Seducing the Wolf (62 page)

His eyes glinted. “What’re you doing with those? Loring didn’t strike me as the type who’d be into kink.”

“He wasn’t—as I discovered one night.” Taylor sighed. “Anyway, I’ll use the handcuffs on you another time. Tonight I want to see how much self-control you have.”

Manning’s lips twitched. “I thought we already established that I have none when it comes to you.”

Taylor grinned. “Challenge yourself,” she quipped, reaching up to unravel two long, thick elastic bands from her hair. She coquettishly fluffed out her curls, then knelt before Manning to fasten his wrists to the arms of the chair. She made the knots tight enough to restrain him without cutting off his circulation.

When she was finished, he looked from one bound wrist to the other, then flexed his powerful biceps and lifted his gaze to hers. She didn’t know whether to be amused or alarmed by the wolfish gleam in his eyes.

“Self-control,” she reminded him.

He did a slow perusal of her body, visually caressing her curvy thighs and the elevated mounds of her breasts. When he bit his bottom lip, more juices seeped out from between her legs to soak her thong. It took everything she had not to hop onto his dick and go buck wild.

“Self-control,” he repeated dutifully.

She winked. “Good boy.”

When D’Angelo’s soulful remake of “She’s Always In My Hair” began playing, Taylor purred seductively, “Let me just take a seat…right here.” As she deliberately lowered her ass onto Manning’s lap and began gyrating, a low groan rumbled up from his chest, the sound spreading goose bumps across her skin. His dick was so hard it felt like a steel pipe. A pipe ready to invade her sugar walls.

“Baby,” he moaned, his fingers clenching on the arms of the chair. “You’re
killin’
me right now.”

She laughed softly, looking over her shoulder at him as she undulated her hips to the sexy rhythm of the song. The muscles in his thighs flexed beneath her butt as he spread his legs wider, trying to make room for his growing erection. She could feel the scorching heat radiating off his body, feel the tremendous power coiled inside him. It thrilled her, excited her the way a trapper relished capturing a savagely beautiful beast.

Manning Wolf was under her complete control. He was hers for the taking, hers for the seducing.

And then he went and kissed her nape, sliding his hot tongue down her spine. As delicious shivers raced to her clit, she scolded breathlessly, “Did I say you could kiss me?”

His lips curved against her tingling skin. “You didn’t say I couldn’t.”

“It falls under the umbrella of ‘no touching.’ ”

“Does it?” He insolently kissed her shoulder. “I didn’t know that.”

“Sure you didn’t.” She punished him with a lusty swerve of her hips, ruthlessly grinding her ass on his dick until he let out a shuddering groan and threw his head back against the chair.

Smiling with wicked satisfaction, she rose from his lap and turned around to face him. He stared up at her, lids at half mast, knuckles protruding sharply as he gripped the arms of the chair.

“I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last,” he confessed raggedly.

“Oh, but the fun’s just getting started.” Smiling seductively, Taylor stepped out of her sexy stilettos, then unclipped the garters and rolled the silk stockings down one leg at a time.

Manning bit his bottom lip, his eyes gleaming with lust as she danced suggestively to the music, rubbing her hands over her breasts, stomach, hips and thighs before she turned away from him.

Coyly looking over one shoulder, she hooked her fingers through the narrow waistband of her thong. As he watched avidly, she slowly peeled the scrap of lace over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of the thong and playfully tossed it back at his face, grinning at his raspy chuckle.

His amusement dissolved into a strangled groan when she provocatively bent all the way over, giving him an audacious eyeful of her fleshy pussy lips nestled between her ass. When she slapped her butt cheek, she thought he would launch out of the chair and maul her.

“Taylor,” he moaned in agony, twisting and squirming in the chair. “You got my dick so damn hard it hurts. Please let me fuck you now.
Please
.”

“Not yet,” she laughed, reaching into the pocket of her discarded kimono and closing her fingers around a compact purple vibrator.

She straightened, then turned around and planted her right foot on the edge of the seat cushion, watching as Manning’s hungry gaze locked onto her smooth, glistening cleft.

As he ran his tongue over his teeth and licked his lips, she whispered enticingly, “You like?”

