Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

butt hole. When she didn’t complain, he pulled out and drove his cock into her harder than before.
    Charlie’s body lunged forward, and Reese barely caught her as she fell toward the floor. She was flat-handed on the carpet, her hair hanging over her face, her breasts dangling. Reese dropped to the floor, laughing as he checked to see if she was all right.
    But Blane could no longer think straight. Reese would make sure she was all right. But with her pretty round bottom lifted in the air in front of him, he had only one thought. Grabbing her hips, he drove into her again.
    She yelped but didn’t try to move away as he pushed into her even harder, faster than before. His cock was all the way inside her. She moved her butt sideways, letting him know that she liked what he was doing.
    Blane closed his eyes and let the myriad of sensations swamp him. She was beyond wonderful, a perfect fit for him.
    “Blane, back off.”
    He heard the gruffness in Reese’s tone, but he didn’t care. He had to keep fucking her. She was so tight and yet so supple that he didn’t want to ever let her go. But in the next second she was pulled away from him. “What the fuck?”
    “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Reese pushed Blane on the shoulder, urging him to get back on his side of the bed. Charlie, her hair mussed and her pretty lips puffed, lay down in the middle of the bed and shifted on to her side.
    Reese got on his knees beside her then took her leg and drew it around his waist. With a groan, he pushed against her pussy and entered her. Reese grabbed her butt cheek, spreading her for his brother. “Get back inside her.”
    Blane didn’t wait. He couldn’t have taken his time with her to save his life. Gritting his teeth to try and keep his orgasm at bay, he pushed his cock inside her again.
    Like twin bookends, the brothers matched their rhythms. Charlie fondled her tits and reached a hand to her clit to massage it while Reese plunged into her pussy.
    Blane closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of wet flesh slapping against other flesh. His balls drew up as they bounced against her ass, and he knew the end was near.
    Reese’s growl had him opening his eyes to see Charlie, her face filled with ecstasy, start to move her hips, pushing against first Reese then Blane. Impossibly, the tight muscles of her dark hole clamped around his dick harder. She grabbed hold of Reese’s arm to help push then turned to gaze at Blane. Her eyes were clouded over with desire, her mouth parted in ecstasy.
    He didn’t know which made him come, the feel of her anus around his cock or her loving, sex-filled face. His balls drew up, tightening for the release, and it was there, pummeling through him as Reese drove one last time and shouted his climax.
    Her body trembled, and her walls convulsed as Charlie opened her mouth in a silent cry, heralding her orgasm. She held onto Reese but sought Blane’s eyes as her body shook. With one last cry, she laid her head down, her body still twitching in the aftereffect of her climax. Exhausted, Blane fell away from her, sliding his hand along her back as an unspoken thank you.
    Reese went to her other side, and, for several moments, the only sound was the noise of their panting. Charlie let out a satisfied sigh as she turned onto her back and laid a hand on each man’s chest.
    “Fuckin’ A that was amazing.” Reese turned to face them.
    Charlie’s soft chuckle mixed with Blane’s laugh. “I couldn’t have put it any better, bro.”
     

     
    Charlie hopped out of bed and raced into the adjoining bathroom, eager to take a shower, get dressed, and find Blane and Reese. Had she really found two men who would love and treasure her? Did their feelings match her own? They were terrific men, men she could see spending her life with.
    A sick feeling wrenched her happiness away as she looked at her image in the mirror over the bathroom counter. Nothing had changed regarding Shannon. She was still living with two werewolves, one of whom Charlie had shot yesterday. But at least Blane and Reese had admitted that werewolves did exist. That, at least, was a step in the right direction.
    She hurried with her shower, washed her body with strawberry-scented bodywash, then luxuriated in the matching strawberry fragrance of a shampoo made by the same company. She giggled as she imagined Blane or Reese washing themselves with the perfumed toiletries. Had they left the items for her, or were they used to