To drive his point home, he turned her around and locked his lips onto hers, kissing her as if she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
*****
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Anita knew that she should stop this at once. She could easily pull away from him, slap him across the face hard and storm out of the room armed with a story about the way that the Senator abused women, but as he stroked his tongue over hers, evoking sensations that she had never imagined existed, she knew that nothing of that sort was going to happen. Not in this world. It was evident that he had been expecting someone else, and Anita wondered if it was the brunette bimbette who had been escorted out of the building. But why had she been escorted out, could she have been a whore, and did the Senator have to pay for sex? No, that was out of the question, Lance Whitefield could have any woman that he wanted to fuck with the snap of a finger, including her, Anita now realized.
So then, who was the brunette? Anita tried to think, but her thoughts were drowned by the passion of the moment. How could she think when he was kissing her like this, the most deliciously arousing and sweet kiss that she had ever received in her entire life? His heady fragrance made her dizzy with desire and her mind was swirling with sensation as his soft lips caressed hers gently, assaulting her deliciously. Senator Lance held her tightly against him, and the feel of his cock rocking gently over her crotch made her wet with desire. She had lost control of her life, and the Senator was now the one in charge of what she felt. She felt her panties soaking with the heat of her desire, and she couldn’t believe just how turned on this stranger was making her. It was not supposed to happen like this. She was just here for a story, period. At this rate, she was definitely going to get a story, but not one that she could put in the newspaper.
“The scent of your arousal is driving me crazy,” he whispered into her ear, tracing his tongue around it, before pushing it into her ear and nibbling on her ear lobe. Anita found herself trembling with desire, an intense burning desire. “What is your name, sweetheart?”
Name? Anita was not sure if she could remember her name. “An… Anita,” she finally managed to say, moaning softly when his hand cupped her breast and began massaging it.
This was not the cool billionaire politician that she had seen on TV and read about in newspapers and magazines, this man was taut under his suit, and the heat of his touch was burning her from the inside out.
“Okay, Anita, I'm going to take off your dress,” he said, and Anita knew that he was not asking for her permission to do it.
Her heart was racing as he reached behind her for her zipper and tugged it down. His fingers brushed over her spine sending a wave of pleasure all the way down to her cunt. If at all she was going to stop him, it had to be now, but Anita knew that she couldn’t. He had made her body come alive in ways she had never imagined, and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her body was demanding satisfaction from the aching need within her, a need that had crept up right from the moment that she had spotted Lance walking towards her in the corridor. When he looked at her, there had been a wicked lust in his eyes, almost as if he were some animal predator out to feast on her. Her common sense jumped right out of the window from that moment onwards, and her intense need for pleasure and passion immediately took over.
“Your skin is so soft. I almost feel as if I'm dipping my fingers in cream when I touch you,” he said, squeezing her ass gently.
Anita felt as if she was going to faint when he hooked his finger into her thong and tugged it down. Standing up again, he moved his hand over the cleft of her buttocks and then traced down to her inner thigh. Anita's knees buckled.
“Nice, it looks like somebody likes being touched there,” he said, moving his hand up to graze her damp folds. “I can't wait to see what else you like, Anita.”
Anita was breathing heavily on his chest. She felt like reaping off his clothes and begging him to make love to her. “Lance, please….,” Anita pleaded with him, her mind foggy with desire.
“It's okay, Anita, I'm gonna give you everything that you want just the way that you want it, but first I wanna make sure that you are comfortable.”
Anita was not sure if she shook her head, but the next thing, she felt herself being swept off the floor. Lance carried her through the dark room almost as if he was wearing night vision glasses. Anita could not see a damn thing in the room and yet Lance walked as if it was day time. Lance placed her onto his bed, and she sat up on her elbows trying to clear her head and bring herself back into reality. Before her dream could come to an end, Lance pulled open the drapes and there he stood, his body bathing in the moonlight. With his eyes fixed on her, Lance began removing his clothes, beginning with his tie and then moving on to his coat and shirt. A dark mat of hair covered his chest all the way down to his abdomen. Anita could not believe that all this was happening to her, and she was sure that when her rational mind kicked in, she would regret this. Right now, however, she wanted this more than ever. Her eyes followed his fingers as they pulled down his zipper, splitting the material open. God, how much sexier could it get? The Senator was not wearing any underwear, and a thick long cock stood out from a forest of dark curls. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up to meet his gaze.
“Get up,” Lance commanded. Anita obediently slipped off the bed, standing before him. “I wanna look at you.”
Her dress hung over her voluptuous hips, and she figured that if she had been as skinny as the brunette, it would have fallen right off. Lance moved forward, running his hands over her hips to her dress to push it down. As her dress fell into a pool at her feet, Lance wrapped one hand around her and pulled her towards him, the sensation of her nipples against his furry chest registering with desire. He threaded her hair with his fingers, pulling it gently and sending a wave of need all the way to her sex. Her throbbing clit was aching with need, a need that only Lance could take care of.
“You are very beautiful, Anita,” Lance said, his lips sealing over hers as he began stroking her tongue tantalizingly with his, making her even weaker.
