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...He grabs her by her waist, and slams her into the wall. He immediately covers her body with his, his fingers digging into her hips. Their mouths seek each other—meeting in a wild tangle of tongue and lust. Suddenly, she pushes him away. He sees the play in her eyes and pushes back on her. Her body melts into him, flush and hot. His mouth seeks her neck, nipping and sucking.
"Michael!" she rasps.
"Yes, my love."
His voice is rough and commanding. A man shaken with desire.
"FUCK ME," she whispers into his ear, and he lifts her clear off the floor.
A second later, she lies spread-eagled on the massive bed. He roughly grabs the hem of her silver gown and pulls. It comes apart like hot butter. He spreads apart her thighs, revelling in luscious creamy skin.
"FUCK! Arielle. You are fucking gorgeous." He mutters, mad with lust at the sight of her bare sex.
"Oh yeah. You want a taste?" she fires seductively.
"Fuck yeah," he growls, his face already between her spread legs.
Her coy demeanor immediately expires as his tongue devours her. He goes deeper on her, eating her out with untamed passion. Her juices milk his stubbled chin and she begins a slow, upward ride on his mouth.
"Yes, Mi' amor. All of it," he growls into her pussy.
Spurred by his dirty talk, she looses it. She grabs his gray tie and holds him to her as white-hot sparks burst behind her hooded eyes.
Arielle pushes Michael away from her and pulls the remnants of her gown over her head. Her chocolate-coloured hair falls in satiny waves to the bed. She assumes a sitting position and grabs him by the belt. She draws him to her so the blatant evidence of his arousal pushes directly at her mouth.
She licks her lips, and his cock jerks within his slacks.
"Juicy, juicy!" she plays as she slips his pants down to his ankles.
His briefs fall next, and his cock bobs free. It stands huge and erect, with thick veins running along the sides.
"Yessss," she whispers, fisting his cock.
A drop of pre-cum forms at the tip. She squeezes lightly and he moves in her palm. Arielle peers up at his ripped musculature peeking from his open button-up shirt. Straight and curved lines run from his abs to his right arm, forming the perfect vine tattoo. She scratches a path upwards, over the ink to his chest and pinches a nipple.
Kneeling on the soft linen of the bed, she takes him slow into her mouth. He lets out a deep groan and his head falls back. Arielle slowly moves up and down on him, her hot mouth driving him wild. He fists her hair and she leaves him with a loud pop. His cock slips out of her plump mouth, glistening and rock-hard.
One minute she's kneeling on the bed. The next, she is on her knees, her ass in the air facing him. Michael palms her ass, groaning at the plump feel of her.
"Yesssss. Arielle," he growls.
He moves an inch, and the tip of his cock slides in. Another inch, and he barrels completely in, unable to stop himself. Arielle moans her appreciation and he's plunging in, taking her rough and hard.
"Mi' amor. You've got the sweetest fucking pussy,"
Michael mouths in her ear as he kneads her plump tits. Arielle lets out a hearty chuckle. He lifts his thighs to a raised angle and pushes deeper. She fists the sheets and whimpers into it.
Out of nowhere, he visits her.
The man from her dreams.
Right in the middle of sex with Michael.
Arielle can't see his face, but she feels him. Behind her. His heavy cock pulsing with need in her. Eager to shoot his seed into her. To mark her. Claim her. Possess her. Become hers'. Her moans turn into screams.
It's unfair to Michael, but her mystery man turns her on in an unnatural way. He turns on her wolf too, making her go hazy with lust.
He is all in her mind now. He's the one fucking her. Talking dirty to her. Filling her core. He is.
She cums suddenly, with a ferocity that surprises her. Her inner muscles clamp hard around Michael who is uncontrollably spasming inside her. Out of the corner of her hooded eyes, she spies her red-painted nails elongating. Stretching.... Into.... Claws.
"Christ!" she booms out loud.