A Wolf of Wall Street (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Joanna Wilson
minutely but not enough to satisfy my lust. I raked my nails across along the length of his back, leaving fine lines of blood in my wake. He jolted at the sensation, causing his thrusts to become harder, but he kept his pace the same.
My head tossed from side to side as my orgasm started to climb but I couldn’t figure out how to go over, I was stuck.
“Justin, please!”
“Hold on baby.” He said as he pinned my upper body to the wall and doubled his pace. Within seconds, I had given new meaning to the word screaming orgasm.
Justin panted in my ear “It’s a good thing I don’t have neighbours, otherwise the cops would be showing up.”
I nipped his shoulder, making him growl low and amazingly, making the battering ram in my pussy swell. So I did it again.
“Uh uh, bad girl.” Justin said as he pulled my head back by the wet clump of my hair.
Shower sex is hell on tangles. He slowed his pace again, angling his hips so every thrust brushed my g-spot. He smirked when he noticed that every time he scored a direct hit to my g-spot, my left leg would jerk against his lower back.
He proceeded to torture me with random hits to my g-spot, changing the rhythm of his thrusts so that I couldn’t keep pace. I pulled away from the fist at the back of my head, moaning at the hint of pain adding to the swirl of lust that surrounded me. My climax started building again and I reached down to help it along by rubbing my clit when I found both hands pinned above my head.
I met his steely gaze and blushed when his attention was ensnared by the bounce of my breasts in this position. The look in his eyes heated considerably and I felt his scorching gaze travel across my nipples, down my stomach and to the junction where we were connected. His breathing was so raspy, I’m pretty sure he was purring.
With my arms restrained, I dug my heels into his ass and tried to pull him in so I could restrict his tortuous random thrusts. He cursed my impatience but he obliged me, evening out his thrusts and consistently hitting my g-spot. Black spots danced in my vision as I was overwhelmed by the speed that I climbed. Just as I reached the pinnacle, he covered my mouth with his, muffling my screams with his lips and tongue.
As I came down from the high and he released my arms, I let my arms hang uselessly at my sides as I tried to form a coherent thought. I had expected him to slow down his pace and pull-out but then I realized that he was still hard inside me. The man had not cum yet! I stared wide eyed at his face as I shifted my gaze downwards and then back at his face. He winked cockily at me as he maintained a hard, fast pace. Strong hands clenched at my ass almost painfully and Justin's expression sharpened. His thrusts were so powerful that my head was smacking against the tiled wall. In an effort to avoid a concussion I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my upper body away from the wall. I could feel the tense muscles under my legs and arms and knew he was close. Our lips locked for a quick kiss before I deviated to the curve of his neck and clamped my teeth down on the muscle.
And then I felt it, jets of semen scorching the depth of my pussy. Justin buried his face in my wet hair, muffling a high groan against my neck as I squirmed--soapy and wet--against him.
“Justin, we didn’t use a condom! Let me down.” He let go of my legs and held me as I tried and failed to get my jello legs under me. His hand ran over my belly, stroking me gently to calm me down.
“We don’t need a condom Marie.”
“Of course we do! I don’t know where you’ve been and how many women you’ve been with and I--”
He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. “No we don’t. Not that it matters”
I smacked his wet chest, briefly glad at his wince. That’ll show his arrogant ass . “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”
Justin picked me up and stepped
My head tossed from side to side as my orgasm started to climb but I couldn’t figure out how to go over, I was stuck.
“Justin, please!”
“Hold on baby.” He said as he pinned my upper body to the wall and doubled his pace. Within seconds, I had given new meaning to the word screaming orgasm.
Justin panted in my ear “It’s a good thing I don’t have neighbours, otherwise the cops would be showing up.”
I nipped his shoulder, making him growl low and amazingly, making the battering ram in my pussy swell. So I did it again.
“Uh uh, bad girl.” Justin said as he pulled my head back by the wet clump of my hair.
Shower sex is hell on tangles. He slowed his pace again, angling his hips so every thrust brushed my g-spot. He smirked when he noticed that every time he scored a direct hit to my g-spot, my left leg would jerk against his lower back.
He proceeded to torture me with random hits to my g-spot, changing the rhythm of his thrusts so that I couldn’t keep pace. I pulled away from the fist at the back of my head, moaning at the hint of pain adding to the swirl of lust that surrounded me. My climax started building again and I reached down to help it along by rubbing my clit when I found both hands pinned above my head.
I met his steely gaze and blushed when his attention was ensnared by the bounce of my breasts in this position. The look in his eyes heated considerably and I felt his scorching gaze travel across my nipples, down my stomach and to the junction where we were connected. His breathing was so raspy, I’m pretty sure he was purring.
With my arms restrained, I dug my heels into his ass and tried to pull him in so I could restrict his tortuous random thrusts. He cursed my impatience but he obliged me, evening out his thrusts and consistently hitting my g-spot. Black spots danced in my vision as I was overwhelmed by the speed that I climbed. Just as I reached the pinnacle, he covered my mouth with his, muffling my screams with his lips and tongue.
As I came down from the high and he released my arms, I let my arms hang uselessly at my sides as I tried to form a coherent thought. I had expected him to slow down his pace and pull-out but then I realized that he was still hard inside me. The man had not cum yet! I stared wide eyed at his face as I shifted my gaze downwards and then back at his face. He winked cockily at me as he maintained a hard, fast pace. Strong hands clenched at my ass almost painfully and Justin's expression sharpened. His thrusts were so powerful that my head was smacking against the tiled wall. In an effort to avoid a concussion I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my upper body away from the wall. I could feel the tense muscles under my legs and arms and knew he was close. Our lips locked for a quick kiss before I deviated to the curve of his neck and clamped my teeth down on the muscle.
And then I felt it, jets of semen scorching the depth of my pussy. Justin buried his face in my wet hair, muffling a high groan against my neck as I squirmed--soapy and wet--against him.
“Justin, we didn’t use a condom! Let me down.” He let go of my legs and held me as I tried and failed to get my jello legs under me. His hand ran over my belly, stroking me gently to calm me down.
“We don’t need a condom Marie.”
“Of course we do! I don’t know where you’ve been and how many women you’ve been with and I--”
He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. “No we don’t. Not that it matters”
I smacked his wet chest, briefly glad at his wince. That’ll show his arrogant ass . “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”
Justin picked me up and stepped
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