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The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

Joe grinned. His knee moved higher between her legs and rubbed at her moist sex. He could feel her anticipation through the fabric of her jeans. "My my, what an eager body you have my dear," he teased, leaning down and pulling at her ear with his teeth before trailing his mouth across her neck. He sucked on her soft skin, raking his teeth with a little roughness across the front of her neck as he moved to press his body across hers more.

He moved his hands from her breast to her arms. Slowly but with a firm touch he began to move her wrists to over her head, pinning them with one hand while his mouth explored hers. There was something fully erotic about being fully clothed while sexing up a bombshell like Carla. She was beyond hot, and that made it all the more erotic when her body practically screamed out to him "Take me!".
 
Carla couldn't help but start moaning as Joe explored her body. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck so that Joe could nibble at it with ease. She struggled a little as Joe pinned her arms above her head, but it was the kind of struggling meant to goad him on rather than to make him stop. Every action she took and every sound she made was to spur Joe on; she wanted him badly, but more importantly, she wanted him to need her. She didn't want to be simply desirable, she wanted Joe to need to be inside her on the most primal level.
 
The way she smelled, the way she moved and squirmed underneath him, drove Joe harder and harder into uncontrolled passion. He straddled her and moved his leg up to rub on her sex, enjoying the way she seemed to just melt into a sex kitten.

"My god, woman...you're driving me crazy," he said, feeling how wet she had gotten so quickly. He pulled away to sit on his knees and he pulled her up to him so she was sitting up on her ass. With a naughty grin he took her hands and put them on his jeans. "Why don't you undo these for me?" He asked as he stroked her hair. The way he was looking down at her was like someone might look at their favorite pet, full of adoration and pleasure.
 
Carla thought of teasing Joe a little, seeing if she could get him to assert a little more dominance, but decided against it. After all, he'd cooked her breakfast, so she'd play nice for now. She let out a happy sigh as she felt his fingers stroking through her hair, half-wishing she were in wolf form so that he could scratch behind her ears. When Joe placed her hands on his jeans, she used her thumbs to gently stroke his cock through the fabric of his pants while she leaned in and gripped the zipper with her teeth. Once she had a firm grip of it, she pulled it down slowly before lifting her head up once more to grip the hem of his jeans just above the button. With a firm, practiced tug, she undid the button and grinned smugly up at Joe, her expression daring him not to praise her.
 
"You've...ah," he smiled down at her, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You've done this before, I see." His grin turned lop-sided and he leaned down to kiss her as he gripped her hair still. "You're such a good girl. I just might have to fuck you a few times before I let you eat."

He decided that he wanted to fuck her the first time partially clothed, so he shoved her back on the bed. Grinning he moved in between her legs, easing the pants down just enough to free his hardening and thickening cock. "You don't mind if I just use you for a bit do you?" His knob nudged at her sopping wet cunt. As his body slid into hers he moved his mouth down to her nipple and began to suck and nibble on her nipples roughly.
 
Carla's only response to Joe's statement was to broaden her grin. She let out a happy rumbling sound as Joe kissed her, which she reciprocated passionately. She let out a surprised noise as he shoved her onto the bed, but did not at all resist him, nor did her grin fade. She particularly liked it when he said that he'd let her eat later; it was such a deliciously alpha-male thing for him to say. It was only when he asked if she minded him using her when she spoke up.

"You're not really using me if you have to ask, silly boy," she teased. Her voice was soon stolen from her, though, when the head of his cock nudged her slit, causing her to let out a gasp of pleasure. As he slid himself into her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself closer to him. Carla loved being the center of attention, so she loved that she could be the singular thing occupying Joe's focus. She loved that he'd take charge, but all she'd need to do was wriggle her hips or give him a particularly naughty smile and he'd be all over her. She'd been a little nervous about trying monogamy at first, but if this was what it would be like with Joe all the time, she doubted they'd have to worry about either of their eyes wandering.
 
Joe chuckled. "It's not like I'd necessarily stop if you said you do mind," he teased, nuzzling her neck as he thrust deep into her, "but I care about you enough to consider your desires." He grunted pleasurably as his body expanded her warm interiors. "You are so perfect." The hard coolness of his clothes between their bodies and the fact that he was still for all intents and purposes clothed made their joining that much more erotic. He reached underneath her arms and held her hair, pulling her down onto his body as he simultaneously pushed up into her.

