Page 75 of The Wolf Professor

“I’m going to make your cunt beg for my cock.”

“Yes, please, Alpha.”

His harsh words were so erotic, the lewd sound as one thick digit moved in and out of her, the fact that all of this was sensed, not seen, that she knew him as Max only by the familiar male scent of him, the feel of his lips, his hands, his finger thrusting into her. It all served to drive her pleasure higher.

“You want me to stretch you more?”

She gasped her assent, and another finger joined the first. “I need you ready to take my knot, little one.”

She whimpered and squirmed as he finger fucked her in earnest now, hooking into her, stroking that magic spot inside her, his palm pressing on her clit all the while and notching up the pleasure until she was close to losing it.

The air smelled of their arousal, the salty whiff of his precum, his filthy words spurring her on… it was all too good… Charlie’s hips canted wildly, the headboard banging, her curls flying around her face in a hot sweaty mess. She felt his bunched quads on the back of her thighs, the hard prod of his cock on her butt cheeks, the silken drops of his pre-cum.

And she gave herself over to all of it.

His fingers worked her fiercely, urgently. “Oh you’re so fucking tight, so wet…” he groaned in her ear.

A rainbow of colors went off behind Charlie’s eyes and she whimpered.

“Good girl, that’s it. Very soon you’ll take my knot right up to the hilt.”

Charlie quivered and pushed back into his thrusting fingers. Max was so commanding. And she was his wild she wolf, ready to take her mate. The pressure inside her coiled tight like a spring. She thrust back harder, forcing his fingers in up to the hilt, growling out her pleasure, her hips snapping wildly, head thrown back, teeth bared. And then, oh gods, yes, the pleasure peaked, the dam broke and on a howl, Charlie fell apart as Max gritted out words of praise and wonder.

When she’d finally stopped shuddering around his hand, Max removed his fingers from inside her with a slurp that made them both laugh, his breath tickling the hair around her neck as he kissed her just below her earlobe.

But it was only a brief respite of tenderness before she felt his cock nudging at her core. “I’ve gotta have you,” he muttered, thick against her ear. “Are you ready to take me?”

“Oh goddess, yes?—”

He anchored her hips and she widened her knees, her hands braced on the headboard. And then he was easing his cock inside her pussy, the place his fingers had made malleable and wet and needy for him.

As he nudged into her, she gasped at the stretch, the blessed fullness.

“You want this… you want to take all of me?” he husked into her neck. Charlie mewled out a garbled assent. Max thrust deeper into her, his cock massaging her greedy clit as she opened to accommodate him.

The pleasure blew her mind.

And now, finally, he was buried in her to the hilt, his knot deep inside her. Charlie hung on tight to the headboard. When she cried out for more, he gripped her hips, growling, and impaled her with his cock, his knot, filling her up completely.

Charlie’s eyes rolled back, her second orgasm rolling in like thunder, as she wheezed and panted with pleasure.

“Mine,” Max gritted out. “Say it.”

“Yours.”

“This cock, this knot, it’s only ever been yours.”

Charlie moaned. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Then come for me,” he commanded as he pounded into her until the whole bed shook, his face buried in her neck as he thrust deeper, bound her closer. She felt his lips on the pulse at the base of her neck, felt a sudden arrow of pain as his teeth sank into her skin.

On a howl, Charlie’s orgasm ripped through her.

For a moment while she pulsed around his cock, Max went still above her, all his muscles braced. And then, with a triumphant shout, he spilled his everything into her.

CHAPTER 28

Max slumped over Charlie.

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