Her hands went to my head, grabbing my hair, not to push me away this time, but to urge me to fuck her with my mouth and tongue. When I felt her nearing her climax, I pulled away. She groaned, her eyebrows knitted together in a frown before opening her eyes. She was in a daze, feeling confused.
I pulled away from her, rising to my feet. Her eyes followed me, watching intently as I undressed. Each article of clothing I discarded felt like a barrier removed, a step closer to the raw, primal connection I craved.
I moved fast knowing that if her mind is back to earth, she’ll stop me again. My cock throbbed, hard as a rock, aching with a desperate need. I need to fuck her now. As much as I want to taste her when she orgasms to my mouth, my beast wants me to make her cum in my cock as I am locked inside.
He wants to mate like the beast that he is. Who am I to deprive him of that?