From Kessler’s broad chest, I heard a rumbling growl as I stuffed my hand down the front of his pants and pulled him out into the open air. Some men with Kessler’s level of confidence – even arrogance – have no justification for it and are just a letdown, Kessler… Well, he certainly had a right to be arrogant about his size, and as his swollen organ pulsed in my hand, I could feel its strength, like it was a living thing.
On an impulse, I dived down and kissed the throbbing red head before taking it in my mouth and sucking hard, reveling in a taste I hadn’t known for way too long. Kessler stroked my hair, enjoying what I was doing to him but without losing his control. As I bobbed back up to kiss his mouth again, Kessler kicked off his pants and reached for mine, popping buttons with experienced fingers and pulling them down my legs, along with my panties. For my part, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and stopped kissing him for long enough to pull it over his head, leaving him naked before my lust-filled gaze. I pushed him back to admire the fabulous contours of his athletic body, every muscle toned to perfection. Kessler looked like every man wanted to look, honed without being too big, every muscle in proportion. With one gloriously big exception.
I grabbed him by his cock, again marveling at the power that beat through it, and used it to pull him back to me. Kessler started to dip his head, ready to kiss me in more interesting places, but I was done waiting. I was on fire with desire and six months of abstinence was going to end here, now, on the kitchen work surface. Kessler quickly picked up my need and dragged me to the edge of the work surface, kissing me as he did so. He bent his strong legs to allow me to force the upright shaft of his cock down, lodging the plum-like head at the wet heat of my entrance. Our eyes met for a split second, then Kessler straightened his legs.
“OH!”
My long dry spell ended as Kessler pushed into me. Just a third of his length for now, but that was already enough to have me seeing stars as I tore at his skin with my nails.
“Yesohyesohyesohyes…” I grated through clenched teeth.
Kessler pulled back and drove in again, deeper this time, his heavy cock forging its proud path into my aching insides. He kissed me and I answered hungrily, sucking on his tongue and tugging on his lips with my teeth. I wrapped my legs around his hips and squeezed as Kessler pulled out and thrust in again, filling me close to bursting. He retreated, his shaft slick with my juices. Once more and I would have all of him.
“Oh yes!”
Kessler went in hard and to the hilt, his muscular hips crushing against my own. I tightened my legs about him, wanting every last millimeter of him and we stayed like that awhile, with Kessler moving only slightly on the balls of his feet, rotating his impaling cock to stretch me. I was fighting just to remain conscious, adrift in a sea of overwhelming pleasure that dulled every sense, waves of ecstasy pulsing out from my core. Kessler fed on my lips, kissing me forever, while his cock remained hard as granite within me.
A squeeze of my legs was enough to tell him that I was ready for more, and he was more than able to provide. I gulped as Kessler began to stroke in and out of me, his solid cock creating aching tides of pleasure that drenched my body. I couldn’t cope, I couldn’t hold back. My body seemed to contract in on my core and then rush out from it in a rainbow explosion of sensation and I realized that I was crying out. As I came, Kessler continued to thrust, riding me through my orgasm and igniting the tail end of it into a series of breathtaking mini-spends that made my body jerk and convulse on the kitchen counter.
It was not just the first orgasm a man had brought me to for six months, it was the best of my life. It was as if in the six months that I had been away, fresh discoveries had been made in the field of sex. But no, it was just that I was with Kessler.
I collapsed against him, breathing heavily. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to come so quick.”
He shrugged and kissed my neck. “Frankly, that was the reaction I was aiming for.”
I straightened up to look him in the eye. “More. Now.”
Kessler grinned.
I squealed as he picked me up off the countertop and enjoyed the feel of his muscles working to hold me and move me up and down on his impaling cock. Wrapping my legs about his hips again and clinging on to his shoulders with my hands, I began to work myself into him, harder and harder, faster and faster. Now the initial shock of that first brilliant orgasm was out of the way, I felt I was properly warmed up. I wanted more, I wanted it all, I wanted everything Kessler had to give.
