10. Rodeo

TEN

RODEO

CLAUDE

C laude couldn't seem to get his pants off fast enough. He was so consumed with his need to be inside Leigh, he fumbled with his zipper.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said with a devious smile. She unzipped his pants and slowly descended to her knees.

With deliberate slowness, her fingers traced over the fabric of his boxers. Claude swallowed hard as he locked eyes with hers.

Her eyes, that alluring shade of chocolate that could make men sin, shimmered with wicked delight. Her fingers played along his waistband, a teasing touch that had him holding his breath.

A slow smirk spread across her lips as she hooked her fingers into the elastic band of his boxers and pulled them down with tantalizing slowness. He bit into his lower lip, his fists clenched at his sides.

His gaze intent on her, Claude closed his eyes slowly as he savored every second of the impending intimacy. A smile curled over his lips, betraying a sense of ecstasy that was yet to come. Leigh gently stroked him, eliciting soft gasps of pleasure from his lips.

"You're going to be the death of me." He groaned as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She continued to toy with his dick like it was her personal play toy. She viciously teased him. His patience quickly dwindled.

He forcefully grabbed her chin and tilted her face toward him.

"Are you going to play with it all night, or are you going to suck this cock?"

She laughed. "So much for Mr. Quiet and Reserved," she said as she repositioned her knees for comfort on the floor.

His resolve snapped. He wrapped his fist around her ponytail and pulled her close to him.

"That may all be well and true. But make no mistake. When I am with you and this pussy is involved, there is no need for quiet, and I will not be reserved. I will own you. Now open wide."

She opened her mouth, and he didn't give her an opportunity to speak as he slammed his dick inside her mouth.

"Not too much to say now? Huh?" he grunted out as he pistoned his hips back and forth while cradling her head in his hands.

She hummed in reply, her eyes shut as she focused on the task at hand. Every movement of her head, every flick of her tongue was calculated to drive him to the brink of madness. Claude's breath hitched as he felt Leigh's lips wrap around him, sucking hard and slow. A low growl of pleasure rumbled deep within his throat. It was pure sin and he reveled in every second of it.

Claude arched his back, sinking deeper into her welcoming warmth. The moist caress of Leigh's mouth ignited sparks up his spine, making him gasp out her name like a desperate plea. He tangled his fingers in the soft waves of Leigh's hair, guiding her rhythmically onto him.

Her skilled mouth worked on him with an expertise that sent pulses of pleasure coursing through his veins, each heartbeat echoing with his lustful cries. She continued to devote herself to pleasuring him, alternating between agonizingly slow and heartrendingly quick movements.

The world outside their intimate exchange faded away. The room pulsated with their escalating desire, their heavy breathing and the soft suckling sounds being the only testament to their passion.

His grip tightened on her hair as he felt the coil in his stomach constrict. He teetered on the precipice. "Be a good girl and make me cum. You're up next."

His words spurred her on as she relaxed her jaw and took him all the way to the back of her throat. He never stood a chance.

He came violently with a roar, her name on his lips. He slipped out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms, lifting her to her feet. He used his thumb to wipe what was left of his cum from her swollen lips.

"As much as I'd love to taste you, I don't think I can hold out any longer without being inside you."

His erection was already returning. He picked her up and carried her to the lounge in the stock room of the bar. He laid her carefully on the chaise as he sauntered back and removed his shirt.

"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on. As much as I'd love to sit here and revel in you fully clothed, I'd much rather marvel at you naked and bouncing on my cock."

He swore he saw her eyes turn a shade of black as she writhed on the couch. He swiftly removed her remaining clothes and began to worship her body.

His hands traced patterns across the canvas of her skin. Each touch was met with a shiver of pleasure. Her eyes, dark and wanting, locked on his with an unspoken plea in their depths. He smirked down at her, appreciating the sight of the wolf shifter's vulnerability for a moment before he climbed on the lounge.

He sat back, allowing Leigh to straddle him. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as she settled on top.

Every inch of his body hummed with anticipation as he slowly filled her. Leigh threw her head back, a gasp falling from her lips as she adjusted to his size.

Claude held his breath, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him. He wanted to remember how tight and wet she felt, how every movement sent shivers of delight coursing through him.

"Leigh," he growled, pulling her closer until their bodies were fused together, "you're so perfect."

She gave him a sultry smile and started to move.

Her hands gripped onto his shoulders for leverage, and her fingers dug into his flesh. The tiny pinpricks of pain fueled his need for her and clouded his mind with euphoria. Slick with sweat and glowing under the dim lights of the room, Leigh was an ethereal vision of beauty that made him throw back his head and groan loudly.

Claude's grip on her hips tightened as he dictated a new pace, harder and faster. She let out a series of gasps, each one more desperate than the last. His name fell from her lips in a soft plea only feeding his desire to claim her further.

Her breasts bounced rhythmically against his chest while their eyes locked. It was a raw connection that neither had experienced. A moment where time itself seemed to still, held captive by their passion.

Leigh's body clenched around him. Her movements became frantic and desperate. She bounced faster and harder against him, yielding to the insatiable desire that consumed them both.

His climax approached fast, a powerful wave of pleasure threatening to engulf him.

"Leigh..." he warned, his voice barely more than a whisper as he held onto her tighter. His every muscle coiled in anticipation of what was about to come.

"Claude, Claude. Fuck!" she chanted, and that was all it took. She clenched around him as her climax took over. His vision turned black as he was swept away by the most intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life.

Sweaty and spent, they lay together on the couch until they regained their energy.

"Well, that was…" she started to speak.

"Hot. Ethereal. Tantalizing," he said

"Mediocre, dismal." She laughed, leaning over to catch her breath.

He reached out and spanked her ass. It took her by surprise. "Bratty girls get punished," he said with a snarl.

"What good does it do if they enjoy the punishment?" she responded and hopped off the couch before he could deal out another round of spankings.

She grabbed her clothes in the process and headed to get cleaned up and dressed. He leaned back against the couch and thought about how royally fucked he was. This shifter would be ingrained in him forever.