Page 24 of Wolf.e

“No, little hummingbird, you haven’t, because you only just met me today.” He moves his head down to the skin beneath my earlobe, my hands start to lose sensation under his clasp. Wolfe takes his time to breathe me in, running his nose along the column of my throat. “It’s not wise to test that smart mouth with me. I’m already testing every bit of fucking patience I have with you in my space,” he snarls, biting down hard on my earlobe.

I whimper in pain but outwardly, it sounds like pleasure.

“Pain doesn’t scare you…” It isn’t a question, it’s an assessment, but I don’t miss the tone of surprise that lines his voice. No, pain does scare me, I want to say in protest, but I don’t. My body isn’t listening to my mind like it should and right now my body is winning, hands down.

Wolfe’s hand slides over the thin cotton of my panties and with a flick of a wrist he adds a slap to my pussy. I must be having an out of body experience because I moan again, loudly.

“You get off on it,” he growls, his brow knotted in frustration,

“Why does that make you angry?” I ask breathlessly, silently begging for more.

“Because I want to do bad things to you.Very bad things. And knowing you won’t try to stop me? It’s dangerous for you.”

Using his boot to kick my feet apart even wider, Wolfe holds me in place with his powerful body. His hardened cock presses against my hip, it feels just as big as his attitude portrays and it ignites me as I imagine it filling me in ways I’ve never been filled.

If I could use my hands, I’d slide them under his shirt just to see what this kind of man feels like. Just once.

Wolfe tears my flimsy panties off like they’re made of tissue paper in one swift action, and I gasp, standing fully naked before this man I’ve just met, while he remains fully clothed, in his element, in control.

He holds the power.

Call it fear, call it alcohol, whatever you will, I’m so wet I’m dripping down my thighs.

“Please,” I whine, then moan again, angling my hips toward him, not really knowing what I’m asking. The moment the word leaves my lips the faintest growl rumbles through his chest pressed against me.

“The fucking sounds you make, you might as well be asking me to eat you alive.” Wolfe drops his lips to my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts, trading between biting me and ravaging me with open mouthed kisses. As his palm slides further down my belly to the apex of my thighs, I wait with anticipation like putty in his hands.

Finally, the pad of his middle finger finds my clit and what little fight I had left to get away from him dies.

Instead, I close my eyes, push myself closer, let my body take over and beg him for more.

I don’t kiss women. Never thought the act was worth anything. When I was young, it was a necessary step to get me what I wanted, which was to come. When I stopped having to use it as a tool to get there, I just never did. There’s never a need for niceties when women just take their clothes off and ask you to fuck them.

But I fight the need I feel to kiss Brinley now. Not to feed into her feelings or because I crave the softness of it. No, this is a carnal need I can’t seem to shake. It has me wanting to bring every single part of her to my mouth so I can devour her, and then feast on the remains until there’s nothing left. My fingers slide between her legs, and I groan against her mouth, still denying myself the kiss.

“Mmm…This soaking little pussy… all for the man you’re afraid of?” I note.

She mewls into me with a quiet “yes” as two of my fingers sink into her hot, tight cunt.

So fucking tight it’s like she’s never been fucked.

“You’re dripping down my hand, you want my fear and pain.”

“I-I don’t know,” she murmurs softly as my fingers stretch her.

“Yeah, you do, you’re making a mess, Brinley soaking my hand like this…” Just her name on my tongue has my cock begging. “More,” I tell her

She whines again as I try to make sense of this woman and her hold on me.

My dick throbs against my zipper. I haven’t wanted like this in so long, maybe ever.

Her eyes grow wide as I stand over her, taking in the sight of her naked flesh while my fingers strum her clit, then slide into her at a slow, steady pace while I savor her every sound. Her body is perfection. She’s all soft, silky and curvy with so many enticing places to grab that my mind can’t settle on where to touch first.

Her little whimpers as I fuck my fingers into her admit what her lips refuse to. I run my tongue down the column of her throat, enjoying the foreign feeling of being turned on like this, simply by my mouth meeting her skin.

I wrap my lips around the hardened peak of her nipple, letting my teeth tug it lightly. She shudders and angles her hips up to me.

I smirk.

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