As I rose and fell with relentless force, my ass cheeks cracking against his hard skin, he carried me out of the kitchen into the lounge, squeezing my writhing ass as I rode him. In the middle of the room, I let go with my hands and Kessler laughed as I fell back from him, pivoting on his thrusting member. Bending his knees, he used my swinging weight to fuck me with the momentum of my loose body, hanging away from him, my arms trailing. I’d never met a man strong enough to pull off such a move before, and Kessler made it look easy, the strain not even showing in his face.
With an outstretched hand, I touched the couch and grabbed at the cushions, pulling us closer. As if we were in telepathic contact, Kessler took my meaning and laid me down on the couch, clambering on top of me, kissing me hard. Then, supporting himself on his hands, he proceeded to pound me till I whooped my way to another fierce orgasm. This time, he remained still as I came, his hardness still strong inside me, gently stirring my spasming pussy.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered to me as I came back down to earth.
Frankly, I thought that the compliments belonged elsewhere, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Catching him off-guard, I pushed Kessler back and, after a little maneuvering, he ended up in a sitting position with me seated astride him and him beaming up at me, clearly enjoying himself as much as I was. Now, it was my turn to do a bit of pounding. Grabbing hold of the back of the couch and digging my knees into the cushions, I rode him for all he was worth. I bounced up and down in his lap, my tight buns smacking against the hard muscles of his thighs; I leaned in to kiss him while grinding my hips into him like a pepper grinder; I leaned back to pull him into a new angle, working his cock against the tight confines of my pussy. Throughout it all, Kessler lay there, a big grin on his face, taking everything I threw at him.
Twisting in my seat without releasing him from my body, I turned around to ride him reverse cowgirl awhile. Kessler purred as he ran his hands over my ass, clearly enjoying this new position, but his stamina still held, his cock as strong as ever. I, on the other hand, was on the brink again. Screaming in delight, I threw my body backwards against my strong lover as another orgasm rose up from within me. Kessler grunted, maybe finally showing some sign of weakness, then grabbed my hips and bulled up into me, driving me further into the stratosphere.
I fell over sideways, taking Kessler with me, and we lay on the couch, me spooned up to Kessler, his face, buried in my hair, his lips kissing my neck.
“You’re not done, are you?” I asked, as soon as I had my breath back. I don’t know what it was about this man, but I could not get enough of him.
Kessler flexed his still hard organ inside me. “Not a chance.”
Placing a hand on my hip to steady me where I lay on my side, Kessler pulled out and pressed back in, making me moan with fresh ecstasy. How much could my body take? More importantly; how much did it want? I had never been so thoroughly fucked and all I wanted was more.
As he fucked me with long, deep strokes of his strong cock, Kessler slipped a hand forwards to tweak my clit from the front, as skillfully as he had done everything else today. I could now hear some effort in his breathing as he stroked in and out, finally approaching his own climax, and as I came once more, I cried out, “Come with me, baby. Come with me.”
How much longer he might have kept going I do not know, but there was a definite relief in Kessler’s voice as he gasped then growled and I felt him shoot his load deep i
nto my body.
We lay awhile in perfect post-coital silence, kissing and stroking at each other’s bodies. From Kessler’s mouth, I kissed across his face, down his neck, across the delicious expanse of his chest, and on down, until…
“Damn, woman,” Kessler laughed as I sucked at his flaccid cock, “what do you want from me?”
I giggled as he threw himself forward, grabbing my body and kissing everything he found. Hastily, he stripped my blouse and bra from me, massaged my small breasts and kissed my nipples into erect bullets. Our limbs entwined in a sweaty tangle as we played on the couch together, and I felt him growing hard again in my eager mouth.
Without a word of warning, Kessler swept me into his arms and carried me to the bedroom. I giggled as he dropped me onto the bed, then gasped as he dived between my legs, his tongue finding me out.
