As we continued, her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Yes… yes… Ahhhhh! Aouuu… yessssssss!"
My thrusts became relentless, driving into her dripping pussy with primal need. Wrapping an arm around her back, I lifted her up, our bodies still locked together. My cock pulsed inside her, claiming every inch.
I gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks as I molded her to me, heart content, sweat-slicked skin sliding against hers. With each upward stroke, her pussy clung to me, milking my length until,
"Ah!
I pulled almost all the way out, her wetness glistening on my shaft.
Then, slamming back in, I felt her walls quiver.
"G-Gray!"
she cried, nails digging into my shoulders.
When I finally pulled out completely, her juices gushed, a dam breaking, drenching my cock in her essence. Her thighs trembled, her pussy still fluttering around , as she gasped for air.
Bella's body trembled as she squirted, her thighs quaking with the force of her release. Warm liquid spilled over my cock, coating my length in her slick arousal, but then, something more. A hot, shameful gush followed, her bladder giving way as she lost control entirely. The sensation of her piss running down my shaft sent a jolt through me, my muscles tightening instinctively.
Just like marking territory.
A memory flashed, my younger self, still a normal wolf, lifting my leg against the boundary stones of our pack's land. The sharp scent of urine, the unspoken claim: This is mine. And now here she was, drenching me in the same primal declaration, her body shuddering as if to say, You belong to me !!!.
I chuckled darkly, gripping her hips as she panted above me. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed with submission and something deeper, maybe even worship. I'd tell her later what this meant, how her instincts mirrored my own. But now? Now, I just wanted to taste her further.
I put my lips against hers, swallowing her whimpers as my tongue claimed her mouth with the same dominance as my cock claimed her body. When we finally broke apart, a string of saliva connected us, glistening under the dim light.
"Let's change positions," I growled.
Bella nodded eagerly, her pupils blown wide. For her, nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond me. Logic, reason, shame, none of it mattered. If I told her to crawl, she'd crawl. If I told her to beg, she'd beg. And that surrender? Fuck, it was intoxicating.
But then hesitation flickered across her face. "I-I don't know any other positions," she admitted, her voice small.
I smirked and dragged a claw down her spine, making her shiver. "Roll over. Get on your hands and knees."
She obeyed instantly, her body arching as she presented herself to me. The sight alone was enough to make my cock twitch, her ass raised high, her swollen pussy still dripping, her juices smeared across her thighs.
"Spread your legs wider," I commanded.
A whimper escaped her as she did, her knees sliding apart until her folds glistened, exposed and inviting.
"Now lower your chest to the bed," I ordered, my voice rough. "Ass up. Face down."
She melted into the mattress, her breasts pressing against the sheets, her back curving into a perfect, submissive bow. And her ass
"fuck"
It was right there, inches from my face, her scent overwhelming. I could see every flutter of her tight little hole, every drop of her arousal as it dripped onto the bed.
I leaned in, my breath hot against her soaked skin. "Good girl."
I licked her pussy, savoring the heavy tang of her squirt on my tongue. The taste was intoxicating, musky, sweet, and utterly Sweet. Pulling back, I stood on the bed, gripping my cock in one hand, its tip glistening with need. Beneath me, Bella's wet entrance pulsed, her folds glistening with arousal.
Positioning myself just above her dripping heat, I relished the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs trembled. Then, with a sharp thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her tight walls stretched around me, her pussy swallowing every inch until my tip kissed her womb.
Bella's back arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, nails elongating into werewolf claws as pleasure overwhelmed her. The bed groaned beneath us, protesting the frenzy of our movement.
Her legs locked around me, clutching tighter as her ass tensed up, adding even more tightness to her quivering pussy. Just as I was about to pull out for another stroke, she Squirted, her body still connected to mine in the doggy position, and a flood of her juices drenched us both. The bed became a soaked mess beneath her trembling thighs.
Her eyes rolled upward, voice breaking: "S-Sorry…"
"It was just too intense for me… I-I came," she gasped.
I grinned at her words and pulled my dick completely out of her dripping pussy, only to slam back inside in one rough thrust.
"Ah—! Hnng…!" Her back arched as another moan tore from her lips, her slickness gushing around me. I didn't let up. Over and over, I pistoned into her, burying my cock to the hilt until the tip kissed her womb. Each time I bottomed out, her body clenched around me, pulling ragged cries from her throat, sometimes loud, desperate wails, other times broken whimpers.
Her eyes glazed over, misty white as they rolled back, yet even in her dazed state, the pleasure still wracked her body, pulling broken moans from her lips. Her doggy-style posture had long since collapsed; now she lay limp beneath me, every inch of her naked form pressed into the bedsheets. My hips never stopped moving, driving into her until she came again, her walls clenching around my cock as she squirted, drenching both the sheets and my shaft.
When I finally pulled out, her body jerked with one last orgasm, her pussy fluttering as she collapsed, utterly spent. I gave her a moment, watching her chest heave, but she surprised me. Weak limbs trembling, she pushed herself up, her fingers wrapping around my still-hard cock.
"You haven't come yet," she murmured, stroking me slowly. "And I've lost count of how many times you've made me…"
Before I could reply, she took my dick into her mouth, my dick slick with her juices. Her tongue swirled, eager and messy, as if determined to return every ounce of pleasure I'd given her.