Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
His cock was going to explode out of his pants. There was no way he was going to be able to keep himself in check. Not around her.
Amelia got to her knees, taking advantage of the time he took to admire her body.
He stared at her as she came toward him on the bed. Her hands went beneath his leather cut, sliding up, and he didn’t fight her as she pushed it off his shoulders. The cut landed on the floor. Next, she grabbed his shirt, taking that off him as well. When she got to her knees before him, he knew he’d entered his own personal fantasy land, and he didn’t want to escape.
Amelia on her knees, in front of him, grabbing his belt, opening it up, followed by his button and zip.
Her hands went to his hips and pulled his pants down. His boots stopped him from getting completely naked.
She took care of them. On her knees, looking all sweet and submissive, she worked at his laces. The moment his boots were loose, he kicked them off, and then his pants.
She went for his boxer briefs, but he grabbed her by her arms, lifted her, and placed her on the bed.
Her bra was no match for him, nor her panties. They were removed from her body, so quickly, so swiftly, so easily.
Gone.
Done.
Wolfe finally got to see her naked, and she was even better than he imagined she would be. Heavy tits. Thin waist, full hips, rounded stomach, and juicy thighs. He gripped her knees and then spread her legs open, staring down at her cunt for the first time.
A small patch of hair surrounded her lips. Just a small patch, and he had no problem with that. He’d never been the kind of man that liked his women bald. He liked to know he was fucking a woman.
As he slid his fingers up the inside of her legs, the heavy scent of her arousal hung in the air. Wolfe felt his mouth water. His desire to taste her grew stronger by the second. It wasn’t something that was easily controlled.
This need built, traveling up his spine, and as he spread the lips of her pussy, he stared at her swollen clit, and he just couldn’t deny himself any longer. After sliding his tongue through her slit, he circled her hole, knowing he was going to make her struggle to walk with his need for her.
He wasn’t a gentle lover. He liked to fuck. There was time for exploring later.
Wolfe wanted her to come so she’d be wet enough to take his cock. He wasn’t small. He’d been gifted in many departments, including a nice big, fat dick.
He tapped her clit, moving back and forth, working his tongue across her swollen nub and feeling her gasp and arch.
There was nothing practiced in Amelia’s actions. His name spilled from her lips in a constant song on repeat, and he liked it. She was free and wild, arching up, her tits shaking as she rocked against his mouth.
Wolfe was shocked by how close she was to her orgasm that when she fell over that hill, screaming his name, he had to wonder if the whole pack heard it.
He didn’t care. Not then.
She was still in the throes of her orgasm, and he wanted to feel her release on his dick.
As he nudged her up the bed, Amelia didn’t argue with him, just followed his direction, and he moved her up toward the pillows. Then he stared at her for just a second.
He’d been imagining this moment for a long time.
Wolfe was finally going to get what he’d been wanting, and the excitement traveled down his back.
He was going to enjoy this.
****
Amelia didn’t know if she should tell Wolfe this was her first time.
Did he even know? Was it so hard to figure out?
She was a virgin. No one would touch her. She refused to let anyone touch her. That was probably more accurate. On her first change, she hadn’t pissed anyone off. Sure, she irritated them, but she hadn’t been public enemy number one. That had come after, so there were offers, just from men who didn’t push her buttons. Didn’t make her ache and think about them constantly.
Wolfe had been a crush. At least it had started that way. A young woman’s crush that had slowly developed into full-blown lust, and now, he was about to fuck her. To tear through her virginity and claim her as his own. Not for a mating, or as an old lady. No. None of the pack had a woman. They lived for the pack.
Was it going to hurt?
All the romance books said it hurt. A woman’s first time was painful, but what about a wolf’s first time? Was that quite as painful? They had a massive sex drive.