Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” I breathed, my core muscles clamping tight, and my pussy closing over his cock so hard, that I stopped breathing.
I literally couldn’t find it in myself to do that important bodily function.
My vision swam, and my clit sang.
Then his hand came down on my ass once more, and I drew in a sharp breath.
Wolf stayed true to his norm, though, and never said a word.
Instead, he took hold of my hips when I started to collapse, and he pounded inside of me.
Finesse was so far out the window that everything we did was purely out of instinct.
Our breathing came in rough pulls.
My head fell to rest on the mattress, and Wolf’s hand automatically went to the falling strands, fisting the back of my hair with such strength that I gasped and threw my head back, inadvertently putting it exactly where he wanted it.
His free hand circled my throat, coming to a rest just above my collarbone to hold me in place.
Then he held me to him as he resumed fucking me.
Using my body as he saw fit.
I surrendered all control over to him.
I was too busy trying to retain the last bit of control that I had, and he was busy losing it.
He felt the moment I gave over to him, and with a deep groan, his movements became rougher and less controlled. Suddenly, the lovemaking turned into something so deep and pure that tears started to fall down my cheeks.
This couldn’t be normal, this connection that I had with him. I’d never felt anything like this pure, unaltered passion. This passion we had for each was something that would never, ever fade.
My knees gave out, and instead of falling on top of me like I thought he would do, he pulled me, on my side, curling his big body around me from behind.
He made slow, sweet love to me. Driving in and pulling out, circling his hips almost like we were performing an intimate dance.
And I guess that was what we were doing…only horizontally and in a bed.
With his dick in me.
I was fairly sure most people didn’t dance like we did.
That was the only type of dancing Wolf and I would ever be doing, and to be honest, I was A-Okay with that.
Wolf’s lips parted, and I felt his soft, hot tongue run along the shell of my ear before he bit it.
My hand went down to my parted thighs, and I let my fingers slip through the folds of my sex, slowly moving down until I found where we were joined.
I let my fingers part in the middle, with Wolf’s solid cock thrust between them. The pad of my thumb pressed against my clit, and the orgasm that was building became urgent.
Wolf’s head came down to rest against the top of my spine, and I knew he was close.
Which was why I tightened my pelvic muscles and started to stroke my clit.
Wolf groaned before his breath exploded against my neck.
He grunted, his belly tightened, and I felt his cock start to twitch.
Irrationally, I’d hoped that I would feel the splash of his come inside of me, but alas I didn’t. And I was so focused on feeling him that I didn’t pay attention.
I didn’t feel his hand move to my breast.
Didn’t feel his thumb move to pinch my nipple until he was already doing it.
My attention to the feeling of him coming was lost with my thoughts, and I gasped as my orgasm rolled over me.
My body bowed, and the only thing that was holding me where I was, was Wolf’s grip on my breasts and his cock planted deep.
“Jesus,” I breathed, my head falling back limply against his collarbone.
He hummed, letting my breast go and banding his arm tightly just under my breasts.
We lay like that, both of us trying to control our breathing, for long moments.
Then his hand slipped back down to my hip, his fingers caressing the clear plastic that covered my tattoo.
“When the hell did you find time to get a tattoo without me knowing it?” Wolf asked me, still breathless.
“I became friends with the tattoo artist who did my wolf,” I explained. “She was able to work me in at lunch. We worked on it solid for an hour before I was back. Core waited outside the room the entire time.”
Wolf grinned.
“Did he know what you were doing?” he asked.
I tossed him a look. “No,” I said facetiously. “I was at a tattoo artist’s place of business and he had no clue what I was doing.”
Wolf popped his hand against my ass, and I gasped.
“Wolf!” I growled, trying to dislodge him from my sex and roll over onto my knees. “What the hell?”
He held me steady, keeping himself planted deep, and pulled me in tightly to his chest. His front to my back, his arm up high above my head so my face rested against his bicep.