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“More,” I whisper. “Please, more.” Oh, I am shameless.

He closes his other arm around my waist, his body pressed up against mine, holding me captive.

I moan helplessly. He doesn’t even tell me to be quiet anymore. I can feel how slick I am by the way his fingertips dip to circle my core before they rise again to circle my clit.

“What a filthy little doe,” he says, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. “Would you like me to clean inside?”

I whimper and nip my bottom lip as I nod.

“The words, sweet little doe. Tell me what you need.”

“Yes, please, anything, all of it. I am very dirty indeed.”

His husky chuckle makes me shiver. And his fingers slide back down, and then, just one presses inside me with agonizing slowness. I clench over him. He nips against my throat.

“You are hot inside,” he says, pumping his finger in and out before he brushes over my swollen clit.

“Has your Wolf been taking you often?”

“Yes,” I gasp, just as he plunges two fingers inside me.

“And does he pleasure you well?”

“Goddess, yes.”

He begins to pump his fingers in and out, scissoring them and then stretching me and then drawing out and running his fingertips in a circle around my clit, before dipping back inside again.

“Does he take you roughly?”

“Yes, oh, yes.”

His fingers move a little faster.

I’m panting. My hands are shaking when they press against the tiles.

“And what about when he knots you?”

His fingers withdraw, leaving me open and wanting for more. Then he pinches my clit between his fingers and thumb, and a climax explodes through me. I rock back against him, trying to get more. And he gives me more, his fingers plunging back into me again as his other hand slides down so his fingers can lightly strum my clit.

“That’s my good little doe. Come again if you need to. You’ve had a wolf’s cock all up inside you, his big dick deep, knottingyou. It’s little wonder you’re so needy. You will likely need to come a few times before you are thoroughly clean.”

The plunging motion of his fingers synchronizes with his petting of my clit. I feel one of his fingers pressing against my little bottom hole, teasing me there.

My body shatters once again.

“Gods, you are so beautiful. Gifting me your pleasure like this.” His fingers slip from me.

I’m throbbing,tingling, and desperate to come again.

He lifts me from the ledge, turns me around, sitting my bottom on the poolside. My legs part instinctively. I blink down at him, noting the dark flush on his cheeks.

“May I taste you?” he asks.

I nod helplessly.

His hands glide from my knees, over my thighs, all the way up to cup my breasts. He leans forward, sucking one nipple sharply into his mouth and then moving across to do the same to its twin. He presses kisses all down my center, over my belly, until he reaches my pussy.

His eyes darken as he uses his thumbs to open me, parting my lips, and then he lowers his head and licks—his low groan of masculine satisfaction fans the flame inside me.