Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 39050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Coming to Decker had been a mistake.
“I haven’t been able to concentrate all morning,” he said. His teeth brushed against her ear. The hard bite of his teeth sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing through her body. Each touch sending her higher toward orgasm.
He pushed his thumb against her anus, and she gasped, her feelings so mixed. She wanted to push him away and at the same time, take him even deeper. Her feelings confused her.
Her body tightened, her need spiraling.
“Tell me how it feels, Misha.”
“It feels so … good. Should it?”
He chuckled. “If it’s what you want, then yeah, it should. Imagine my cock here.”
She whimpered. “You’re too big.”
“Babe, you are full of compliments. All men love to hear how big their dick is.”
“Is that what I should do to boost morale in the pack?” she asked. “Tell all the men they have big cocks?”
She knew it wouldn’t work that way.
He growled, and his body covered hers. The vibration of his growl seemed to go straight to his dick, which filled her.
She gripped the edge of his desk, struggling to hold on. Misha sensed his need. How it seemed to spin out of control.
“No one else is going to touch you, Misha,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to let them touch me.”
He wrapped his fist in her hair, and he tugged her head back. “You think I don’t see what the males want? They watch you, and they should be thankful I let them live.” He bit on her neck. The hard points of his fangs startled her.
It was like a warning. His wolf was close to the surface, and he wanted to mark her. Other than the bruises on her hips, thighs, and pretty much any place he could touch, none of them were visible. She loved the way he marked her. How possessive he was. It drove her wild how he let go with her, taking what he wanted.
The pleasure was always so intense, like now.
The hand that had been on her pussy was now on her hair.
He lifted up and began to slide his thumb in and out of her ass. Decker didn’t move his cock.
Misha gasped as he pulled his thumb out, but replaced it with his fingers. “You will open up for me, Misha. You will take my dick, and you’re going to fucking love it.”
Each word he said heightened her arousal.
Who was this man?
Where had the man who ignored her gone?
Not that she had a problem with it.
The way he touched her, the words he said, and the feelings he inspired were everything she had ever wanted. In the space of a few weeks, Decker had made her feel part of his world than ever before.
He added a second finger and started to stretch out her asshole.
“Touch yourself. Put those fingers to your clit, let me feel you come.”
Being stretched over his desk made it rather awkward, but she slid her hand between her thighs and stroked her clit. At the same time, Decker stretched out her anus, opening her up, making her cry out from the pain and pleasure that mixed.
He didn’t move. His cock stayed perfectly still, but deep to the hilt within her.
In and out, his fingers worked.
Her nipples tightened, and she felt that coil unwrap as he took her to the stars. She came, screaming his name, not caring who heard her as she let go completely. All that mattered to her was Decker. The feel of his cock, how his fingers stretched her open, the heat of him.
She couldn’t get enough.
When her orgasm subsided, Decker removed his fingers, gripped her hips with both of his hands, and fucked her long and hard.
“I love seeing your pussy open up around my dick. You’re so fucking tight, Misha. I feel I’m going to have to fuck this cunt several times a day to get what I want. To have you ready to take me. I never want to hurt you. Fucking never.” He growled, tensed up, and she felt it again.
Decker wasn’t wearing a condom, and he flooded her pussy, driving his cum in deep. She didn’t even know if she was pregnant.
She moaned. She didn’t have a menstrual cycle last month.
Decker leaned his body over her, and she felt like purring from the pleasure. They were both naked. Their clothes were in a heap by the desk.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he said.
She turned her head, and Decker took full advantage by kissing her. It was a sweet, yet possessive kiss. He was taking full ownership of her.
“You keep telling me,” she said.
“That’s because you are. You are incredible.”
“It’s a shame you didn’t come to your senses three years ago and saw how amazing I was then.” She chuckled at his frown.
“I hate that I pushed you away.”
And she hated to see him miserable. Even though she’d been the one to suffer the humiliation of rejection, she didn’t want Decker to be hurt.