Smoldering eyes lifted to hers. “I swear, Tay, you must be tryna get your ass pregnant tonight.”

She smiled privately.
If only you knew!

When she revealed the bullet vibrator in her palm, Manning grinned crookedly. “Oh, you got toys, huh?”

“Umm-hmm. See? It’s purple. Thought you might appreciate that, Mr. Omega.”

His grin turned surly. “I’d appreciate it even more if you put it away and let me fuck you instead.”

Taylor gave a breathy laugh as she turned on the vibrator and slowly brought it to her sensitive clit. Delicious pulses shot through her sex, making her gasp.

Manning was riveted, his eyes hot and glittering, nostrils flaring as his breathing grew shallow.

Taylor teased herself with the buzzing toy, touching only the tip of her clit as sensual shivers skated down her spine. As her nipples tightened, she used her other hand to stroke her aching breasts through the sheer corset.

Manning leaned forward in the chair, his tongue all but hanging out of his mouth as she slowly rubbed the vibrator across her slit, spreading her secretions.

“Ummm,” she moaned, closing her eyes. “That feels
so
good.”

Manning made a sound of tormented masculine pleasure.

It usually took Taylor a while to get herself off, but with Manning watching her, she was so turned on that she could come at any moment.

She circled her hard clit, then parted her plump folds with two fingers and slid the humming vibrator inside her cunt. It took only a few seconds of penetration before she climaxed, spasm after spasm convulsing her body.

Gasping and shaking all over, she eased the toy from her pussy and slowly opened her eyes to find Manning’s heated gaze burning into her. He looked even more ravenous than before.

“That was so fucking hot,” he whispered raggedly. “Please let me taste you.”

Taylor shivered, her knees trembling. “Well, since you said
please
…” She ran her finger through her drenched cleft, lifted it to his mouth and slid it between his parted lips. He sucked off her cream, his eyes closing in an expression of helpless ecstasy.

She withdrew her finger from the hot clasp of his mouth and dropped the vibrator on top of her kimono. Manning stared hungrily at her as she stepped off the chair and seductively sank to a crouch between his spread knees.

“Raise your hips for me, baby.” When he complied, she unzipped his pants and dragged them off his long legs, admiring the thick muscle that defined his powerful thighs and calves. As she tugged down his dark briefs, his massive cock surged free. Licking her lips in appreciation, she wrapped her fingers around him. He felt like velvet on steel, and she ached to have him inside her.
God,
how she ached.

He watched intently as she rimmed his sensitive head with her tongue. He shivered hard, his breath hissing out between clenched teeth.

She took him into her mouth, laving her tongue over his length and teasing the thick vein that throbbed from crown to base.

“Taylor,” he moaned, arching his neck and closing his eyes. “Ah…shit.
Shit
.”

She licked and sucked him, loving the slide of his dick against the roof of her mouth. When silky droplets of precum rolled onto her tongue, she swallowed around him with a throaty moan of pleasure.

“Ah, baby.” His voice was tight with admiration and lust. “You suck me so damn good.”

“That’s because this is some good dick,” she breathed. “Got me so addicted.”

He let out a husky groan and writhed in the chair, his chest muscles rippling with the movement. She couldn’t resist touching all that magnificent male flesh, splaying her fingers over his abdomen as she pumped his shaft with her other hand and sucked the plump head.

When she knew he was about to explode, she took her mouth off him, rose from her knees and climbed into his lap. His chest heaved as she straddled his thighs and lowered herself onto his jutting cock, taking him inch by scorching inch. He shuddered and swore gutturally as her muscles expanded to accommodate his throbbing fullness.

By the time she was completely impaled on him, he was panting harshly, his body straining with the need to pound into her.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she sternly admonished as he raised his hips. “Don’t forget
I’m
controlling the pace of this seduction, Wolf. Just sit there and take it.”

When he growled like a caged animal, she laughed with wicked satisfaction. Curving her arms around his neck, she began undulating her hips, grinding slowly on his cock. The way he filled every crevice of her pussy felt so damn good it was all she could do not to throw back her head and howl in primal ecstasy.

“I wanna touch you,” he half groaned, half begged. “I wanna squeeze your beautiful tits and finger your asshole.”

