The Playboy's grand plan for his newfound mate

<BLAKE'S POV CONT'D>

The kiss deepened, a searing exchange of longing and desire. Our bodies pressed against one another, the heat between us intensifying with each passing moment. My hands explored her curves, and her fingers raked through my hair, pulling me closer.

Jane's body felt like a furnace, and the sensation of her against me was electric. The air crackled with an undeniable tension, and it was as if the world around us had faded into insignificance.

Our kisses were rough and demanding.Her breath was warm and tantalizing against my skin, and I couldn't help but want more.

With our rough kiss continuing, Jane's hands, fueled by the same fiery desire, started to deftly unbutton my suit. Her fingers moved with practiced precision, revealing my shirt and the bare skin underneath.

As each button gave way, a trail of kisses and nips followed her path. Her lips explored my chest, leaving a burning trail of sensation in their wake. The sensation was electrifying, and I was completely enthralled by her passionate and confident movements.

My own hands were not idle. They moved to caress her body, exploring the contours of her curves, the satin of her lingerie beneath my touch. Our clothing fell to the floor, leaving us both exposed and vulnerable.

With an intoxicating mix of passion and desire, I lifted Jane into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward my bedroom. Her body felt impossibly light against mine, and that was a testament to the urgency and intensity of our desires.

The journey to my bedroom seemed to pass in a blur, every step filled with the promise of what was to come. Our lips remained locked in a fervent kiss as I carried her to the bedroom.

Upon reaching the bedroom, I gently placed Jane on the bed, and our eyes met, the intensity of our gaze reflecting the depth of our desires. The room was bathed in the soft, muted light, casting a sensual ambiance that heightened the anticipation of what was to follow.

As I hovered above her, our lips met in another searing kiss, and the world outside ceased to exist. I squeezed Jane gently, like a delicate flower, as I enjoyed the feel of her bréasts against my chest. The softness of her laps on my cóck filled me with a séxual urge. To make love to her, to fúck her.

"Oh god, darling," she exclaimed after the kiss ended, "I need you. I need your big cóck."

I didn't know why but I broke into a big smile. I wasn't myself anymore. I was suddenly possessed. Possessed by an unforeseen force called LUST.

My hands explored Jane's sexy body from her tight, firm àss to her smooth pússy then up to her medium sized bréasts. Jane opened her legs, and my cóck protruded high above her legs. The size of my cóck surprised her even though she had seen it before.

Not to brag, but I had a big dick which women found unbelievable. It was one of the special things that the moon goddess blessed me with. *Winks*

Jane gave my cóck one last squeeze. I can tell she was measuring the length of my cóck, wondering if she could take it all in.

"My god, you're so big, darling!" She exclaimed as she stared at my erection. "You'd be gentle with me, won't you?!"

“Jane, I'm gonna fúck you like I want to kill you,” I whispered gravely into her ear. “And I won't be nice."

She stiffened instantly as she absorbed my words. One look at my face told her she was done for.

"Wait!"

But I didn't wait. I grabbed her by the throat and push her backwards on the bed. Jane's eyes flashed wide open, and her red lips part to scream. I choked on her throat, stopping the scream from escaping. Guiding my cóck with my hand, I pressed The tip to her frothing slit, and push all the way in.

Jane dug the back of her head into the bed. An exerted growl flew from her lips, and she flexes her vaginal muscles around me. I took a moment to savor the wet, tight heat of her pússy clenching about my cóck, and then I grab her hips, pull out to the tip, and ram into her all the way.

I released her throat, and this time, she cried out but that didn't stop me either. I squeezed one of her bréasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protrudes around my fingers, and the nípple stands firm against my thumb.

She began moaning as I guided my thumb and finger to pinch her. I twist her nípple and pull it from her body, and she squeals a muffled tone of approval.

I thrust again, and again and again, always pulling out to the head, and then driving until my balls slapped against her fat àss. Her body lurched back and forth across the bed, her breasts jiggled to the beat of my drives, her thighs rippled with the impact of my lust. Her eyes bare nothing but submissive desire, and I stared into them with my domineering possessiveness.

I sneered at her as her voice rose higher and higher around my head. Jane cried something out from her mouth but I just squeezed her cheeks, then I grin as she screamed out in pleasure from my rapidly-driving cock.

Jane's eyes were starting to roll back in her head, and her jaw was slackening. I took my hand off her mouth and listened to the sweet chorus of her desperate, moaning breaths. They were growing faster and shorter, until they’re nothing but pants mixing with squeals.

I grabbed her other bréast and pinched the free nipple, fúcking her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our pelvises were smacking together in fury of slapping blasts.

It was crazy. The bed was shaking dangerously and crazily like it was about to break.

I growled and plowed into her harder and harder, not caring if I was hurting her, but hoping I was. My cóck drove through her tight wetness; parting her inner resistances and breaking her in. She was now thrashing. Her screams were rough and exerted, as though she’s in the midst of great physical strain.Then I thrust one last time.

