A Wolf of Wall Street (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (3 page)

He took my hands and drew them back behind my back, taking them into his left hand. With his right hand he stroked across my hip, detouring to give my plump ass a squeeze before sweeping his fingertips up my full belly to caress my breast. My boobs were so big that his hand could not fully surround it so he made do by cupping the bottom of my breast with his palm and gently squeezing my nipple with his fingertips, watching my eyes as they flared in excitement.

“That’s my girl.” He murmured “You’re beautiful Marie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Despite the heat and arousal running rampant through my system, I still had the brain capacity to roll my eyes at the statement. “I’m not beautiful, I’m AGH!” My comment was cut off with a shrill scream as his fingertips tightened on my nipple and twisted a little.

He soothed the hurt with the rasp of his tongue, telling me in between licks how sexy I was, and beautiful and perfect for him. His hands ran continuously across my body, lingering on my belly, my hips, my ass and my thighs.

With my hands free, I indulged myself in running my fingers through his hair and stroking along his shoulders and back. My drawings were way off, he was even better built than I thought. I was so caught up in the sensation that I didn’t even notice he had picked me up and moved us into the running shower until the water hit my back.

I arched at the feeling of warm water striking my back and in the back if my mind was secretly thrilled that he was strong enough to carry me. It made me feel so feminine and protected. He reached behind my head and squirted shampoo into his palms before rubbing it into my hair and scalp. All the while he whispered things into my ears, about my hips, my belly, and my breasts. Each word left my skin quivering, flashing alternately hot and cool.

And all the while, Justin's hands ran along my body, leaving behind hot trails that burrowed deep.

He tilted my head back into the spray taking the opportunity to kiss my throat and shoulders, taking a moment to suck and the curve of my neck that connect to my shoulder, giving me a hickey. His lower half rubbed lazily against mine, the head of his cock stroking my pussy lips.

“
Justin
!” I moaned. I felt hip smile against my collarbone as his tongue continued to stroke my body.

“Yes baby?”

“Do something!” I pleaded.

“I am.” He answered innocently as he rubbed conditioner in my hair. “I’m helping you shower.”

I groaned and rested my head on his shoulder. His dark laughter didn't help my nerves as I moved restlessly against him, startled when his hands comes down hard on my ass.

“Stay still.”

“No.” I pouted, pressing my breasts into his chest. I jump when his other hand came down on the other cheek.

“Yes.” His hands disappeared for a few seconds only to return as soapy fingers rubbed over my ass. I twitched under his hands.

“I’m pretty sure my ass is clean.” I stated dryly as I soaped up my hands, tracing them across his body.

His chuckles turned into groans as he proceeded to lather up my entire body, paying special attention to his favorite areas. I tried to distract him by nibbling on his shoulder and moving my soapy hands all over my favorite areas but he refused to be deterred from cleaning me up.
Man, I must really stink.
I thought.

After pushing me back under the spray and making sure all the soap was gone he pressed me further back until I was backed against the tiles.

“Hop on board gorgeous.” I blinked down at the large cock pointing at me and suffered a brief moment of panic. He hooked his fingers under my chin, getting my attention “It’ll fit. Trust me.”

I nodded and hesitantly lifted a leg to wrap around his lean hips, trying to angle my pussy in the proper direction. Apparently having lost patience, Justin picked up both my thighs, pulling them wide and thrusting deep into my channel. I let out a strangled moan in shock. He stopped. “Did I hurt you?”

“No...” I breathed as my nails dug into his back and tried to get some leverage to move on his cock. “If you don't move right now, I will pull out your ribcage and wear it as a hat. Move! Move! Move!” I whined
. Oh geez, he made me whine
.

“You're vicious when you are aroused. I’ll keep that in mind.” His pace increased minutely but not enough to satisfy my lust. I raked my nails across along the length of his back, leaving fine lines of blood in my wake. He jolted at the sensation, causing his thrusts to become harder, but he kept his pace the same.

My head tossed from side to side as my orgasm started to climb but I couldn’t figure out how to go over, I was stuck.

“Justin, please!”

“Hold on baby.” He said as he pinned my upper body to the wall and doubled his pace. Within seconds, I had given new meaning to the word screaming orgasm.

Justin panted in my ear “It’s a good thing I don’t have neighbours, otherwise the cops would be showing up.”

I nipped his shoulder, making him growl low and amazingly, making the battering ram in my pussy swell. So I did it again.

“Uh uh, bad girl.” Justin said as he pulled my head back by the wet clump of my hair.

Shower sex is hell on tangles. He slowed his pace again, angling his hips so every thrust brushed my g-spot. He smirked when he noticed that every time he scored a direct hit to my g-spot, my left leg would jerk against his lower back.

He proceeded to torture me with random hits to my g-spot, changing the rhythm of his thrusts so that I couldn’t keep pace. I pulled away from the fist at the back of my head, moaning at the hint of pain adding to the swirl of lust that surrounded me.  My climax started building again and I reached down to help it along by rubbing my clit when I found both hands pinned above my head.

