Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Brick,” I start to beg.
“That’s Mister Blackthroat to you, Ms. Evans,” he mock-scolds me.
“Please.”
I hear a low, animal-like growl come from his throat. He’s starting to lose control again. There’s a rustle of clothing, and then the mattress bows as he climbs up behind me.
“Yes, please,” I whimper, desperate for his touch again. For his attention. For the orgasm I feel coming. It’s going to be a big one.
“Oh God, that’s pretty.” Brick’s voice is rough. He grips my hips and pulls them back until my weight is on my knees, my chest and face pressed into the bedspread.
Brick rubs the head of his cock across my soaking slit and then inches in with agonizing patience.
I try to push back to take him all at once, but he controls the movement, making me wait for it, building the anticipation. Finally, he’s seated, but he doesn’t move.
“Please, sir,” I beg. “I need it now.”
“You need my big bad boss cock?” He eases out and then slams in hard.
“Yes!” I gasp.
“You need it right now?” Another thrust.
“I do, sir. I need it right now.”
“I fucking love when you call me sir. I loved it the first time you said it.” His thrust is harder this time. “I loved it every time after.” He starts to pick up speed.
I glory in the rough movement, the way he pulls my hips back to meet his instrokes, the sound of his breath growing ragged.
The plug in my ass, my stinging cheeks, the neckties that bind me all add to the sensations. He brings me right to the brink of an orgasm and then pulls out.
“What?” I sound dazed. “What happened?”
Brick chuckles. “Nothing happened, beautiful girl. But where did I say I was going to fuck you tonight?”
I groan. “My ass.”
“That’s right.” He eases the plug out of me. It stretches me wide then pops out. “And now I think you’re ready for me. We’ll go slowly. Are you worried?”
Am I?
No. I know without a shadow of a doubt that Brick will take care of me.
“No, sir.”
“Good girl. Lower yourself back down on the bolster.” I hear the sound of more lubricant being applied, and then he pushes the head of his cock against my anus. I tense, and he stops. “Relax, baby. It’s going to feel good. You liked the plug, right?”
“Yes.”
He eases in, so gradually I barely notice it’s happening. Then he starts moving with slow, smooth strokes.
He’s right. It feels good. It’s way more intense, but also way more pleasurable. It only takes a few moments before my cries grow loud and desperate.
“Please, Brick. Please, I need to come. Please?”
He lets out a sustained growl, like he’s right on the edge and holding back. “I’m coming,” he chokes and shoves in deep, his hips bucking against my ass.
I can’t seem to come with him, though. Not while my pussy is empty. But Brick knows what I need. He reaches under my hips and roughly cups my mons. The tips of his fingers slide in. His palm grinds over my clit.
I come, my internal muscles squeezing and pulsing, my entire body shivering and shuddering out my cataclysmic release. I drop into a timeless space, replete with pleasure.
When my brain returns to my body, or when my body returns to this dimension, I find Brick’s still stroking my swollen folds in an undemanding caress. He kisses my neck then eases out of my ass.
The tie around my wrists falls away, but he leaves the one covering my eyes as he gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom. As I hear him washing up, I’m grateful for the extra time to transition. To have the darkness to absorb the tingling and buzzing running through my limbs. The slow, warm throb between my legs and ass cheeks.
Brick returns with a warm washcloth which he uses to clean me, and then I’m in his arms, the blindfold off, his warm gaze roving over my face. “You okay?”
My lids droop. “I’m perfect,” I murmur.
“Yes, you are.” He brushes his lips over my forehead, the bridge of my nose, both my cheeks. “I’m so lucky.” He leans his head against my forehead. “I wanted you the first day you showed up, but I never dreamed I’d have you, much less get to keep you. But here you are, in our bed–bearing my mark, changing my whole world.”
I smile and reach for his face to kiss him. “I thought we were an impossibility, too, Big Bad. And now here I am wearing your ring, planning an engagement party with your mom and sister, and…learning what it means to be loved.” Goosebumps stand up on my arms as I realize the potent truth of the words.
I never let anyone in before Brick. I was afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to risk being hurt or rejected, or found unworthy, like my mom was.