The Bedroom, Apartment 42, The Bowerstone Apartment Complex, 4th And Flint Street, The Attison District, Temple City (3040).....
The sound of the headboard beating against the nearby back wall echoed along with the working of the bedsprings and the occasional moans and grunts that had filled Baddwulf's bedroom. Amanda's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her pert breasts bounced in reaction to the jolting rhythm of her lovely naked body moving along Baddwulf's mattress. She'd been glistening with sweat and every bit as hot and bothered as Baddwulf had been during their act as she continued to cling to him. The werewolf brute's body flexed between her thighs rocking her along his bed as he growled and snarled in the wake of her tightness clenching around his cock as he pummeled her sodden sex in the wake of their increasingly desperate need for release.
Amanda's moans continued to fill the bedroom as Baddwulf towered above her, the all too familiar sensation of their joining once again threatening to undo him as she reached up and stroked his bearded face wanting so desperately to poke at the sleeping wolf that had been on the verge of making itself known, if only to lay claim to her wonderous body.
Baddwulf bit down on the heated flesh of her neck and she gasped clinging to him as their bodies continued to clash amid the tangled messy sheets that lined his rather large bed. The images of the bodies that plagued his mind since coming from the morgue had been long gone, replaced in record time by the visual comparison of Amanda Smalls, past and present as he continued to pound her sodden sex in the center of his bed.
The glow of Baddwulf's yellow-golden eyes had been everything Amanda needed at that moment as the very sight of them caused her body to clench around his massive cock and the rush of her first release coated him as she arched into his thrusts.
Neither of them had been foolish enough to believe that what had been happening to them had been due to love, even if their history had indicated that it would have been possible. They had not been the same soft-hearted teenagers growing up in Highland and were a long way from those long-buried affections in terms of who they used to be. This was just good old-fashioned rutting as far as Baddwulf and Amanda had been concerned. The familiarity had only seemed to make it all the more interesting. None of the awkwardness of having to convince anyone new of their mutual obligation or prowess.
Baddwulf bit at the flesh of Amanda's neck his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent while still pumping his hips into her pelvis as she clung to him, her red nails still digging into the exposed pale flesh of his back hard enough to draw blood but he had not cared about the pain seeking only the sensation of her tightness squeezing his cock as he drove it in deeper.
The noises coming from the bedroom would have been enough to keep Baddwulf's neighbors awake had he cared about their attitudes in the first place. His notorious reputation for skirt-chasing had all but guaranteed that he'd have quite a few wild nights when he'd actually managed to make it back to his apartment, but then again his nights with Amanda had often become much more wild as of late.
Growing tired of the position, Baddwulf pulled back and rolled Amanda, who had been panting rather heavily as her breasts bounced and jiggled in the wake of her movements, onto her knees while he mounted her from behind shoving his cock all the way back into her tight warmth as he bit down on her shoulder making her arch her back into his chest while they both glistened in the faint glow of the red neon sign and the pale moonlight.
Baddwulf's claws had begun to shred the sheets of his mattress below them as his grip became more pronounced as he thrust into Amanda's sodden sex, the echo of skin slapping against skin filling his semi-darkened bedroom once more. She always seemed to bring out the animal in him and delighted in every second of his aggressive pace getting the better of them both.
Baddwulf howled as he found himself slowly losing himself to the sensation of the feral aspect of his mind knowing all too well that Amanda of all people could handle the wolf that dwelled within him even as he pounded her body into his mattress.
"Uuhhhh." moaned Amanda gripping his bedsheets and digging her knees into the mattress.
Another growl rumbled from Baddwulf's throat as he continued his pace pounding his best girl's sex while admiring her bouncing red locks as they rose and fell against her pale shoulders.
To say that his mattress was getting a workout was an understatement as the constant creaking of the bedsprings filled the brutal werewolf's keen ears almost as much as Amanda's moans had.
It wasn't long before the lovely redhead arched her back once more as another measure of release ripped through her body causing her to jolt and convulse as she pushed back against Baddwulf's massive cock. She would have been lying if she had said that she had found anyone better than he'd been when it came to laying claim to her needy body.
Not even her slimeball former husband could come close to the kind of pleasure Baddwulf had made her accustomed to when they'd been together. As much as she'd been forced to engage the bastards that had ruined her life, she had never known anyone that could compare to her former lover, even after the years of his experience increasing and his heart becoming as jaded as her own. He always understood her, and she always seemed to understand him, and in that regard no words needed to be spoken between them.
Baddwulf grunted as he felt the telltale throbbing that would eventually lead to his own long-sought-after release, as he filled the waiting womb of his former lover for the umpteenth time before falling victim to his exhaustion and drunkenness collapsing on top of Amanda's sweat-slick body, as she too closed her eyes spent from their mutual act.