened her mouth to complain again, but a pair of hot lips on her back made her change her mind.
Predictable male wolves would always dream of doing it on the table, she realised. And it almost never resembled the way female wolves would like to use a table. At least, predictable female wolves.
His hands disappeared from her for a moment, and she heard the sound of a package being torn. A moment later, his hot erection was pressed on her ass.
A few inches lower, his belt was cutting her skin. He hadn't undressed while she was completely naked.
At that moment, she realised that Rider was more than just predictable. He was the typical male wolf with very clear dreams. And he had decided to make them all come true with her!
However, the situation excited her as well. Being at his mercy, incapable of fighting back nor moving anywhere from that position made her shiver at every single, unexpected contact.
His arm circled around her hip, and his fingers played with her once again. He rubbed his erection on her cunt, dipping it in her juices, and then, without any further ado, he slipped inside. Slow and careful, but without any doubt.
«You okay?» he moaned against her ear.
Samantha nodded, pressing her palms on the table and waiting for him to do everything, just as she promised. Her first reaction would have been to push back, but she knew Rider would have preferred surrender. And, judging from his trembling voice and tender fingers grazing her skin, he was liking it enough.
«Are you sure you're okay?» he repeated, stuttering a little.
«Yes,» she said, and she turned to look at him.
Only her blue eye glimpsed at his dark expression before he grabbed a fistful of her hair.
He opened his mouth to ask again, and she rolled her eyes.
«I won't break like a doll, Rider,» she said. «Be a little braver, okay?»
«Hey…»
«Be a man, for the Moon Godd- ah!» she cursed, but her words were interrupted by a loud groan. He had moved, not too fast nor rough. Just so little made her lose her mind.
«Do not worry about that,» he said, pleased by her reaction. «Just enjoy your time, Mine.»
With another thrust, he went deep inside her, somewhere where she didn't think anyone could reach. She arched her back; her eyes lost focus. Why was that position so good all of a sudden? Why was his hand pulling her hair exciting more than bothering her?
«Oh, fuck!» she exclaimed with the third push.
«Yes, Mine. Exactly like that,» Rider confirmed, too close to her ear. He licked her lobe before retreating up and observing her figure from above.
Why was his voice back to normal? Was she the only one affected?
«You like it more when I take the lead,» he commented while grabbing her ass cheek.
«You wish!» was the only reply, and it was uninterrupted just because of a miracle. Or, maybe, because Rider had mercy. He allowed her time to talk before continuing to move inside her.
«Admit it, Mine. Or you won't get off that easily…»
«No,» she sighed, pressing her fingers on the table.. For nothing in the world she would have admitted it.