Page 27 of Wolf

“Yes,” I breathe.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across Matias’s face. He has me exactly where he wants me, and as his hands and lips start to roam, I surrender, giving him control for this one last night.

His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding. I stifle a moan as his kiss becomes increasingly feral, his teeth nipping at my lips. It’s rough and passionate, and I feel myself melting into him.

Matias’s hands move frantically, tearing at my clothes. His kisses move down my neck, his tongue swirling and teeth scraping gently, sending shivers down my spine. I’m breathing heavily now, my body betraying me, aching for more.

He spins me and presses my chest against the wooden wall, his mouth trailing down my shoulder. I feel his teeth sink into my skin, and a wave of pleasure mixed with pain shoots through me. It’s a heady mix, pushing me to the edge.

Matias’s hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my back. His mouth continues its descent, pausing to nip at my earlobe before trailing lower still.

He reaches around, cupping my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. My head falls back against his shoulder, and I give in to the sensations. And then he tears the ragged fabric of the dress I was provided apart, his tongue dragging down my spine.

A soft whimper escapes my lips when he sinks to his knees behind me, his hand slipping between my thighs to part them.

“That’s it,” he purrs. “Keep those legs nice and wide for me.”

My legs are trembling as I wait. Suddenly, his tongue darts out and drags up my inner thigh, making my breath catch.

“I can see how fucking wet you are,” he murmurs, blowing warm breath against my pussy and making me squirm. “Already aching for my mouth, aren’t you?”

With this man behind me on his knees, my brain can’t form a coherent response. Instead, I stand there trembling with anticipation.

His fingers skim my inner thighs, skirting closer to my pussy. “Such a good little slut,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “But you know what I do to naughty girls like you, don’t you?”

“Wh-what?” I manage to breathe.

He chuckles. “I make them beg.”

Before I can respond, his tongue finds my core, flicking lightly through my slit. I cry out, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through me.

His tongue dances over my soaking wet pussy, exploring every inch of me. I’m panting now, my head spinning as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper as he teases me relentlessly, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. “Matias, please...”I don’t know what I’m begging for. I just need release.

“Just like that, baby,” he urges. “Beg me to make you come.”

I’ve got no shame. “Please,” I breathe. “Please, I need to come.”

“Not yet,” he growls. “Not until I say so.”

His tongue moves higher, and I freeze. His fingers slam into my pussy, and he teases my asshole with the tip of his tongue, making me cry out, my knees buckling. I feel his tongue swirl and probe, pushing deeper into my most intimate place. No one has ever touched me there. It’s shockingly taboo, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my hands grasping for purchase against the wooden wall. “Matias, what are you doing?”

“Tasting you, little rabbit.” His tongue probes deeper, thrusting gently into my ass. “Relax and let me in.”

I bite my lip. The sensation is strange but not unpleasant. His fingers are still moving rhythmically inside my pussy, in sync with the thrusts of his tongue.

His tongue delves deeper, swirling and flicking, pushing me closer to the edge. I’m panting now, my body on fire. “Oh, God, Matias!” I cry out, my hips thrusting involuntarily. “Please, I need?—”.

He silences me with a sharp slap on my ass, the sting only adding to the pleasure. “Not yet,” he growls, his voice thick and tortured. “I’ll tell you when.”

His tongue drives me crazy. It’s wrong, so very wrong, but it feels unbelievably good. His fingers curl and twist inside me, finding all the right spots over and over.

My moans fill the treehouse, my body writhing with pleasure. I’m losing control, my hips moving in rhythm with his wicked tongue and fingers. I’m so close, teetering on the edge.

Matias’s tongue thrusts faster, his fingers curling and stroking. “Come for me,” he growls against my sensitive flesh. “Make that pretty little pussy come on my fingers.”

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