“Oh my,” Taylor breathed, her pussy creaming at his raunchy words. “Be patient,
monsieur
.”

His eyes burned with feral hunger as she increased her tempo, bouncing up and down his dick. Her skin was flushed and tingling, her breasts ached inside the confines of her corset, and her clit burned deliciously from rubbing against his groin. Digging her fingernails into his tattooed biceps, she leaned down and traced the shell of his ear with her tongue, whispering words so erotic they had to be spoken in French.

“Jesus, Tay.” Manning’s chest heaved, the muscles in his arms bulging as he fought not to tug at his bound wrists.

She could tell by his flaring nostrils and erratic breathing that he was close to coming. When she lifted halfway off his cock and squeezed her muscles around the head, he went off like a rocket, shooting thick jets of cum deep inside her.

She shivered convulsively as he groaned loud and long, his body quaking beneath her. When she leaned down to kiss him, he took her mouth with a ferocity that left her breathless and trembling.

Marveling at how hard he still was, she started riding him again.

“
Fuck
this,” he growled hoarsely.

Taylor let out a small gasp as he broke free of his restraints as easily as though he’d been merely tied up with violin strings. Her pulse hammered as he yanked down her corset, roughly palmed her breasts and bent down to suck her distended nipples. The heated pull of his mouth made her pussy spasm with pleasure.

Still embedded deep inside her, he surged from the chair and carried her over to the baby grand, gripping her butt so tight she thought he’d leave permanent handprints. He stretched her out on the piano, wrapped her legs around his neck and leaned over her, his eyes blazing into hers.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped hotly against her mouth. “You know I have no control where you’re concerned.”

Taylor gave a breathy laugh. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.”

He grinned darkly as he pulled halfway out of her, then slammed back into her pussy with such force his balls slapped the rounded curve of her ass. She cried out and arched her back, her toes curling tightly.

“
Fuck
,” he whispered, his big body shuddering against her. He gripped her hips, anchoring her in place as he began driving into her.

“
Manning
…” she sobbed brokenly. It was all she could do to hang on and take the pounding as he plunged his dick over and over, each ferocious thrust rocking her up and down the smooth surface of the piano. The pleasure was so unbearably intense she thought it might kill her, or send her into an ecstasy-induced coma.

Keening his name, she raised her hips to meet his forceful strokes, her heels digging into his back. His gaze was scorching as he powered into her, growling with pleasure as the walls of her pussy vibrated around him and squeezed him like a fist.

As his thrusts came harder and faster, her cries rose in octave, an erotic symphony of sharps and flats soaring to a wild crescendo. He lifted her higher against him, the swollen head of his cock stroking an achy spot deep within her core.

“Ah, Taylor…
Taylor
.” His head fell back in ecstasy as his hips pistoned against her, the muscles in his abdomen contracting fiercely.

“Ohhh,” she moaned as her thighs started shaking violently and tears ran down her face. “Oh, fuck, baby. I’m…I’m—”

“—
coming!
” Manning bellowed hoarsely.

They orgasmed together, screaming each other’s names as his hot semen exploded inside her womb.

As if on cue, the Eiffel Tower lit up outside, showering the two lovers with sparkling lights.

Manning collapsed on top of Taylor and they clung tightly to each other, chests heaving as they gasped and panted for air.

When Taylor finally found her voice, all she could manage was an awed, “
Dayum
.”

Manning laughed, his warm breath gusting across her cheek. “Enough said.”

She smiled hazily as he kissed her and brushed her hair back from her face, then lifted off her and pulled her up. He watched as she tugged her corset back into place over her breasts.

“You look sexy as hell in that thing,” he murmured. “But I’ll be taking it off the next round.”

Taylor grinned. “We’ll see.”

As he slowly pulled out of her, a warm rush of semen leaked out to slide down the inside of her thighs. They stared at the glistening moisture, then whispered at the same time, “Damn.”

They both laughed.

“Want me to get you a towel?” Manning offered.

“No, that’s okay.” Taylor rubbed her legs together, absorbing his erotic lotion as she crooned softly, “
I’ve got you under my skin
…”