Michael didnât care if Faye was completely there or not. She could lay lifeless and heâd still take what he wanted. Removing his fingers from between her legs, he slipped them passed her pink lips, rubbing the taste of herself along her own tongue. Meanwhile, his free hand worked to unzip his jeans, making quick work of pushing them down along with his boxers and then kicking them both opposite of his shirt. Not only did he want his scent on Faye, but he wanted it throughout her cell.
He removed his fingers from her mouth, leaning in to lick her flavor off her lips. Reaching down to wrap his hands around the back of her knees, Michael hoisted Faye into the air, pressing her body against his own, feeling the heat of her core against the length of his erect member.
Faye's lips parted when she sensed his fingers nearing, and as they pushed into her mouth, she closed her mouth. A soft moan reverberated in the air as her tongue happily caressed his fingers, licking her cream from both digits. Upon hearing his jeans unzip, Faye's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. A moment later, his fingers were withdrawn. Faye wetted her lips, blue eyes shimmering with lust.
She held onto his shoulder as he lifted her onto his hips, and she pressed her thighs into his sides, breathing deeply. She tightened her grip on him and rolled her hips, rubbing her drenched entrance against his cock in invitation, though she didn't dare reach down and simply position it for her to sink down on. She was still partly unsure about Michael... what kind of Master he was when it came to more carnal pleasures; he wasn't the most instinctual of wolves.Â










