Page 39 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Now, I’m going to eat you out, and you’re going to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’m going to stop. Understand?”

“But what if I-”

“You won’t,” I assure her. “You’ll be a good girl and be quiet. Won’t you?”

“I’ll try,” she agrees.

“Good,” I say, smiling. “Now, I’m going to pull these off.”

I hook my thumbs around the waistbands of her shorts and panties and slowly tug them down her legs. She lifts her hips, helping me, and I toss them aside.

“Spread your legs,” I order.

She does as I say, and I groan at the sight of her glistening pussy in the moonlight.

“Fuck, sugar,” I hiss. “You’re soaking wet.”

“Reiner,” she whispers, her cheeks turning pink.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I tell her. “It’s hot.”

She doesn’t say anything, and I know she’s nervous.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” I ask.

“I… I… no,” she admits.

“I’m going to be the first one to taste you,” I state.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Good,” I say, planting my lips on her jaw.

She sucks in a breath and closes her eyes. I trail my lips down her neck and across her collarbone. I can feel her pulse racing under my lips, and it’s intoxicating.

I move lower and bunch up her t-shirt until her breasts are exposed. Her nipples are hard, and I can’t resist. I swirl my tongue around one, and she gasps.

“Shh,” I remind her. “Quiet.”

She nods, and I continue my exploration. I lick and suck and nibble, and she’s trembling beneath me as I lavish attention on her body.

I move to her other breast and give it the same treatment. Then, I kiss my way down her stomach and settle between her legs, where I nip at her thighs and inhale her scent. She’s going to remember this night for the rest of her life—I’ll make sure of it. I’m going to go slow and take my time. I’m going to make sure she enjoys every second of it.

I run my tongue through her folds, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out. Her eyes are closed, and her hands are fisted in the sheets. She’s trying so hard to keep quiet, and it’s adorable.

When she tries to buck her hips as I flick my tongue over her clit, I grab them and hold her still. She whimpers, and I chuckle against her skin. She tastes so fucking good, and I can’t get enough.

I lap at her, licking and sucking, and she’s writhing under me. She’s panting and moaning, and when I slip a finger inside her, she arches her back and lets out a strangled cry.

“Shh,” I murmur, looking up at her. “You’re being too loud. You need to be quiet.”

“I’m trying,” she whines.

“Try harder,” I demand. “Or I’ll have to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

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