I met his steely gaze and blushed when his attention was ensnared by the bounce of my breasts in this position. The look in his eyes heated considerably and I felt his scorching gaze travel across my nipples, down my stomach and to the junction where we were connected. His breathing was so raspy, I’m pretty sure he was purring.

With my arms restrained, I dug my heels into his ass and tried to pull him in so I could restrict his tortuous random thrusts. He cursed my impatience but he obliged me, evening out his thrusts and consistently hitting my g-spot. Black spots danced in my vision as I was overwhelmed by the speed that I climbed. Just as I reached the pinnacle, he covered my mouth with his, muffling my screams with his lips and tongue.

As I came down from the high and he released my arms, I let my arms hang uselessly at my sides as I tried to form a coherent thought. I had expected him to slow down his pace and pull-out but then I realized that he was still hard inside me.
The man had not cum yet!
I stared wide eyed at his face as I shifted my gaze downwards and then back at his face. He winked cockily at me as he maintained a hard, fast pace. Strong hands clenched at my ass almost painfully and Justin's expression sharpened. His thrusts were so powerful that my head was smacking against the tiled wall. In an effort to avoid a concussion I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my upper body away from the wall. I could feel the tense muscles under my legs and arms and knew he was close. Our lips locked for a quick kiss before I deviated to the curve of his neck and clamped my teeth down on the muscle.

And then I felt it, jets of semen scorching the depth of my pussy. Justin buried his face in my wet hair, muffling a high groan against my neck as I squirmed--soapy and wet--against him.

“Justin, we didn’t use a condom! Let me down.” He let go of my legs and held me as I tried and failed to get my jello legs under me. His hand ran over my belly, stroking me gently to calm me down.

“We don’t need a condom Marie.”

“Of course we do! I don’t know where you’ve been and how many women you’ve been with and I--”

He pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. “No we don’t. Not that it matters”

I smacked his wet chest, briefly glad at his wince.
That’ll show his arrogant ass
. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”

Justin picked me up and stepped out of the shower, pausing briefly to grab the towels and dry us off. He carried me--water dripping from my hair--down the hallway to the master bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, he pulled his chair close to face me.

“That necklace you wear, that’s my mate’s necklace.”

“What like your friend’s necklace? Your ‘mate’s’?”

“No. My soul mate.”

My heart dropped and I fought back tears.
Oh god I just fucked a married man
. “I’m sorry.” I sniffled as I reached back and fumbled with the clasp of the necklace but it wouldn’t budge. “Let me just take this off and I’ll give it back to you.” Justin’s hand on the back of my neck stayed my hand.

“I don’t think you’re understanding this right Marie.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it back down into my lap. “That’s
your
necklace. You are my mate.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

“The night you were attacked, I was there.”

I shot to my feet “What?”

“I was the guy that came to your rescue. The necklace must have fallen off during the struggle.”

“That means I found your necklace, not that I’m your mate.”

“No. That necklace doesn't just fall off. You were meant to have it.”

I rubbed the pendant, worrying the letter with my index finger until the realization came to me. “J.B. that’s you! Justin Blakenship!”

“Yes darling.”

“So why do you have a magical necklace that tell you who your soul mate is. Are you some sort of wizard?”

He grinned and shook his head. "Close. I'm a werewolf.”

“What?” I laughed “Now you’re going too …. Oh my god!” I went from looking at a naked man to a black wolf. I blinked a couple of time, trying to clear my vision.
Nope still a wolf
. “Holy shit!”

Justin turned back into a man, holding his hands out placating. “Now Marie, don’t freak out…”

“What happened to those three men?”

“Dead” Justin’s teeth snapped together with menace.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

I sunk back onto the bed. “Oh thank god.”

Justin hovered anxiously above me. “Are you ok with this?”

“It's..." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't weirded out but at the same time, my curiosity got the best of me. "It's just a lot for me to process. Is this attraction just some sort of voodoo magic or is this for real?”

Justin pinned me down to the bed, planting kisses on along my neck. “It’s real, Marie, more real than the feeble 'love' humans have come to realize. This is something deeper, something more...” He paused for a moment, searching for the right word. "Primal."

The word elicited images of him fucking me from behind, holding my hips so hard that it left bruises for days and my arousal ramped up again but I decided to play it off.  I giggled and playfully batted at his shoulder “Primal…Rawr.” My giggles turned into laughter as his kisses became playful tickles. “Ok, I give, Uncle!” I rubbed my hands over his arms and shoulder, tracing the contouring of his muscles with my fingertips. “So what now?”

“Now since the thought of me fucking from behind so hard that I leave bruises appeals to you, I plan on fucking you until you can’t move then I plan on keeping you pregnant for the rest of your life.”

“You want children? Wait how did you know what I was thinking?”

Justin’s gently started thrusting into my pussy “I just do."