“Oh Kessler!” Men as well-endowed as Kessler seldom take the time to learn much about great cunnilingus, but Kessler was all about giving women pleasure, by any and every means at his disposal. I scrunched the sheets in tight fists as he burrowed into me, exciting my body in whole new ways. As his fingers joined his tongue, I flung my legs up over his shoulders, drumming my heels against his muscular back as the pleasure rose to fever pitch. When Kessler’s middle finger pressed against my asshole, I could contain myself no longer and went off yet again, gasping and crying his name.
Kessler gave me little time to recover. With my legs still on his shoulders, he moved forward, folding me in half as his fully restored cock pressed into my slick tunnel. When I came again, he rolled me over, urged me into a kneeling position, and fucked me doggy style for a beautifully long time, until we came in unison.
I rolled over, my whole body filled from top to toe with happy, tingling sensations as my irrepressible lover looked down at me.
“I’ll make lunch. You take a break.”
He was still treating my home as if it was his, but I was inclined to cut him some slack. The world needs more men who can fuck a woman to the brink of insanity and then make her lunch.
I hopped into the shower to take some of the well-earned strain out of my muscles and I was still in there when Kessler entered the bathroom.
“Lunch is ready.”
I said nothing.
He opened the shower door to poke his head in. “Lunch is ready.”
I grabbed him round the back of the neck and pulled him into the shower. “Get the hell in here.”
“Not hungry?” grinned Kessler.
“Ravenous.” I kissed him fiercely. “Lunch can wait. I can’t.”
Though he had already come twice, Kessler was hard again in moments and I thrust out my ass for him. It was our quickest and hardest fuck yet, as he banged me to orgasm against the wall with delicious ferocity before we both came together.
Afterwards, we dried ourselves and made our way into the bedroom, where Kessler had laid out a picnic lunch on the bed. I gaped in astonishment.
“I’d have bet good money there wasn’t enough food in this place to make anything like this.”
“You’ve got to know what you’re doing,” admitted Kessler. “Use a little imagination.”
“You can cook, too?”
Kessler smiled. “I am the full package.”
My eyes strayed between his legs. “No kidding.”
We chatted as we ate and, for a full hour, the day was not about sex nor even about the case. In fact, looking back afterwards, I could not recall what we had talked about – we had met the night before and presumably had little in common. And yet the conversation was never stilted and never stalled. It was easy, more like a chat between two old friends than one between two comparative strangers who shared nothing but a certain amount of bodily fluids.
As lunch neared an end, I saw Kessler’s cock begin to stir back into life. The sight made me feel special; he was still attracted to me; he still wanted more. I did, too.
Ducking my head between his legs, I began to suck at him, drawing appreciative growls from above. As I worked, Kessler moved the lunch things to the floor before drawing me back from his newly hardened cock and laying me down on the bed.
“Now, where were we?”
In the next few hours, we worked our way through every room in the apartment and every position conceivable. I had no idea how many times I came, but each one seemed like the end of the world. Kessler climaxed twice more, yet always managed to stiffen again and we were off once more.
I had more sex in one day than in the previous year, and with a man who treated my body like a temple, who acted like giving me pleasure was his only purpose in life. After the year I had had, it was the most wonderful day.
It ended back on the bed once more, Kessler energetically taking me to the stars again, the headboard thumping repeatedly against the wall until we both reached our ultimate goal one more spectacular time and collapsed back to the bed, gasping for breath, our bodies sheened in sweat, our chests heaving.
“I’ve got to go.”
Chapter 7
I’ve got to go.
Most women hearing those four little words from a man when they’re still lying there in the sweaty aftermath, trying to get their breath back and wait for the world to stop spinning, would be angry or hurt or upset or some combination of the above. But there were two reasons that I was glad to hear Kessler say that.
