Another F***ing Werewolf Story

Another F***ing Werewolf Story

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Is it just another cliché? Or is it more mature content? Let's be honest...it's the latter! Notable Rankings 3/30/2020 #13 in lonewolf #42 in boxing Excerpt: I was self-aware he could see everything, and his hot breath between my thighs made it harder to keep my voice quiet when I spoke... I wagered if it was wise to even chance a sentence at all. "D-Declan...p-please..." I whimpered, my body practically on fire from his teasing. His whiskey brown eyes peered up at me devilishly from his nesting place between my legs and I could see the hint of smile crinkle the edges of his intoxicating stare. "Please what, little one?" He asked, his voice so sure. Always so sure. Always so confident. I groaned, feeling his index finger graze my aching, hot, slick entrance lightly and I shivered, throwing my head back and bit down on my lip to fight back a scream that bubble up in my throat. Oh god...this was so humiliating...Alice, just say it and he'll stop this taunting! "P-Please...p-punish me..."
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

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