Page 162 of Carnage Island

She clearly does not want to do this my way, the little beauty trying to top from the bottom.

I have half a mind to let her becausefuck, she smells good. She feels good. She’s literal perfection in the bed.

And her pussy against my shaft iskillingme.

I grab her throat, tugging her away from my neck and push her back down on the bed. Then I bend to take her nipple in my mouth.

Her thighs tighten around my hips, her slick pouring over my dick in enchanting welcome.

Oh, fuck it,I think, slamming home inside her.

I can’t take it anymore.

I can’t keep waiting.

I need this. I needher.

I sink my teeth into her tit, drawing a scream from her that quickly melts into a moan as I lave the wound with my tongue.

Her nails find my shoulder, then rake dangerously down my back, her wolf punishing mine for the rough bite.

Or perhaps provoking me to do it again.

It doesn’t matter, I’m too lost to her passion to focus anymore. I take her mouth, fucking her with my tongue as I pound into her tight heat like my life depends on it.

She moves with me, her body pure sex.

I roll to my back, taking her with me, then hold on for the ride as she sits up and takes me even deeper. Her breasts sway as she moves, her palms on my abdomen, her nails digging into my skin to create little crescent grooves.

I fucking love it.

I fucking loveher.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, thrusting up into her. She almost falls forward from the power of my hips, but her torso flexes, keeping her upright. “So good, gorgeous. You feel so fucking good.”

She groans, frustration evident in her movements when I don’t immediately knot her.

I sit up and pull her legs around me, ensuring our snug and tight fit. Then I wrap her in my arms, pressing my chest to hers.

Her ankles cross behind my back, her hips moving with a frenzy driven by her need to mate.

“You want my knot, beauty?” I ask against her mouth, my palm curling around her nape while my opposite arm forms a band around her lower back. “You’re going to have to work harder for it.”

She growls, her teeth sinking into my lower lip.

“Squeeze me,” I say, pumping up into her. “Squeeze me with that sweet pussy of yours, Clove.Demandmy knot.”

Her thighs clench, the little deviant hearing me through her haze of lust.

She’s in there, semi-aware of what I’m doing to her. But she’s in this blissful state of sensation that overtakes all else.

I absolutely envy her.

It’s similar to the rut, the need I feel to fuck her to oblivion over and over again, only I maintain my senses.

Because it’s my job to take care of her.

To make sure she’s not hurt.