Page 17 of Wolf

Her lips are soft and pliant beneath mine, and I revel in the feel of her surrender.

Both of us are panting when I break the kiss. Kali’s eyes are hooded, dark orbs that lure me in.

Stepping back, I free my straining cock from the confines of my pants. It springs free, eager for her attention. Her gaze drops, and I know she’s anticipating my next move. Her lips part as her tongue darts out to moisten them.

“Open up,” I command.

She hesitates, and in that moment, my patience snaps. I step forward and grasp her chin, forcing her mouth open with my fingers. “Don’t test me,” I warn, my eyes locking with hers. “Obey.”

Her eyes spark with defiance, but it’s quickly doused as I spit in her open mouth.

She whimpers, her body trembling in anticipation.

“Swallow my spit,” I demand.

The filthy, willing little slut swallows, and I groan, my cock twitching. God, she’s perfect. I tighten my grip on her chin, forcing her to look up at me as I revel in the raw power of this moment. Her big brown doe eyes are locked on me.

“You’re a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you, baby?” I demand, my voice a low, rough growl. “I bet your cunt is so fucking wet right now.”

She doesn’t answer, but her mouth is still parted, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. I grab her hair hard, and she whimpers softly, helplessly.

“Suck it,” I command, positioning the head of my cock at her lips.

She parts them, and I groan as the wet heat of her mouth engulfs me. Her tongue swirls delicately, teasing me, and I have to remind myself to hold back, to make this last. This is a game of power, and I intend to win.

I begin to move, my hips thrusting as I slide in and out of her mouth. Her eyes drift closed, and I tighten my grip on her hair, forcing them open again. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes while I fuck your mouth.”

She keens softly at my vulgar words, and I smirk. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful. I could lose myself in this moment—in the feel of her mouth and her throat’s tightness. But I have more planned for my obedient girl.

Withdrawing, I take a few steps back, enjoying the confusion that flits across her face. “Stay,” I command.

Her eyes are locked on mine, shining with tears, but she remains kneeling, her mouth wet and swollen, as I pace in front of her. Her breath comes in small pants, and her breasts rise and fall with each rapid inhale.

“It’s about time I fucked you like you deserve.”

I watch her intently, waiting for the fear to turn to desire—that exact moment when she begs me to stop but secretly yearns for me to continue.

“Please, don’t,” she pleads, her voice shaking.

I smirk. “Your eyes give you away. They always do.” My lips caress her ear as I whisper, “Tell me you don’t want this.”

She swallows, her body stiffening as I nuzzle her neck, savoring her scent. “I...” she begins, her breath catching. “I don’t--”

But she can’t finish. I know she doesn’t mean those words.

Stepping back, I position myself behind her and unfasten the cuffs, admiring the way her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath.

Roughly, I push her onto her hands and knees and lift her skirt, baring her to me. She’s exposed and vulnerable, and the sight sends a rush of power through me.

I don’t hesitate. Sliding my hand between her thighs, I probe her pussy with my fingers, groaning at the slickness. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growl. “You want this, don’t you? You’ve been aching for it.”

Her head falls forward, her breath coming in quick gasps as my fingers delve deeper, claiming her. “Please...” she whimpers, her body trembling.

I know she’s begging for more, for the release only I can give her. With her wetness coating my fingers, I thrust them into her, feeling her clench around me. “That’s it. Relax.”

Her body bows, her knees digging into the forest floor as she yields to my touch. I curl my fingers, seeking the spot that will obliterate her resistance, and she cries out, her walls clenching rhythmically. “More,” she pants.

I withdraw my hand and wrap it around her throat, enjoying her small sound of protest. “Not yet, baby. I didn’t say you could come.” I bask in the confusion and frustration that flit across her face as she glances at me over her shoulder. “You come only when I say so, understand?” Oh, how I love that wild spirit of hers.

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