When he turned to look into her eyes his own were half-closed, lost in the primal ecstasy of her body and the completely immersing feeling of lust that was coming over him. It was obvious that in a few strokes he wouldn't be thinking of her but of the overwhelming pleasure she was giving him. He was switching over from playful love-making to fucking; an Id-driven, primal and completely animalistic giving-into-lust side of himself.
 
Carla was surprised at how much she enjoyed the hair-pulling. No one else had really done it with her, largely because she was usually the dominant partner. Still, it was a pleasant sensation, guiding her where Joe wanted her to go. She could trust him with that sort of control, partially because her instincts told her to and partially because experience had taught her that anyplace he took her was very pleasurable for the both of them. She moaned and writhed beneath him, struggling just enough to be noticeable but not enough to make him think that she wanted to escape She could feel it as both of them slipped into a lust-filled frenzy and she was hoping that his instincts would make him even more dominant. He said that he cared about her desires, but she wanted him to care only about himself. The more controlling Joe was, the more Carla enjoyed herself.
 
Joe grunted like an animal and started to just fuck Carla hard and deep, enjoying the way her legs pulled him in tighter with every stroke. His hands dropped down to her shoulders so he could get a better purchase on her body as he thrust deeper and deeper, slamming his body into hers hard enough that most women would find it unpleasant, but for Joe, with his wolven ancestry and his athletic conditioning it was barely enough to keep him satisfied. There was something about being with her twice in two days; Carla was starting to imprint on Joe's psyche, especially with his body subliminally reacting to her wolf nature.

His pleasure in her body mounted as his tempo increased, and then finally he let out a deep growl and thrust into her, spilling his warm seed deep into her body with a satisfied and drawn out grunt of pleasure.
 
Most women would have complained and tried to break away with how rough Joe was getting, but Carla was enjoying it. For one thing, she was genetically coded to find Joe's rough, demanding treatment pleasurable, but for another, she was also physically capable of handling it. A human woman would have likely come away from the animalistic fucking with a sore pussy and maybe a bruise or two, but Carla's body was far hardier. She squirmed and struggled beneath him, goading him into being more controlling, more demanding until, finally, she felt her climax building alongside Joe's.

When Joe finally came inside of her, Carla's back arched until she was supporting herself on her neck and elbows, her chest completely bared to him. Her walls clamped down on his shaft, milking him for every glorious drop of cum she could get as a screaming orgasm ripped through her body. When she finally came down from her climax, she slumped down on the bed, practically gasping for breath. She'd never felt anything so intense in her life!
 
Joe supported his weight on an elbow and gave Carla a few more thrusts as she came, then kissed her neck and nibbled on her nipple, taking full advantage of her bared state. "I didn't tell you to cum yet," he half-teased. "Naughty girl; we might have to make you pay for that."

He rolled over and let out a satisfied sigh. Reaching over and tweaking one of her nipples he drew in his breath. "Lick me clean, darling. Then I'm going to check on breakfast. If you're a good licker I might let you eat before we fuck again." He gave her a crooked grin and then tucked his hands under his head, relaxing as he waited for her to do as she was told.
 
Carla's expression was confused when Joe told her he hadn't given her permission to cum; not fearful, just confused. Had they been playing some game she hadn't been aware of? Or had she simply forgotten that they were playing? It wasn't impossible: she'd only recently woken up and they'd gone straight to sex, so she could have easily missed something Joe had said or simply gotten too caught up in the sex to remember about it. Of course, it was more than a little difficult to think too deeply into it when she was still basking in the afterglow of an orgasm and Joe was playing with her nipples. She gave herself a mental shrug and decided to go with it: for all she knew, this could lead somewhere fun.

She rolled onto her stomach and crawled slowly, sensuously up Joe's body, her ass swaying in large, exaggerated arcs with her every movement. She dragged her breasts along Joe's legs, her hard nibbles abrading against his skin and sending marvelous little sparks of pleasure through her body. She stopped when her face was even with Joe's cock and gently cupped his shaft in her right hand while she turned her head sideways and wrapped her lips around the side of his length, suckling at it and snaking her tongue out to curl around the underside as she cleaned him off. She worked her way of from the base of his shaft to the head of his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip before switching her hands and performing the same service she had on the left side of his cock on the right, this time traveling from the tip to the base. Carla was in no way simply cleaning Joe: she was teasing him back to arousal, but very carefully not bringing him to orgasm. With any luck, she'd get another round of sex in before breakfast.
 
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