Her entire back arched from the bed, her shoulders pinned back, and her thighs locked around my hips. A single, breathless sound passes her gaping lips, and then she squirted all over me.

I blasted my cúm inside her with a throaty roar, and collapsed on top of her as she finally found her voice. She screamed out her satisfaction, and dug her nails into my back as she was taken by it.

I drove the last bit of myself into her, and her scream subsided to a whimper. We breathed heavily on the bed for a moment, and then look into each other's eyes.

“Holy shít,” she whispers, “that was the second best sex I’ve ever had.”

After our shared moments of intimacy, Jane looked into my eyes with a soft and affectionate gaze. She leaned in to place a tender kiss on my lips, a kiss filled with the depth of the emotions she was experiencing.

"I love you, Blake," she whispered, her voice carrying the sincerity of her feelings.

Her words lingered in the air, and it was clear that she believed there was something deeper between us beyond a mere physical connection. Internally, I couldn't help but suppress a scoff, feeling the urge to burst into laughter. Did she genuinely believe I would fall in love with her after just two encounters? If that was her expectation, it seemed rather naive and misguided on her part.

Jane kissed my lips once more, then she gracefully rose from the bed. Her movements were fluid and graceful as she made her way to the bathroom.

I got down from the bed nakedly and picked up a pair of shorts, then wore it.

A few minutes later, Jane emerged from the bathroom, looking as alluring as ever. Her hair was slightly tousled, and her eyes held a hint of post-intimacy radiance. She moved gracefully as she retrieved her clothes and started dressing.

The room was filled with a feeling of closeness that was still there, a warm and shared experience that had left an impact on both of us. As she put her clothes back on, the atmosphere was a mix of comfort and uncertainty.

Jane got dressed with grace and confidence, showing that she was a self-assured woman. This was quite different from the intense vulnerability that had characterized our earlier conversation.

I watched her quietly till she finished dressing up. Once Jane finished dressing, we walked out of the bedroom together. We moved in silence, each step reflecting the complexity of the connection we had shared.

In the living room, Jane picked up her handbag, a stylish accessory that complemented her outfit. She turned to me with a wistful smile, her eyes reflecting the depth of the emotions she had experienced with me.

"Blake," she said with a tone that carried both affection and resignation, "I'll always cherish the time we've spent together, and I look forward to spending more time with you."

I let out a heavy sigh and considered saying something, but I knew it wouldn't make a difference. Jane was clearly looking for a serious relationship, but I had my own plan to remove her from my life and make her bury whatever feelings she had for me, a plan I believed would work better.

With a final embrace, Jane bid me goodbye and walked out of the house. The door closed behind her, and I was left in the quiet aftermath of our encounter.

After Jane left, I was lost in thought when the door unexpectedly opened once more. Three young men, each bearing a striking resemblance to the other, entered the house. They were my best friends, Derrick, Merrick, and Kendrick, who also happened to be triplets and werewolves like me. They were also playboys like me even though they've found and marked their mates.

They settled into the living room, each taking a seat on one of the couches. As we relaxed, Derrick, the one with an eye for details, couldn't help but mention the encounter.

"Dude, wasn't that Jane we just met on our way in? The lady you fucked at my party two days ago?" Derrick asked, a quizzical look on his face.

I nodded, acknowledging his observation. "Yeah, it was Jane. We had a bit of a... meeting."

Merrick, ever the mischievous one, grinned and nudged Kendrick, the more reserved of the triplets. "Looks like our playboy professor is up to his usual antics."

Kendrick chimed in, "And why the fuck are you still fucking her? Have you perhaps fallen in love with her?"

I shot Kendrick a playful glare, recognizing the teasing nature of our conversation. "It's the other way around, bro," I replied with a smirk. "She's the one who's fallen in love with me, and she wants to have a serious relationship. I've got some complications to sort through."

"Dude, you'd better devise a clever exit strategy for Jane before she turns into a potential complication," Derrick advised with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I've already devised a strategy for that, but it's a matter for a later time," I responded with a knowing glint in my eye. "But you know what, guys? I've found my mate."

The room fell into a brief silence as my announcement hung in the air. The triplets' eyes widened in disbelief, their expressions a mix of astonishment and shock. It was as if the very idea had caught them completely off guard.

Derrick, the most outspoken among them, was the first to react. "Are you serious, Blake? Your mate? The one you've been searching for eight years?"

I nodded, a sense of contentment and pride filling me. "Yeah, her name is Bella, and she's got some big booty and succulent breasts."

The triplets shared an exchange of mischievous grins, their expressions filled with a playful curiosity.

"Well, that's a game-changer, buddy," Merrick declared with a sly glint in his eye. "You've got a mate to consider now."

Kendrick leaned in, his voice laced with intrigue. "So, what's the grand plan for your mate, Blake?"

I couldn't resist a teasing grin as I replied, "Oh, you know me, guys. I've got it all figured out. I'm just going to engage in some intimate activities with her and then gracefully bid her farewell like I always do to women."