Page 2 of Age Gap Wolf's Second Chance Mate

We stare at each other. Holy fuck!

And then, I grab him and pull him in and we’re kissing and groping and pulling our clothes off. His hands and mouth are everywhere, and I just feel emotions and sensations that have been held back for so long that they overwhelm every nerve in my body, every thought in my mind.

I feel like laughing with joy and weeping inconsolably at the same time! Jonah is just as incredible as I remembered. He kisses me hungrily, moving down my body. I end up pressed against the wall while his hand moves between my legs.

His fingers toy with me and I shiver, my legs shaking to the point that he has to practically carry me over to the couch. He sets me down and then kneels between my legs, separating and pressing them down with his large hands. His mouth travels over my stomach and finally, moves to my pussy.

He barely makes it there, tonguing me and sucking and kissing, before I’m gasping with the power of my need as it races through me. I grip his head and shudder. “Oh fuck, oh fuck! Jonah. Jonah!” I almost feel like I’m crying as he keeps things going until I can barely breathe.

I want more. He is driving me crazy but I want so much more. And he just won’t give it to me. Damn it, I’m so close. Why won’t he give it to me?

And then he gives me a little. His tongue hits just the right spot and I cry out again.Fuck all! I’m on the edge of an orgasm unlike any I’ve experienced.

Except for every orgasm with Jonah.

And then I scream. I intend to scream, “Yes, Jonah! Yes!” but it’s unintelligible because I just can’t form words effectively as the orgasm hits.

No fucking rom-com could ever be as good as this moment.

Chapter Two

Mara

Oh, I love how he does this.

That’s the thought that flows through my mind as I feel Jonah’s cock slide into me. First and foremost, I’m kind of shocked at how big he feels and how tight I feel. Don’t get me wrong, he’s always been very big.

The fact that he has a large cock isn’t surprising at all. The fact that I forgot how much he stretched me and how vulnerable I always feel when his cock slides into me is a surprise.

But I think about how I love how he does this. This. Well, right now, this means making me cum prior to penetration. I’d forgotten about that, I think. I mean, I’d forgotten about specifics. Images always flit through my head but, well, most of the time over the last few years, thoughts of Jonah are sad, not happy.

I’m not a good enough person to focus on how I enjoyed my time with him, just focused on how I missed it when he ended things.

He growls against my neck. Oh, damn! I forgot about the growls! That’s for sure.

“Jonah!” I screech as I either experience another orgasm crashing right on top of the first or the orgasm I already have going on just gets more powerful. I have no idea if this man growls like this because he’s more than a man.

He’s a wolf shifter. I don’t know if the growls during sex became so sexy to me after I knew he was a wolf or if I felt that way before. Hell, I don’t have any idea at all.But I don’t care right now.

I don’t care about anything other than moving my body in a pretty damned frantic way. I don’t recall wrapping my legs around him. Nonetheless, my legs are up and my ankles are crossed over his ass. I use my legs to pull myself up to meet his thrusts.

I can’t ever recall just forgetting that I did something like that. It doesn’t bug me all that much, actually. Right now, what matters to me is just moving as much as I can. I want more, and I want to give Jonah more, too.

We broke up because of our age gap. Sometimes I suspect we broke up because he’s a wolf. He’s never suggested anything like that but sometimes, I think he broke up with me because he’s a wolf and I’m not. Oh, fuck!

“Jonah!” I scream because what happens next is most definitely a different orgasm. Holy crap, it’s powerful. It has to be the biggest fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.

And now, other memories flood in. Like how every time I sleep with Jonah, it feels like the best sex I’ve ever had. No sex could possibly be better. And then the next time I feel the same way. Crazy, huh? Well, I guess I’m right back to that way of thinking.

Damn.

Three years! For three years, I’ve had no sex at all. I’ve only masturbated a handful of times, too, because if I’m going to masturbate; I’m going to masturbate thinking about Jonah. More accurately, I can’t masturbate without thoughts of Jonah coming to mind.

When thoughts of Jonah come to mind, I end up breaking down in tears. I mean, how many times would it take before you pretty much gave up on trying to masturbate? But I’m not masturbating now. I’m in the middle of an orgasm (or orgasms) so powerful I don’t know how much I can take. I

t’s insane, and I don’t know what in the world I’m supposed to do other than just enjoy it until I have to just suffer through it. There’s no way in hell my growling wolf fireman is going to stop, I can tell you that!

Growling wolf fireman. Wow. I mean, it’s like… Well, I don’t know what it’s like but it’s really fucking sexy. That doesn’t change that I can’t possibly handle more of this and I won’t be able to find the voice to beg him to stop.

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