Anita felt somewhat disappointed when he pulled his lips away from hers. Taking her hands, he pulled her back, leading her to the window. Anita's mind was running quickly in every direction, and she thanked God for the fact that in the penthouse suite there was no way that anyone would see them at the window. She felt vulnerable standing by the window nude, the moonlight shining against their bodies. Lance took his hands to her breasts and began massaging them, circling his thumbs around her nipples pleasurably. The pleasure and heat was so intense, Anita had to bite her lower lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Leaning forward, Lance wrapped his lips around one of her peaks and began sucking and licking it, and this time Anita was sure that she was going to faint. He tugged the nipple with his teeth, and this time Anita could not stop herself from moaning. As he sucked on her pebbled nipple, he thumbed the other one, pinching it and rolling it in between his fingers. The myriad of sensations was driving Anita crazy and she even thought that she would climax before he even touched her pussy.
He released her nipple from his mouth and looked at it as it puckered and grew erect. He then shifted his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment until Anita threw her head back, pleasure overwhelming her as she moaned. Anita watched as he crouched down infront of her, moving his face to the dusting of fur at her crotch. She breathed in deeply and could smell her heady scent of arousal spreading through the room. He breathed in deeply, a priceless look forming on his face.
“If you taste as good as you smell, I don’t think that I'm ever going to get enough of you,” he said, leaning forward as his tongue slipped between her slickened folds, going all the way to her clit, circling and flicking it. Anita was so highly turned on, she almost climaxed as he began stroking her sensitive folds with his tongue. “I think I've just become addicted to you, Anita.”
His voice was tight and hot, almost the same way that she felt wit
hin the crease of her pussy. Anita was not sure if she would be able to take the torture a minute longer. She was hot and horny, and she had been on the verge of orgasm right from the moment that she had set her eyes on him and seen the intent to fuck her in his face, the face that was now buried in between her thighs doing delicious things to her pussy. She took her hand down to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She wanted to get his attention, but she was so aroused, words could not come out. He sensed her need and looked up, his eyes dark and mysteriously sexy.
“I know baby, but first I want you to come for me so that I can taste your climax.”
What the hell was he doing to her? Anita wanted the hardness of his cock deep within her, fucking her into oblivion. This erotic torture that he was giving her had her right on the brink. She looked down at his dark head buried between her thighs, a sloshing sound coming from the way that he was lapping at her pussy, and the mind blowing pleasure of his tongue within her folds was enough to send her to heaven. Anita trembled at the force of her climax, and she moaned out loudly, entwining her fingers in his hair as she pushed him harder against her. Waves of pleasure coursed through her whole being as Anita's world spun around its own axis. By the time her climax came to an end, Anita was panting and shaking, by far the most intense orgasm of her life.
Lance got up, pulling her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Anita tasted her own sweet nectar on his lips, clinging onto him as he lifted her and carried her over to the bed. As he placed her on his satin sheets, Anita felt his dick rub lightly against her thigh, a clear reminder that this was just the beginning.
*****
Lance breathed in, wondering what incredible luck he had scoring such a big-bodied beauty. He knew that Anita was not a lupine at all, and he had sensed it right from the time when he had first caught her scent of arousal. There was also the fact that her body had not at least partially transformed the whole time that he had been with her. Anita had a sort of raw innocence, innocence that he had not seen in a long time, and it made her irresistible to him. He felt a connection with her that he had not felt with any other woman before, despite the fact that she was a human and could never be his pack mate.
Lance had no idea who this woman was or what she wanted, but all he wanted to do was to fuck her. It went against all of his rules to fuck a human being, but with Anita things were different. He would deal with the consequences tomorrow. He looked down into her luminous eyes and he wondered what was on her mind. It was probably best not to know. His eyes swept over her lips, full and yet natural, unlike all of the socialite women who had expensive lip jobs done. His cock tightened with arousal as he imagined her lips wrapped around it, sucking on it and overflowing him with pleasure. His bet was that she had to be good at giving head, but right now he wanted more than that. He wanted to be inside her, fucking her as she touched him. As if sensing his need, Anita reached her hand out to his cock and wrapped her fingers around it, beginning to stroke it up and down slowly. Lance growled, fighting back the urge to transform with all of his will power. He had a feral need to have her, to possess her and mark her as his own, and it made the blood pulse strongly through his veins.
“Yeah, stroke it like that, baby, that feels good,” he said, fighting the urge to come already. There was no way that he could let that happen; his first time with her had to be with his cock deep inside her. Anita reached down for his balls and began massaging them, making them grow taut in their sack. “At this rate, I might come in your hand, and so you had better stop.”
“I think I'd actually love that,” Anita grinned at him, and his dick grew even harder as he tried to picture her watching his dick spurt.
“Consider it your dream come true, but not right now.”
“Are you serious?” she asked, moving her fingers over the sensitive spot between his balls and his butt.
