<b>Chapter </b><b>165 </b>
<b>“</b><b>Practice </b>for both of us,” I say, pressing her against a tree and <b>taking </b>her mouth in a dominant kiss. She answers my passion <b>with </b>her own as our hands begin to hungrily explore the other.
She pulls my shirt over my head, dropping it on the ground. I push her sports bra up over her breasts before leaning down to suck one into my mouth. Her hand goes into my hair grabbing hard as she whispers my name.
I push her spandex shorts down to her knees, sliding my hand between her thighs and growling softly at how wet she already is for me. I switch to the other breast, inserting two fingers inside her already feeling her inner walls fluttering against my fingers. She likes the excitement of potentially getting caught as much as I do.
I can hear her stuttered breathing as she works to keep herself quiet. When I hear the othersing back around on the trail, I pull back spinning her around quickly, putting my mouth to her
ear.
“Stay quiet, I whisper before bending her over and thrusting into her, bottoming out in one hard thrust.
She gasps, grabbing onto the tree for support as her body arches, inviting me to slide deeper inside her.
I grab her hips, grinding against her as Tyler and Ezra pass, knowing they would definitely hear our bodies pping together. She muffles her moans and once they’ve passed us, I
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<b>begin </b><b>thrusting </b>hard <b>into </b>her<b>. </b>
Her <b>legs </b><b>can </b><b>only </b><b>spread </b><b>so </b><b>wide </b><b>because </b><b>of </b>her <b>shorts</b><b>, </b><b>making </b>her feel <b>even </b><b>tighter </b>than usual. Her legs begin to shake<b>, </b><b>and </b><b>she </b><b>whimpers </b><b>as </b>her first orgasmes, her body <b>contracting </b><b>around </b>mine as her wse out, slicing into the tree.
<b>“</b>You feel so fucking good,” I growl softly, not slowing my thrusts as I force her to ride out her orgasm and start building another one right behind it.
She bends over even further, as if desperate to take every inch of me. I put one hand on her shoulder then press her against the tree trunk, using my hand as a barrier to keep her from getting scratched. The resistance of the tree makes it even easier for me to thrust into her harder and it’s not long before she’sing again. This time, the hand not wing the tree ps over her mouth as she whimpers and moans through her release.
“I love how fucking hard youe for me,” I growl.
When I hear the soft pping of shoes on pavement again, and the muffled sound of voices, I know I’m not ready to slow my thrusts. But since this is about not getting caught, I pull out of her and sn her around.
Her body is still quivering from aftershocks of her most recent orgasm. I shove her shorts down, helping her to step out of them then press her against the tree as I pull her leg over my shoulder.
I don’t waste any time, devouring her as she uses both hands now to hold back her cries of pleasure. The thrill of what we’re doing has me feeling nearly rabid. I can’t taste her fast enough,
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<b>can’t </b><b>get </b><b>enough </b><b>of </b><b>her</b><b>, </b><b>as </b><b>her </b><b>body </b><b>jerks </b><b>against </b><b>my </b><b>face</b><b>, </b><b>her </b><b>arousal </b><b>dripping </b><b>on </b><b>my </b><b>tongue </b><b>and her </b><b>restrained </b><b>whimpers </b><b>corning </b><b>nearly </b><b>non</b><b>–</b><b>stop</b>.
<b>When </b>I hear theming around for the third time, I slide <b>up </b><b>her </b><b>body</b>, keeping her leg hooked over my arm, and mming <b>into </b>her <b>as </b>I take her mouth, swallowing her cries as shees <b>again</b>. She clings to me, her ws raking over my back, the pain only adding to the excitement.
“Did you hear something?” I hear Tyler ask.
“Yeah …,” Ezra says, and the two keep running.
“I think I smell blood,” Tyler says. Shit, that would be my back. Tyler’s heightened sense is smell like mine.
“Probably just some wild animals having a good time,<i>” </i>Ezra says. There’s enough of augh in his words that I know we’re caught, but I don’t care enough to stop. I’m barely holding off on my own orgasm which is getting harder with Christina’s nearly non–stop orgasms.
As soon as they’re past us, I lift my head to the sky, grunting my release, my body jerking hard as I have one of the most powerful
gasms of my life.
I’ve just started toe down when I feel her teeth gently nipping at my throat. She’s epting my submission, a submission I didn’t intend to give. But the moment I feel it, a calming peacefulness flows through me. eptance. Rather than bing angry or feeling challenged, my wolf breathes a sigh of contentment, settling in my mind.
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