Like a horny wolf

“You’re still hard . . .” Naomi breathes, looking with lustful surprise at my dick. “Most men can’t keep going that long . . .”

I’m not sure I could either if I hadn’t already had some good pussy this morning, I think, but I’m smart enough not to say that. Instead, I say, “I’m enjoying your sweet little hole too much to be done yet.”

Naomi’s face blazes with lust at my words. “Take my pussy, Mr. Wolf. Take what you want, however you want. As long as your fat dick is pounding my tight cunt, I don’t fucking care.”

“Up on all fours with your ass in the air,” I growl. “If I’m your wolf, I’m gonna fuck you wild like a wolf.”

“Oh, sweet fuck, yes,” Naomi moans, moving quickly to comply. “Fuck me like a horny wolf bitch, baby—fuck me like a bitch in heat.” She waggles her ripe ass in the air. “Cum and get this hungry wolf bitch pussy—fuck it hard.” She spreads her inner lips wide with two fingers; her eyes are dreamy. “It’s all wet and ready for the pack leader—the alpha wolf coming to claim all the needy bitches of the building with his powerful, dominating fuckmuscle . . . all the neglected wives and mothers . . . all the wanton sisters and daughters . . . all prey for the alpha wolf . . . all **** for his enthralling, life-giving cock . . .”

Naomi’s eyes come back into focus. “Take me with that big fucking wolf cock,” she hisses. “Pound my tight little bitch cunt with it ’til I fucking howl.”

_Well, that was interesting_, I think. I push my knob into Naomi’s leaking hole, grab her hair near the scalp, and yank hard as I slam my hips forward. I punch all the way into her cul-de-sac, not straining it but stretching it a little. She howls and cums violently, twisting and thrashing as much as she can when she’s anchored fore and aft.

I start pounding Naomi without regard for her climax. Apparently her P-spot is particularly sensitive, because it only takes a few more thrusts before che cums again, just as hard. Before she can make any coherent sounds, she cums again with another howl. I decide to see if I can up the ante; I reach into her drenched twat and rub across her swollen clit. She howls loud enough at that to hurt my ears. I keep piledriving her cunt and rubbing her clit; she writhes and bucks and howls in a rolling thunder of orgasms. Finally she cums shatteringly hard, howling “Wolf!” at the top of her lungs. My balls boil over; I bury my dick in her tight, wet heat one last time and hose down her inner walls with my cream. She shrieks and collapses ****.

When I realize Naomi’s arms have given out, I let go of her hair and withdraw from her hotbox. I lie down on my back and pull her on top of me. I hold her close, kissing her hair and face. It isn’t too long before she lifts her head and blinks blearily at me. Her eyes focus; the look in them is indescribable. “I used to think being fucked to **** was a metaphor,” she says, her voice throaty. “I’m not so sure now—I think you fucked me at least halfway there . . . I don’t think I can take another fuck like that any time soon—say, the next year or two—but that was out-fucking-standing.”

I kiss Naomi tenderly; her tongue comes lazily out to attract mine. “It was mind-blowing for me, too, baby,” I tell her. “You are an utterly stunning fuck.”

She glows at the compliment. “Only when I have such a good partner. I have to leave fairly soon for a shoot, but—soon?” she asks.

“How could I turn down an offer like that?”