Nodding, he reached for her leg and pulled it up over him, her hand going around his neck. He felt his cock pressing against her pussy. The wetness in her vagina felt like molten lava running over his cock, singeing him and urging him to drive his manhood into her heat. He pushed his shaft into her slit, unable to hold back a growl as his body filled with pleasure. Lance buried his face in her neck, his fangs sinking into her skin gently and painlessly, tasting her as her body enveloped his cock and squeezed it. Her pussy fit perfectly around his dick, and he began moving it in and out of her sweet tightness.
“Oh, God,” Anita cried, holding him tightly as he drilled her with pleasure.
Lance boned her the way that he loved it, a little rough and a little hard, and Anita seemed to enjoy it to the core. She struggled to give back as much as she got, although Lance had to hold back the best in him so as not to frighten her. She was human, and if he fucked her as hard as he would have liked to, the next thing that would be doing the rounds of the gossip circuit would be word about how Senator Whitefield fucks roughly. He fought the urge to turn her over and fuck her like an animal, and instead concentrated on the sensations that her vagina was bringing his dick.
“Harder, Lance, fuck me harder,” she moaned, the words sounding like music to his ears and made his claws unsheathe. He reached down for her ass, pressing it against himself as his dick ground over her clit hard and rough. Anita sunk her teeth into his chest, and he could tell that she was totally in heaven. Suddenly, Anita screamed, her love juices flooding over his shaft as she climaxed hard. The strength of her orgasm was so intense, it was almost impossible for Lance to hold back his own climax. She ground her cunt over his cock urgently, digging her nails into his shoulders as she cried out his name over and over again. Lance continued pounding her with his cock hard and rough, and as she cooled down, he also climaxed with a grunt, shooting his seed deep within her. She gripped his cock tightly with her pussy, milking it deliciously of all it’s cum.
For a while, the only sounds in the room were the sounds of their breathing. Lance stroked Anita's hair, kissing her lightly on the forehead and then on her lips before holding her in his arms and feeling more satisfied than he had ever remembered. Something about being with Anita felt right, and holding her in his arms made him feel as if she belonged there. The moment that released his orgasm inside her, he had claimed her as his own. That sort of left him in a dilemma, because Lance had never ever intended to mate with a human being. If a human being discovered the fact that he was not one of them, but was a werewolf, he and his kind would be doomed forever. There was no way that he could trust any of them. He knew nothing about Anita, but judging from his feelings, he might have just made love to a pack mate.
*****
Anita was content to listen to the sound of Lance breathing lightly against her ear. The heat from his body was more than enough and she did not need a sheet to cover herself. At least now she knew that Boston’s most eligible bachelor and richest billionaire definitely wasn’t gay since he had just given her an Oscar award-winning love making. She felt her nipples pebbling at the thought of the sensations that he had just given her. Anita felt as if she was untamed when she was with him, and she had wanted to do wild things to him, scratching him and even biting him. She had even wanted to howl like a wolf. He would definitely have thought that she was nuts had she done that. But then again, there was the way that he had fucked her wildly, although she had the feeling that he was holding back. Could there be more to Lance Whitefield than meets the eye? She smiled to herself.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.”
“Ah, don’t tell me that coming makes you laugh.”
His eyes were the color of amber, and she felt her heart skipping a beat as she gazed into them. “What I do remember is that I was screaming your name over and over.”
“Really?” she could see the heat within his eyes beginning to intensify again.
Anita felt like a sixteen year-old love sick girl, and she resisted the urge to sigh. This man was not only gorgeous, but he exuded an oozing sexuality that no other man she k
new did.
“Anita, tell me about yourself.”
“What?” she could not believe that he was asking her such a question after the great sex they just had. She thought that the moment he finds out that she was a reporter, he would kick her out of the door and out of his life. Moving back on the bed, she sat up and looked at him, dreading the words that tumbled out of her mouth. “I'm a reporter with the Boston Herald.”
He stopped stroking her thigh. “What?”
“Yeah, I'm a reporter,” Anita would have preferred the heated looks that Lance had been giving her to the cold, blank stare he was giving now.
“But I thought you were…”
“What did you think I was?” she asked when he did not finish the sentence.
“Never mind.” It had to be the brunette. “So, did you get the story that you wanted?”
Anita decided that it was time that she told him the truth. “I had actually been hoping to get an interview when I snuck up here tonight.”
“Does that mean that you finally managed to get that interview?” Lance asked, getting off the bed and combing his fingers through his hair.
It was irritating to listen to Lance talking like that, as if she would trade the great sex he’d just given her for anything, better still, a story. “What do I look like, a whore? Do you see any hidden cameras or tape recorders?”
Despite the way that he looked at her in an insulting way, Anita found her body beginning to tingle with excitement. Her nipples pebbled when his eyes swept over them, and she could not believe that she was actually getting turned on despite what was happening.
“You never know, maybe you have a camera hidden somewhere inside your body.”
Anita slid off the bed and rushed past him in search of her dress. Crouching down, she picked up her dress.
“Don’t tell me that you are leaving. Why?” he asked, standing infront of her and blocking her way.
“If you think that I fucked you to make the headlines, then I'd rather get the hell out of here. Get out of the way, Senator Whitefield,” she said, trying to push past him.
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