The Mane Attraction
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Dirty, disgusting, out-of-control old people, she raged under her breath. If they have sex at all, it should be in their bed, under the covers, with the door closed and locked. She stood tall and spun around to face him. What if their grandchildren had come to visit and found them doin it on the table like a couple ofof
Wolves?
Shut up. She threw up her hands. We cant stay here. Its that simple.
No, Mitch said, yanking the clothes she had clutched in her fist and tossing it across the room. Whats simple is that I have needs. Needs that need to be fulfilled. Now.
Hands on naked hips, I aint no whore, Mitchell Shaw. You got some needs you need taken care of, you go right on over to one of those full-human towns and get yourself a hooker.
Mitch grabbed her T-shirt and yanked her close.
Hey!
Do you think that just anyone can help me right now? I dont want anyone, Sissy Mae. I want you. I want you now. Naked, wet, and ready. I know I could get a hooker. I could have gotten one last night. I dont want that. I want you, on that bed, legs spread widenow move!
Should she be worried that was the nicest, most romantic thing any male had said to her? Probably. But it was. If she were a melting kind of gal, shed be a puddle of chocolate at his feet.
Instead, she lifted her head up high and walked over to the bed. She pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it over her shoulder. Slowly, she crept up on the side of the bed, making sure to give him her best ass wiggle. When she heard him growl, she turned, lying on her back. She spread her legs, bent her knees, and motioned to him with the crook of her finger.
Mitch pulled his T-shirt over his head and walked toward her. He knelt on the edge of the bed, placing the condom by the pillow. Watching her, Mitch slid his arms under her knees, lifting them and pulling her down the bed a bit. He lowered his head and buried his face between her thighs.
When his tongue speared her pussy, Sissy gasped, her arms reaching wildly around her. It wasnt merely his tongue either, but the way Mitch used it. He licked every fold, every crease, anything and everything he could reachand Lord knew, there wasnt much he couldnt reach with that tongue.
Sissy tried to grasp something to hold her anchored to the spot. But she was spread out across the bed, the headboard and footboard too far away to reach. And Mitch didnt let up. He ate at her like a starving man, bringing her up and up only to pull back before she could come. Shed hate him if she wasnt falling
No.
No, no, no, no. Dammit! She had to remember her own boundaries. She couldnt let the most amazing head shed ever experiencedabsolutely everget her tochange her own rules. Her rules, unlike the rules of some countries shed visited, were not made to be broken. Even by her.
Finally, Sissy reached down and buried her hands in Mitchs hair. His mouth latched onto her clit and sucked, sending her screaming into an orgasm that would blind a lesser woman.
As her body shook, Mitch pulled away. But only for a moment. Then he was back, his condom-covered cock slamming into her.
Sissy arched, cried out again. Mitch gripped her hands, pinning them by her head as he fucked her. He stared down into her face and smiled. Christ, I missed you.
Worried shed say something stupid, Sissy raised herself as much as she could and kissed Mitch. She could still taste herself on his mouth and tongue, and he took perverse delight in rubbing his wet face all over hers.
They laughed and fucked and came, and Sissy couldnt shake the feeling that something huge had just changed in her life.
Chapter 20
He figured theyd go to some field in neutral territory and race there. Once again, Mitch had been seriously wrong. Like the field in the middle of Smithtown, the track in the middle of the bear-run Collinstown could give Daytona a run for its money. And even more interesting was the fact that a race involving six women had drawn this kind of crowd. The stands were filled with shifter locals and any full-human mates they might have.
The usual beer and hot dogs were being sold, but they were also selling high-end paraphernalia, including T-shirts, sweatshirts, and jackets, all sporting the town names. It was kind of cute in an overly obsessive way. With a city, there were simply too many full-humans to ever get away with events like this and not have anyone notice. But here, they could simply enjoy being the out-of-control shifters they were. Mitch had to admit he loved it.
He couldnt imagine living out here full time, but there was a part of him, a part that he wasnt examining too closely, that kept seeing him and Sissy showing up from time to time. Eating pie, playing ball, freaking out because her parents still had a healthy sex life. Yeah, he was finding it easier and easier to imagine. Which reminded him that Sissy was something he could never have full time. Once he went back to Philly, it had to end.
Putting his feet up on the railing, Mitch said, Are you and Ronnie happy?
Brendon shrugged. I guess. I mean, Im happy. I think shes happy. When she isnt, she usually has no problem telling me.
Mitch grinned. In detail.
