Lycan King’s Nemesis

**GWEN**

“Show me how much,” I moaned, my finger sinking into his scalp to drag him closer. I felt like I was drunk and still needed more wine. I couldn’t get enough of him.

Our lips clashed in a battle of prowess, each fighting for dominance while at the same time trying to showcase our frustration over the lost nights. I desired everything about this man down to his faults. His madness, his insecurities. My pussy got wet merely knowing he was jealous of seeing me with another man even as it frightened me.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

No one had ever wanted me this way. And it had to be him. The King of Lycans! It was enough to turn me on.

“You have no idea what you have signed up for,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice, grabbing my lap as he stood up from the sofa and the next thing, I was slapped against the wall.

“Argh!” I cried out, but my words were cut short by his tongue that thrust deep down my throat, and back out, eliciting more moans from me and the need to match his attack.

When his lips left mine, it was to trail wet kisses to my cheek, my brows, the tip of my nose, down to the hollow in my neck. Impulsively, my head fell back, my mouth falling open to bite down my lower lip. My eyes were so tight I feared blindness, yet, I didn’t mind.

“Gosh, you are like a sweet nectar, my little wolf.” He packed my right breast firmly between my night cloth and kissed the taut nipple. I bucked, my throat clogged with need.

He teased me with his lips on my right nipple while his right played with my other nipple sending me to insanity. I needed him to suck on it, not to be merciful as he bit me, suck until I was a trembling mess. I had gone for so long that I didn’t realize how much I had missed him.

As if reading my mind, in one successive snap, my night clothing was torn from me, leaving me as naked as the day I was born. Night breeze whipped on my blossom due to our proximity to the window, however, instead of being repelled, it didn’t take long for the cold to turn to heat as Ashton’s mouth covered my right nipple and began suckling like a child.

“Yes, baby, just like that.” Oh, how I loved it, exactly how he was sucking it. Not too fast, not too slow, the exact momentum that my body yearned for.

He made sure to fondle one while sucking on the other, that way making sure both are paid equal attention at once and the euphoric sensation is dispersed.

His right finger soon gradually trailed painful lines down my waistline, caressing the beginning of my pelvis softly in preparation for the big feast. I was so wet by now, my anticipation alone building my release that any more time from now I was certain I was going to let go.

When he flicked his thumb over my bud, my knees gave way. He was fast to catch me. He lowered me back on the sofa and went on his knees to worship me. In a flash he nudged my legs part and settled between them, his face buried in there

Then he stopped and lifted his head up. His glassy eyes connected with my hazy ones and then his right hand came up and tugged once at my hair and everything tumbled out of the fine braid I made leaving my hair a canopy over my shoulders.

“Leave it that way for me,” He croaked. “You look like a goddess and that is how I see you in my head.”

I needed him back to what he was doing before so boldly, my hand gripped his hair and pulled it back down. He grinned ruggedly. “I see you are impatient, huh?”

He obeyed me, gripped by two laps and tipped me backwards, positioning my pussy on his face as he went on to lick me thoroughly. I didn’t comprehend anything else that took place around me. The only sensation I felt was from my clitoris as his wet tongue flu led back and forth, sending bolts of shocking waves through me.

I was very close to my blissful finish, every main that emitted from me was choked, my fingers on his hair so right I knew by tomorrow he would have a red scalp. That is if I don’t leave him bald.

“Fuck! Yeah!” I cried out, shuddering as I gave up on my hold, my body, and mind, and was enveloped in a heavenly sensation so powerful I thought I was never going to stay alive after this.

Once the spasm was gone, then the friction set in. I shifted off, as his tongue now produced ticklish pleasurable feelings down there. I laughed and cupped his cheeks, angling to kiss him.

“You taste so delicious, little wolf,” he groaned, kissing the side of my lap as he stood up. He tugged me off the chair and sat down.

Instead of sitting back down, I mimicked his former position on the floor and placed my right finger on his chest. The staccato beat of his heart against my palm was soothing, and the way our eyes were on each other, I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me.

From the point my hand was, I slid it downward, not breaking eye contact.

“You know you don’t have to,” He husked, his heavy breath giving him away. My heart soared from knowing how much I affected him.

“I want to, I’m going to.” I resolved, stopping at his brief and gripping it between my fingers to pull it off.

Once it was off, his gigantic shaft prostrated in front of me, begging for me to take him. And like a humble servant, I was willing. My small fingers wrapped around him from the root and slowly massaged to the top and back.

“Yeah, slowly, baby.” He pushed his hips out, the muscle in his stomach starting to protrude to show his arousal. I stroked him repeatedly in a vicelike improvised gesture and when I noticed his breath hitch and his groan turn gagged, I adjusted my hold and bent to take him in my mouth.

“Yes, yes, my love. Just like that…”

I sucked to the tip and stopped to tease him. The act seemed to drive him crazy and abruptly he shut up, grabbed my hair when I least expected it and began bumping himself into me. I saw hell, my throat bubbling with his cock as I became so filled that I couldn’t breathe and my eyes filled with tears.

He brought my head back to allow me time to breathe and then plunge in again. I gagged as his length went all the way down my throat.

“Fucken hell!” He ripped and stilled, twitching as he spurted his seed into my mouth successively. I didn’t flinch, as I took him all in the way he took mine.

When he was done, I noticed his cock didn’t shrink back, in fact, it appeared even harder. He lifted me and placed me on his lap. And with a single puppy glance, he entered me.

“Arh…” I sucked in laboured air and adjusted to his big length. Despite fucking him all this while, my pussy was still finding it hard to get used to his size.

He made a guttural sound of protest when I tried to stand. He held me still against him, his hands around my waist to keep me captive then his eyes met mine and held. “I’m going to fuck you now in a way I have never done before, my little wolf. Do you want that?”

I panicked. I have heard of rough sex, even read about it and I must confess I stopped reading at some point as I couldn’t imagine being handled in that manner by any man. But this was Ashton and I knew he would never hurt me. He saw my fear and stroked my chin softly. “You will love it, trust me.”

And I did.

I nodded.

His left hand held down by hip to his cock while his right took my hands and held them in bondage behind my back. Then with his eyes not leaving mine, he adjusted on the sofa and like he was on drugs, began pummeling into me.

It was painful I must say. Considering his size and my little pussy, it would possibly take time to practice for this hence I would get used to it. Just when I thought I was starting to enjoy it, in the snap of a finger Ashton was off the sofa, placing me on it and without removing his hand from my waist or releasing the hands he was holding hostage, he pounded into me from behind.

“Ashton!” I sobbed, sensing another orgasm approaching. My body was indeed a wanton. Here I was thinking this is too much, while my body was taking pleasure in it and was on the verge of hitting a blissful finish. “Arh!” My cunt constricted around him as I climaxed and Ashton followed sooner, passing out over me, I was afraid his hefty muscles would crumple my fragile ones.

Oh, what a night.

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