Turning The Page

Ten(18+)

It seems like every time I turn around my sweet little Angel has learned another dirty trick, today's minor miracle being the way he's figured out how to use his moans against me every time he swallows, my body going crazy as my wolf tries to riot inside me for control so we can go after the wetness we smell in our Princess's panties... A wetness we can't plow into and knot right now because we're in public... An idea that my beast has no concept of, nor is he trying to listen to me when I tell him that the unexpected head is more than enough to tide us over at least until the next time we have to stop for food or gas.

No... For now, all we need to focus on is how good it feels to push my cock down his tight throat, the moan he gives as his oxygen is cut off monetarily vibrating my shaft as he manages to pull himself away from me so he can flick his tongue over my tip before swallowing me whole again and surrendering to the grip I have on his hair once again.

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Adrian

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It hadn't taken us long to figure out that this was one of my favorite things... The way Daddy makes my mouth and eyes water every time he manages to choke me with his cock making other parts of me twitch as I strain not to touch them... My own hardness in need of attention I'm not allowed to give it without breaking the rules, the marks on both of my thighs being pressed through the comfy pajama pants Daddy had helped me into... The ones luckily with a busy enough print to hopefully hide the growing wet spot currently blooming in my panties as I feel Daddy's tip start to thicken, a sign that it's time to start loosening my jaw so he can pull out before he manages to knot my mouth... A situation that I hadn't necessarily minded the last time it happened but would be bad if it happened in a public bathroom...

At first, I hadn't been sure on how I would feel knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment and discover us with Daddy's pants down as the first traces of his orgasm start to smear itself on my tongue... The saltiness combining with the spicy scent of his arousal when I manage to pull in a breath a combination that has the traffic of the diner's lobby fading to the back of my mind as I focus on making Daddy feel good enough to face the day... On making him feel good period... Because he had been so sweet when he had brought up exhibitionism and the other kinks that we haven't had a chance to really explore, the adventurous side our lovemaking had taken lately not something to ever be complained about if its always going to be this hot listening to Daddy try not to growl when I bury my tongue into his slit, the hand currently cupping his sack giving a long languid pull that has him ramming into the back of my throat in the most spine-tingling way until my nose is buried in his happy trail, my breath being held as he pauses just long enough to mumble a quietly groaned, "Fuck, Princess..."

And then suddenly he's pulling out of my mouth, his tip dripping in a way that makes me want to follow it, Daddy's grip on my hair preventing my mouth from reattaching to his flesh in the way we both want it to, the look I'm given when he forces me to look up at him one that guarantees that I'll need to grab the spare pair of pajama bottoms I had thought to stash in my craft bag, Silas's gaze heavy and full of lust as his wolf stares down at me he finally lets a growl drop out of his chest as he tries to catch the breath I hadn't known I had managed to steal from him.

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Silas

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I'm forced to the back of my mind and can only manage to watch and try and keep my wits about me as I wrestle my wolf to try and gain control back over the body we share, a heavy, "Mine..." Dropping from my lips without my permission as one of my hands is drawn away from my sweet boy's hair so that it might wrap itself around my own cock, the quick steady pumps being delivered making me realize what my other half is about to do... But as I start to really try and stop myself from blowing my load all over my Princess's face I catch his expression... The anticipation as he licks his lips and opens his mouth waiting for it just like the good boy that he is...

I know that if he had a problem with the idea of being marked this way he would speak up and tell me... But all it takes is a quick run-through of his mind to find him waiting as patiently as he can, excited at the thought of getting to smell me on his skin all day if we only wipe my release off using paper towels instead of washing it off with soap and water... My dirty little Mama...

I don't have to ask for his help, his hands join mine of their own volition as he inches himself just a little closer so I don't accidentally miss and end up getting some on his shirt, the expression I'm given as I paint his face white one that will be the only thing I see every time I close my eyes for the foreseeable future as he tries to catch what he can of my orgasm in his mouth... The sticky whiteness smearing some of itself on his cheeks and dripping down his chin only to be caught just in time by a quick swipe of the hands that had held me through my release... The nimble finger responsible for said catch being promptly sucked clean in a way that nearly makes me forget that we aren't alone at home where I'd be able to pound that perky ass of his pieces.