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“I need to know you’re with me here, Sam,” Callum groaned, his restraint obviously coming close to its end. Samantha chuckled wickedly and tightened her leg around his waist, rocking herself against his cock and pressing her breasts into his chest. Her erect, tight nipples rubbed against the silky material of her dress and caused a spasm of delight to course from nipple to clit.

“The back door is supposed to be the fire exit,” she panted. “No one is supposed to use it. I promise I’m with you here, Callum, so please, fuck me right here against the wall.”

“There’s a condom in my wallet,” Callum groaned as he pushed her hard, but not roughly, against the wall beside the door. Samantha’s hand dived into Callum’s pocket almost before he had finished his sentence and withdrew his wallet, finding the small foil wrapper with ease.

She dropped the wallet, but thankfully not the condom, as a warm, large hand worked its way down the front of her dress and cupped her breast, a wickedly skilful thumb sliding over her nipple and tweaking it expertly.

“Fuck, yes,” she panted, her back automatically arching up into the erotic caress. Her hands fumbled slightly as she unzipped Callum’s pants and pushed soft, cotton boxer briefs down to free the large cock that strained his pants.

They exchanged hot, biting kisses as Callum continued to play with her breasts, and Samantha ripped the foil package open and hurriedly eased the thin latex down to cover the massive cock. His pre-cum lubricated the condom and heat pulsated through the plastic from his engorged dick. Callum spread the skirt of her dress back so he could open her legs and let his fingers roam her pussy better.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured softly as he slicked his fingers in her juices and coated his cock. Samantha chuckled softly, cupped his face and brought him close to her so she could kiss him tenderly.

“I am so ready,” she insisted softly. “It’s been a while and I haven’t reacted like this in…in ages.”

Samantha had been about to admit she had never felt like this before, but stopped herself from stating it. Instead she opened herself wider and drew Callum’s hips closer until they were pressed tightly against each other and his cock was nestled at her entrance.

“Please Callum,” she said huskily, her eyes steadily holding his so he could see she was serious and not teasing. “Fuck me. Fuck me right now. I want you inside me.”

Callum groaned, and she gasped as in one swift, hard movement he sheathed himself deeply inside her, his thickness and length taking Samantha slightly by surprise. It really had been a while since she had indulged in sex, work and her small PI business keeping her exceedingly busy. And it had been a very long time since she’d had sex that meant anything other than a quick, passing fuck. Somehow, with Callum right now, this seemed to her as more than just a quick fuck-against-the-wall fling.

Filled until her body was stretched, Samantha panted and clung to Callum, her short nails digging into his arm and hip, leaving small marks behind in his flesh.

“Fuck.” He panted hard, holding himself still while her body adjusted to his size and width. “You are so fucking tight. You’re amazing.”

“You’re pretty damn good yourself,” Samantha chuckled as she caught her breath, squirming against the hard wall so she could rock her hips slightly and press him even further inside her. “Please don’t stop, Callum. I’m so fucking hot and you’re so thick; this isn’t going to last long.”

Samantha gasped as Callum bent his head to lick her neck, and then bite into it. His teeth stung, but didn’t break her flesh, and it was the most potently erotic and dominant thing any man had ever done to her. It heated her blood to volcanic levels, and Samantha felt her body jump into overdrive.

No man had ever really dominated her; it was particularly hard since as a werewolf she was so very much more powerful physically than any human man. She didn’t like pain or most bondage games, and so she never sought such men as her sporadic lovers. As such, she had never had a man truly bite her or mark her, never felt that thrill of being completely and fully possessed, branded. Feeling just a small measure of it now, here with Callum, made her even more weak at the knees.

“Callum,” she panted, unable to even articulate anything further. Callum withdrew from her body, causing her to cry out in denial, but he quickly thrust back into her, hard enough to press her body back into the wall.

Samantha bit gently back into the soft juncture between Callum’s neck and shoulder as he thrust inside her. Her pussy tightened around his thrusting cock, clinging onto him as if he were a lifeline. Callum pressed her hips back with one large hand, the change in angle helping him rub over her G-spot. Her body tightened, began to convulse, and Samantha cried out.

“You’re beautiful,” Callum panted as he licked over the small, slightly bruised area of skin he had left on her neck. “I want to watch your face and eyes as you come for me, as you scream my name.”

Samantha watched as Callum pulled back, his lips full and begging to be kissed, his eyes dark and sparkling with lust and hunger. She smiled at him, reached a hand out to twist in his blond hair. She was about to tease him, but his thick length stroked over her G-spot again, and she knew her climax would come soon.

“Come with me,” she whimpered, almost pleaded. Her mind spun dizzyingly, but all Samantha knew was this time she wanted Callum to be there on the brink of climax and fall over, let himself go with her as she came. Callum grunted at the extra sensation, and his thrusts grew harder, rougher, and her back was pressed into the wall until the pleasure of his strokes began to make the uncomfortable friction of the wall add to the exquisite sensations rocking her body.

“I want to taste your clit,” Callum said softly, his voice rough and husky with the strain of holding his own climax back. “I want to feel your climax on my tongue. I bet you taste hot and spicy, like honey, only better.”

Samantha whimpered, and when Callum’s finger stroked over her clit again, her world exploded. The mental image of Callum eating her out, his hot tongue stroking over her clit as he tasted her climax pushed her over the edge, and her body shook with the force of her orgasm. The tight contractions of her pussy milked Callum’s cock and he cried out, thrusting into her even harder than before as he rode through his own climax.

Warmth enfolded her as Callum gathered her in his arms and held her against the brick wall. It took a moment for Sam to realize she had just let herself be fucked against the side of the building. Even in the middle of the night people still walked the streets, and although they were mostly shielded from view around the back, a thrill of delicious naughtiness ran through her at the thought of how very easily they could have been caught.

Slowly, Samantha kissed Callum, nipping lightly on his full lower lip, exchanging slow licks with her tongue and tasting him lazily.

“Mmmm,” she murmured softly as their hands slowly traced the outlines of each other’s body. The urgent heat and rush had passed now, and they were able to take their time. After a moment Callum withdrew from her body, picked up his dropped wallet and pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket. Quickly, he disposed of the condom. Samantha shivered slightly in the cool night breeze as she rearranged her dress.