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he nuzzled the delicate cleft through the material, which by now was soaked.  Jane forced herself to get the words out.
    “I don't know what you want me to do,” she said, her voice small.
     
    WES FELT HIS HEART turn over, even as he felt a desire to seek out her CPA ex and pound him into the dirt. Maybe he could find a few hundred accounting violations to charge him with, for good measure.
    “Baby, you don’t need to do anything except feel good. I want to pleasure you. Maybe if I do it well enough, I can convince you that normal is overrated, and that any man, warlock, troll, or other, would be lucky to have you.”
    Jane looked a little skeptical, and Wes decided that actions spoke louder than words. His eyes on hers, he found the waistband of her panties with his fingers and tugged it down her thighs.
    “The skirt, too,” he murmured.
    Swallowing hard, Jane did as he asked, leaving her all buttoned up and proper from the waist up, and naughty in nothing but black thigh highs and sensible shoes from the waist down. Wes licked his lips, his cock hard enough to split.
    “Do you prefer having your clit licked or sucked?” he asked, just to hear her breath hitch in aroused shock.
    Wes stroked the sweet little patch of golden brown at the top of her cleft. Her folds below were gratifyingly bare and, slick and swollen, gleamed in the dim light. He leaned forward, inhaling deeply.
    Vanilla and Jane.
    Wes licked his lips again, his mouth watering in anticipation of the first taste, but she stopped him, soft fingers against his cheek.
    “Wait. You don’t…bite, do you?”
    Wes grinned, his teeth flashing. He knew her mind was on the extreme werewolf coupling in the other room.
    “Only if you want me to,” he murmured, enjoying her little squeak as he let the edge of his teeth scrape gently against one tender fold.
    “Are you going to tease me all night?” Jane asked, breathless.
    In answer, Wes hooked a hand under her knee, lifting her thigh over his shoulder, opening her. She was wet and stunning, a deep, seductive rose at the heart of her pretty pink folds. With a groan of approval, Wes spread her with his thumbs and slid his tongue along her slit, curling around the hard nub further up, giving himself a mental high-five as she arched helplessly against his mouth.
    “I want everything,” said Wes, “every hot little drop of cream, baby.”
    Jane whimpered and twined her fingers in his hair.
    Wes lost his mind a little as Jane rocked against his mouth, the lace edge of her thigh high rasping against his neck, her pussy so hot and soft and decadent against his lips and tongue. He grabbed her hand.
    “Hold yourself open for me, baby,” he muttered, and Jane hesitantly spread her folds as Wes pushed her thighs further apart and then slid two fingers into her slit, his cock throbbing as he worked his way into the tight sheath.
    “Sweet.”
    He finger-fucked her slowly, taking his time, letting her get used to the thickness of his fingers as he kept her on edge with his mouth.
    “God, Wes – I need more,” Jane begged.
    “Can you take three fingers?” asked Wes, breathless, and took her shocked whimper and the way she thrust against his chin as assent.
    Carefully, he eased a third finger into her clenching sheath, stretching her, and barely had the third digit buried in her hot pussy when she was shuddering into orgasm. Wes drew her clit back into his mouth and sucked, triggering a second climax on the heels of the first, and Jane screamed his name as her thigh pressed tightly against his cheek. Panting, she slumped, and Wes held her up, resting his cheek against her abdomen, nuzzling her little navel as Jane stroked his hair.  
    “I want you inside me,” she whispered, and Wes pressed a soft kiss against the curve of her stomach before rising to his feet.
    “I want that, too, baby.”
    He started unbuttoning her blouse, feeling uncoordinated and dumb as the lacy bra came into view. He fumbled with the