Firstly; the same reason that I’m always happy to hear a man say that – I’m not looking for anything serious and it’s good to know that neither are they. My life as a cop did not allow time or brain space for a relationship, and the rigors of the job anyway made it impossible. Casual sex was far more suitable. Since then, I had wanted no one in my life, and Kessler had not changed that. I had needed today – had needed it soooo badly – but I had now gotten what I needed, and he could leave. If he stayed then maybe he would start looking at me differently and start seeing things I did not want him to see. Worse still, maybe I would start looking at him like that.
Secondly was a more insidious reason and not one that I’m proud of.
“Okay,” I said. “I might grab a shower. You can let yourself out.”
Kessler gave me another of those little admiring looks that suggested he thought he had found his ideal woman. I guessed that the women he slept with usually put up more of a fight for him to stay – well, I wasn’t that girl.
“Okay. No doubt I’ll see you around.”
As Kessler began to hunt about for his clothes, I headed for the bathroom and turned the shower on. But instead of stepping under the inviting stream of hot water, I hastily dressed and looked out the bathroom window that handily overlooked the main entrance to the building. A minute or so later, Kessler left my apartment block, walking with purpose. I watched him for long enough to get an idea of his direction then ran out of the bathroom, out of my apartment and down the stairs.
Outside, I ran off in the direction in which Kessler had gone. I might, of course, have lost him in the minute it had taken me to get from bathroom to street, but following in the direction in which I had last seen him, I soon saw him up ahead and fell back, keeping to the shadows, keeping my distance, and remaining upwind.
I’m not in the habit of stalking the men I sleep with – I wasn’t currently in the habit of sleeping with men but that’s another story – but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. I might not have the badge to say that I was a cop, but I had it engraved on my heart. If I ever wanted to know what was going on with this case, then I needed to know who Kessler worked for. Someone else was interested in this case, someone who clearly wasn’t linked to the police and who had money for private investigators. A werewolf, for sure, since Talbot and Kessler were both wolves. Finding out who this person was took me one step closer to finding out what had happened to Dog, what wolfbane had to do with it, and who Lovely was and why she had given false evidence to send Dog to jail.
Tracking a werewolf isn’t easy. Their sense of smell in human form isn’t as good as it
is when they are full wolf, but it’s still a lot better than a human’s and certainly good enough to pick up the scent of a person whose scent he was, after the day we’d shared, pretty damn familiar with. Fortunately, stalking wolves was a key part of training for the Wolf Squad and was something I’d always been pretty good at. I let him have a long leash, keeping an eye on him from a safe distance and on the opposite side of the street, always making sure there were plenty of people between him and me. One thing that made following Kessler easier than other werewolves was that he left a visual trail that I could follow like a wolf could track a scent. Wherever he went, Kessler left in his wake a stream of rubbernecking women keen to get one more look at him because they could not quite believe what they had seen, or perhaps simply wanting to get the rear view, as well – which was well worth getting. Kessler strode through the busy afternoon streets with an air of total confidence, aware of his own good looks as well as his own strength and ability to face anything that came his way. He probably enjoyed the stares of raw lust he got from every woman between the ages of twelve and ninety, and probably also enjoyed the stares of equally raw hate he got from the men, who wished they were him. He was probably used to it by now – he was Kessler; this was how people looked at him.
Whatever the case, it was very useful to me as it enabled me to let Kessler go out of my sight – I could still pick up his trail by following the direction of the stares. I was also starting to get an idea of where he might be heading, and if I was right then it made things not just easier, but also more interesting.
And potentially more dangerous, but I wasn’t thinking of that right now.
As Kessler rounded a corner, taking him into a slightly better district, my suspicions were all but confirmed. Surely we were heading for the Pack Lodge of the MacKenzie, the building from which MacKenzie Sean, the current Pack Leader, ruled his people. As we approached the Lodge itself, I held back even further. I had a good view of the main entrance and if Kessler was headed there then I had no further reason to follow – I sure as hell couldn’t go inside after him.
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