Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Aw, damn. A sense of possessiveness overtakes the jealousy. I get to be the one to take them off her.
Because she’s mine, my wolf snarls.
Yeah, down boy.
My cock surges against my zipper. I catch Lauren’s wrists and use them to nudge her backward until she’s lying flat, then I climb over her. The nipple covers are slightly padded, like little gelatinous flower petals. I peel the edge of one of them up. It’s stuck on with some kind of adhesive. “Does that hurt?” I ask, watching her skin lift with it.
“Do it fast.”
I rip it off quick, watching her breast lift and then spring back. I swirl my tongue over her nipple to soothe away the sting then repeat the action on the other side.
“Glorious fucking breasts,” I murmur against her skin. I could lick every inch of her body and still need to taste more.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Pearls.” I watch her face closely to see her reaction.
I know now that Lauren fronts as much as an alpha wolf. She may act mature and sexualized, but who knows? She could still be a virgin. I don’t want to blow past her boundaries because we’re playing some hunter and prey game.
“Make it good.”
Make. It. Good. That’s my princess. I fucking love this girl. I love every detestable, delicious, perfect thing about her.
“If good means fuck you hard without mercy, then, yeah. I’m gonna make it good.” I can front, too.
She arches those beautiful tits up toward my face, and I grip one breast roughly and squeeze, a low growl rumbling in my chest.
“Show me, wolf-boy.”
I unbuckle my belt. “Oh I’m no boy, princess. I’m about to show you that I’m” –I unzip my suit trousers– “all man.”
The tip of Lauren’s pink tongue rims her lips as I free my erection. I nearly come from the thought of seeing that mouth stretched wide, choking on my cock.
I back off the bed to kick off my shoes and strip. “I have a condom,” I tell her, fishing it out of my wallet.
“I’m on the pill.”
My wolf snarls at the idea of her having sex with him. With anyone before me.
“Does that make you jealous, too?”
I must’ve snarled out loud. Fortunately, she still sounds amused by my irrational possessiveness.
“I’m about to fuck him out of your memory bank, sweetheart.” I climb over her and roll the condom over my member.
“Cocky, much?” Her eyes are on my dick, her lips open.
I haven’t even kissed those lips yet. A problem I need to remedy immediately.
“Every minute of the day.” I slowly drag the head of my cock over her slit.
She sucks in a breath and holds it.
I continue to rub the head of my cock through her juices. “Do you want this cock, Pearls?”
Her lids droop, but she doesn’t answer. But then, we’re playing at non-consent, so maybe answering would spoil the game.
Despite my big talk, I ease into her gently, making sure she’s ready for it, and it’s not too much. I know I’m big, and I don’t know how much experience she has. I definitely don’t want to do anything that doesn’t satisfy her.
As soon as I’m inside her, I set up a slow rhythm and lean over to claim that mouth. She watches as I lower my head, and then her eyes flutter closed when my lips brush hers. As I kiss her, I take her wrists and slowly raise them over her head, so she’s pinioned beneath me.
She starts to writhe, as if being held down turns her on. I tighten my grip and thrust a little harder. Our tongues dance and tangle. Her kiss is everything, and my control slips. It feels so good–so right–to claim that pouty mouth of hers. I kiss her like I mean it–like she belongs to me, belongs under me, over me, with me, every second of the day.
I finally have her where I want her, and I still crave more. I crave all of her–heart, mind, soul. Not just this hot little body that responds like it was made for me. Like I was made for her.
Lauren starts to pant and make these sweet little moaning sounds as she grinds up to meet me. I thrust harder, unable to hold back any longer. This has been far too long in coming. I may be a premiere athlete, but this girl is always my undoing.
“Aw, fuck, Lauren,” I growl. “I can’t…it’s too much–”
She hooks her ankles behind my back and uses her legs to pull me in even harder. “Do it,” she snarls, no less alpha than any she-wolf I’ve been with.
I shout, my balls drawing up tight just before I crest the peak.
“Fuuuuuck! Oh, Fate. Oh, fuck.” I lick my thumb and reach down to rub her clit right before I come harder than I’ve ever come. Lauren bucks beneath me, her inner thighs squeezing my hips like a vise, her sweet pussy contracting and releasing around my cock.