Seduced By The Wall Street Werewolf (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM)

Seduced By The Wall Street Werewolf (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) Read Online Free PDF

Book: Seduced By The Wall Street Werewolf (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) Read Online Free PDF
Author: CJ Howard
to another room.  I shifted as well, and found her in the kitchen, with the fridge standing open while she lay on the central island in her two-legged form, spreading strawberry jam all over her body.  I hopped up on the island and began lapping it off her while still in my four-legged body, making her giggle and moan, before I shifted back to two legs and proceeded to fuck her some more.
    After that we headed off to the downstairs bathroom to shower.  We ended up doing very little actual washing, but the glass wall definitely got a workout from the way Zoe’s face and tits were pressed against it as I plowed her from behind.  Then she was up for some more four-legged chasing, in which I had to chase her up the stairs before she jumped me on the landing overlooking the front door, and we rolled around on the floor in our fur before shifting back to skin, and she rode me to an orgasm or two right there.
    I had never tried fucking a woman while carrying her in my arms as I walked before, and I can’t say it was something I’m particularly inclined to try again, but at that point we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other long enough to wait until we got to my bed. 
    Once entwined in my sheets we tried every position we could think of for hours on end.  Ultimately, she was in the middle of riding me cowgirl-style when she happened to look to my window and say, “Is that the sun coming up?”
    “I think it is,” I laughed.
    After I emptied my ball sack into her for the sixth time that night (except for it not being night anymore), we finally decided we were spent.  We had to get back to the office in a couple hours anyway.  We straightened ourselves up as best we could—I didn’t exactly keep a woman’s hairbrush around the house—and went outside, got dressed in my car, and drove off.
    We tried to remain inconspicuous when we got off the elevator, keeping a fair amount of distance between us and not looking at each other directly.  But Zoe couldn’t conceal the spring in her step, and when she passed Theo on the way to her desk she chirped “Good morning Mr. Clarke” in a singsong tone.
    Theo stared at her as she went to sit down, humming to herself as she began going through her stack of papers.  Then he looked back at me and said, “Is it just me, or are those the same clothes she had on yesterday?”
    I shrugged.  “I hadn’t noticed.”
    Suddenly Theo started staring pointedly at my face, tilting his head slightly.  He looked back and forth between Zoe and me, and then pointed at her while looking at me wide-eyed.  “Did you tap that?”
    “Not saying a word,” I said, continuing on to my office.
    It wasn’t until I flopped down in my chair that fatigue from the sleepless night finally began to set in.  I went through a few sales figures and made a few phone calls, and then I must have dozed off.
    The next thing I remember is suddenly jerking awake with the feeling of warm, wet suction in my crotch.  I looked down to see a mass of frizzled hair in my lap, before Zoe realized I was awake and looked up at me, smiling around her mouthful of my cock.
    “Wow… you’re something.”
    She giggled in her throat and continued fellating me.  She sucked me to completion, guzzling my spending down her throat and pumping my length with her hand to draw out every drop.
    “You’re going to drain me to death before I’m 40,” I mused.
    “There are worse ways to go,” she grinned.
    “You’re pretty damn good at that.  And eager, too.”
    She turned her head, looking introspective.  “My alpha used to force me to do that for him.  I’ve never had the chance to do it willingly until now.”
    That actually impressed me.  I would’ve expected her to shy away from doing something that was once forced upon her, not willing to be reminded of the painful memories it brought up.  But she was braving her past, and finding the strength to let herself enjoy this.
    I took her face in my hands,
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