#Chapter5

Jester

I am sitting in the living room with this cute she-wolf, her tongue is wrapped around the tip of my cock. I have my hand in her blonde hair, gripping it hard, not caring if it hurts her. I am a betas son and I can do whatever I want to the lesser ranked. I regrip the girl’s hair and force her to deep throat all the 8 inches of my hard cock. She begins to fight back, needing the air to breath, but I force her take it all the way down.

“Look at me,” I demand grabbing her by the ears.

She looks at me. There...