Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 37

I lean over the tub, towering over as my eyes lock on hers. Her eyes are hooded as she grabs hold of my forearm that had begun to skim over the heat of her core. 

She gasps as I brush the tip of my finger over the sensitive nerves, then her eyes roll to the back of her head when I begin to rub slow circles over her nub. 

I grit my teeth as her lips parted. She mewled, her nails digging into my forearms, drawing blood in the process, but I couldn’t care less; all I wanted was to devour those lips, swallowing her moans as I bring her over the edge. 

I lean forward, her heated breath fanning against her cheeks, as I hover over her, our lips barely inches apart. 

I increase my pace, flicking her nub repeatedly and growling in satisfaction as her body bucks and convulses from pleasure. 

I slip a digit into her moist centre, feeling her inner walls tightening around my finger in a vice–like grip. I inhale sharply at the sensation, my cock hardening in response and straining against the material of my pants. 

I devour her lips in a fervent kiss, swallowing her sweet moans. She tastes sweet, like fresh berries. I’m delirious with need as the scent of her arousal overwhelms my senses, but I don’t mind; I want to drown in it. In her. 

My thrusts don’t relent as I fuck her with my fingers until she’s screaming into the kiss, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripples through her. My thrusts are slow, but my lips don’t leave hers as I kiss her senseless until we’re both out of breath. 

pull back slowly, watching him chretries and fall golety, my eyes glued to hef soft mounds. My in pricktes with the need to run my tong senses the saft skin, those to breves nipples, and have a te 

begin to pull my fingers away which Kali grips my forearm, her hooded eyes flashing to mine. 

“Don’t stop. Jack” she breathes, her dark eyes almost pleading, and 1 feel blood rush down south, causing my cock to harden even more, if that were 

Possible 

Without hesitation, she slinks back into her core as my woll howls at the thought of pleasuring our mate. The feeling is exhilarating, almost like there’s only us in the universe and no one else. 

For once, we both agree on something 

I don’t swallow her moans of pleasure; this time I want to hear her cries, mewls, and everything that I am making her feel. 

She gasps, her body jolting as I feel her inner walls tighten around my finger. The sensation causes me to cuss underneath my breath as obscene images of me bringing my mate pleasure with my cock instead of my fingers flash before my eyes. 

She cries as she teeters off the edge, her body trembling against mine as she rides the waves of her orgasm until she is a shuddering mess. 

With a huff, I march towards my bathroom, shedding my clothes the second I walk in and step into the shower. 

I twist the shower settings until icy cold water splashes over my head, causing me to sigh in relief as I tilt my head downwards, placing both hands on the 

wall in front of me. 

Instead of the water to calm my raging nerves, it does the complete opposite. It takes merely seconds under the cold spray of the showerhead for me to realise that a cold shower was just a waste of my time. 

Her scent floods my senses, almost like I’m back in that bathroom, pleasuring my mate. 

A growl rips through my chest as I grip my engorged cock, the sound of her moans echoing in my head. Soon I start beating on my cock as the feel of her tight heat wrapped my finger and overwhelms my senses. 

“Fuck!” 

I growl as my orgasm rips through me, shuddering as ropes and ropes of cum spurts all over the shower flooring, mixing with the water.