Page 50 of Wolf

Matias’s touch is firm, leaving no room for escape. Each strike lands deliberately, igniting a fire within me. I feel exposed and vulnerable, yet a part of me revels in the loss of control.

With each smack, I’m keenly aware of the growing wetness between my thighs, a tangible manifestation of my desire. I close my eyes, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as waves of pleasure and pain crash over me.

“Please,” I whimper. I’m not sure if I’m begging for him to stop or for him to continue. Perhaps, in my heart of hearts, I’m pleading for both.

His palm connects with my skin repeatedly, each strike sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through my body. I squirm against him, my hips grinding against the hard length of him beneath me.

I lose track of time, caught in a storm of sensations. The sting of his hand, the throbbing heat, the delicious ache between my legs—it’s all-consuming. Matias’s fingers tangle in my hair, holding me firmly in place. In this moment, I am his—a willing captive to his domineering desires.

As suddenly as he began, Matias stops. My skin throbs, alive and hypersensitive to his every touch. I’m left panting, my body heaving as I struggle to regain my bearings.

“Please,” I whisper again, my voice thick with need. This time, I know what I’m begging for.

Matias chuckles, his fingers yanking my hair as he pulls my head back. “You’ve been very naughty, and naughty girls need to be punished, not rewarded. And you seem to be enjoying your punishment far too much.”

He hauls me off him. “Get on your knees, baby. You know what you need to do.”

My throat dries as I nod, lowering myself and placing my hands on his muscular thighs for balance.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze while he unzips his pants and releases his cock with his free hand. I part my lips, granting him access as he guides my head forward.

The thickness of him slides between my lips, and I moan. His grip tightens in response, urging me to take more of him.

I relax my throat, accepting his invasion as he slowly slides in, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering, but he holds me firmly in place, unrelenting.

“That’s it, baby. Take every inch of me.” His voice is a gravelly command, his hand twisting tighter in my hair.

I swallow around him, letting my tongue flick against the sensitive tip as he withdraws before thrusting back in. I whimper, the sound muffled by his length.

“Fucking hell, you little slut. You love this, don’t you?” He growls, his hips beginning to move in a relentless rhythm. “Sucking me off like a good little whore.”

I nod, my cheeks hollowing as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around him and tasting the saltiness that is him.

“You’re mine, you hear me?” He pulls out, slapping my cheek with his cock. “Mine to fuck, to use, to punish. You belong to me.”

I whimper, feeling the sting of his slap while his words ignite a fire within me. I want to be his body and soul. It’s a dangerous, exhilarating thought.

“Say it,” he demands, gazing into my eyes intensely. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I whisper, my voice thick with need. “I belong to you, Matias.”

My words force him to thrust into my mouth with renewed vigor. I gag, my eyes watering as he pushes so deep I can’t breathe.

His fingers tighten in my hair, controlling me while he fucks my mouth with abandon, his balls slamming against my chin.

“Take all of me,” he grunts. “I’m going to paint your throat with my cum.”

His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I want to feel him lose control, to brand me with his essence.

I feel his cock pulse against my tongue, and then he comes with a hard groan, shooting his into the back of my throat. A heady taste of salt and musk floods my mouth as I swallow, savoring the taste.

Slowly, he pulls back, freeing his cock from my mouth. I’m left kneeling before him, breathless and throbbing with unfulfilled need.

He steps back. “Now, I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you can’t walk straight.” His hands grasp my hips as he hauls me up and lifts me onto the bed, dropping me on my back.

Matias hauls me up, his hands grasping my thighs as he lifts me onto the bed. I land on my back, my knees falling open instinctually. He looms over me, his eyes glittering with a dangerous mix of desire and possession. “You’re mine,” he growls. “All mine. Remember that.”

I whimper, my breath catching in my throat as he positions himself between my spread legs and holds my gaze as if he’s daring me to deny him.

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