the wolves are watching

Maeve

His fingers tighten in her hair to the point of almost pain and she shivers, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment as the sensation runs through her. Maeve opens her eyes to look back up at him as his hips press into her hand, trying to draw himself closer to the edge. She doesn't let him get far. Her grip loosens and the smirk that finds it way to her lips is positively wicked. "Yes, Jata? Something you want to say?" Maeve coos sweetly. As if she isn't driving him towards the brink only to keep him from falling over the edge for her. Maeve bends forward, licking another stripe along the underside of his cock as her wrist twists on the upstroke. "Use your words for me, beastie." She murmurs before her tongue swirls around the tip again before she's drawing him back into her mouth.

This time she doesn't just take him a few inches. No, she relaxes her jaw as he slips over her tongue towards the back of her throat. Even with his size, he slides over her tongue with ease, bumping the back of her throat. Maeve only pauses for a moment, drawing in a breath through her nose before she's pressing forward again. Her throat flutters around him, convulsing for a moment as she adjusts the the intrusion. Maeve lets him savor it for a moment, holding there for him so he can press into the wet heat of her mouth before she pulls back. With practiced ease her tongue presses to the underside of his cock while she draws back, spit slicking his shaft and her hand returns to stroke him as she bobs her head.

I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up