One time she pulled out a graph with charts. Brendon sipped his beer. What about you and Sissy?
What about us?
Come on, bruh. Im not blind. You two are getting way into each other.
Wolves?
Shut up. She threw up her hands. We cant stay here. Its that simple.
No, Mitch said, yanking the clothes she had clutched in her fist and tossing it across the room. Whats simple is that I have needs. Needs that need to be fulfilled. Now.
Hands on naked hips, I aint no whore, Mitchell Shaw. You got some needs you need taken care of, you go right on over to one of those full-human towns and get yourself a hooker.
Mitch grabbed her T-shirt and yanked her close.
Hey!
Do you think that just anyone can help me right now? I dont want anyone, Sissy Mae. I want you. I want you now. Naked, wet, and ready. I know I could get a hooker. I could have gotten one last night. I dont want that. I want you, on that bed, legs spread widenow move!
Should she be worried that was the nicest, most romantic thing any male had said to her? Probably. But it was. If she were a melting kind of gal, shed be a puddle of chocolate at his feet.
Instead, she lifted her head up high and walked over to the bed. She pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it over her shoulder. Slowly, she crept up on the side of the bed, making sure to give him her best ass wiggle. When she heard him growl, she turned, lying on her back. She spread her legs, bent her knees, and motioned to him with the crook of her finger.
Mitch pulled his T-shirt over his head and walked toward her. He knelt on the edge of the bed, placing the condom by the pillow. Watching her, Mitch slid his arms under her knees, lifting them and pulling her down the bed a bit. He lowered his head and buried his face between her thighs.
When his tongue speared her pussy, Sissy gasped, her arms reaching wildly around her. It wasnt merely his tongue either, but the way Mitch used it. He licked every fold, every crease, anything and everything he could reachand Lord knew, there wasnt much he couldnt reach with that tongue.
Sissy tried to grasp something to hold her anchored to the spot. But she was spread out across the bed, the headboard and footboard too far away to reach. And Mitch didnt let up. He ate at her like a starving man, bringing her up and up only to pull back before she could come. Shed hate him if she wasnt falling
No.
No, no, no, no. Dammit! She had to remember her own boundaries. She couldnt let the most amazing head shed ever experiencedabsolutely everget her tochange her own rules. Her rules, unlike the rules of some countries shed visited, were not made to be broken. Even by her.
Finally, Sissy reached down and buried her hands in Mitchs hair. His mouth latched onto her clit and sucked, sending her screaming into an orgasm that would blind a lesser woman.
As her body shook, Mitch pulled away. But only for a moment. Then he was back, his condom-covered cock slamming into her.
Sissy arched, cried out again. Mitch gripped her hands, pinning them by her head as he fucked her. He stared down into her face and smiled. Christ, I missed you.
Worried shed say something stupid, Sissy raised herself as much as she could and kissed Mitch. She could still taste herself on his mouth and tongue, and he took perverse delight in rubbing his wet face all over hers.
They laughed and fucked and came, and Sissy couldnt shake the feeling that something huge had just changed in her life.
Chapter 20
He figured theyd go to some field in neutral territory and race there. Once again, Mitch had been seriously wrong. Like the field in the middle of Smithtown, the track in the middle of the bear-run Collinstown could give Daytona a run for its money. And even more interesting was the fact that a race involving six women had drawn this kind of crowd. The stands were filled with shifter locals and any full-human mates they might have.
The usual beer and hot dogs were being sold, but they were also selling high-end paraphernalia, including T-shirts, sweatshirts, and jackets, all sporting the town names. It was kind of cute in an overly obsessive way. With a city, there were simply too many full-humans to ever get away with events like this and not have anyone notice. But here, they could simply enjoy being the out-of-control shifters they were. Mitch had to admit he loved it.
He couldnt imagine living out here full time, but there was a part of him, a part that he wasnt examining too closely, that kept seeing him and Sissy showing up from time to time. Eating pie, playing ball, freaking out because her parents still had a healthy sex life. Yeah, he was finding it easier and easier to imagine. Which reminded him that Sissy was something he could never have full time. Once he went back to Philly, it had to end.
Putting his feet up on the railing, Mitch said, Are you and Ronnie happy?
Brendon shrugged. I guess. I mean, Im happy. I think shes happy. When she isnt, she usually has no problem telling me.
Mitch grinned. In detail.
One time she pulled out a graph with charts. Brendon sipped his beer. What about you and Sissy?
What about us?
Come on, bruh. Im not blind. You two are getting way into each other.
