"Bethany." He groaned her name, just like Troy did, although his voice was deeper, his eyes rolled back and his hand pulling on her hair.
He was at the ledge, his seeds were very fast approaching, and so was Tristan, but as he spotted Troy enter the office with his weapons in hand, he immediately let go of his cock, collecting the weapon from Troy inspecting it before sharing a knowing smile with his brother.
He walked back to his former post, standing in-between her legs, watching her warm region drip with so much juice, his mouth couldn't help but water.
Without thinking, he lifting his unwavering rigid cock to her unsuspecting heat, rubbing it against her slit, groaning at how warm it felt, his eyes turning to a light shade of red amidst is ruling dark color.
The urge to just put it into her clenching hole was aching his entire body.
His mind pleaded for more,his body pleaded for more, his wolf was on rampage.
