Page 47 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Reiner,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”

“I know,” he murmurs. “But I want to savor this. I want to take my time, to enjoy every second.”

I can’t argue with that. I’ve waited a year for this, and I want to make sure it’s everything I’ve dreamed of.

He kisses me again, his tongue sliding past my lips and into my mouth. As he explores my mouth, he takes my hand andguides it to the front of his pants, where his erection is straining against the fabric.

I gasp and instinctively squeeze, eliciting a low groan from him. Encouraged by his response, I rub my hand along his length, tracing the outline of his cock before unbuttoning his pants and slipping my hand inside. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him, and I can feel him shudder. He breaks the kiss and buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

“Fuck, Jane,” he growls. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I smile and continue stroking him, enjoying the way he feels in my hand. I can’t wait to have him inside me, filling me up and stretching me to the limit.

Reiner lowers his head and captures one of my nipples between his teeth, biting down gently. I cry out and arch my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive peak, and I whimper, my body trembling with pleasure.

He moves his attention to my other nipple, repeating the same sensual torture. I writhe beneath him, my hips bucking involuntarily. I’m desperate for him, and I can’t wait any longer. I need him inside me now.

“Reiner, please,” I beg. “I need you. I need you inside me.”

He lifts his head and looks at me, his eyes dark with lust. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m sure. I want you, Reiner. All of you.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. He sits up and slides his pants and boxers off, and I can’t help but stare. He’s huge, and I’m suddenly nervous. Will he fit?

He must see the apprehension on my face because he leans down and kisses me. “I’ll go slow,” he promises.

I nod, and he settles between my legs, his cock nudging my entrance. Before he presses himself inside me, he slides his hand down my stomach and between my thighs. He runs a finger over my clit, and I gasp, my hips jerking.

He strokes my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. I squirm and moan, my body on fire. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve touched myself, but it’s nothing compared to the way Reiner is touching me.

As he continues to work his magic with his fingers, he slowly pushes himself inside me. I bite my lip, pain and pleasure mixing together in a delicious way. He fills me up, and I can feel my body stretch to accommodate him.

He stops when he’s fully inside me, giving me a moment to adjust. I breathe deeply, my heart pounding.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod, and he begins to move, easing in and out of me. He starts slow, letting me get used to the sensation. I expected pain, but there’s only a bit of discomfort, and as he continues, the slight pressure fades, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. I can feel my body responding to him, my muscles tightening and my breath becoming shallow. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, our tongues tangling together.

The feeling of him inside me, the taste of his lips, the heat of his skin… it’s all so much better than I’d ever imagined.

“More,” I whisper. “I want more.”

He obliges, his pace increasing. He thrusts into me, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I cling to him, my nails digginginto his back. He groans and kisses me, his tongue mimicking the motion of his cock.

I can feel the pressure building inside me, the heat coiling low in my belly. I’m close, so close.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. He keeps going, his movements growing more urgent. He’s grunting and groaning, and the sound is so primal and sexy that it sends me over the edge.

I cry out, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt, and I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this for so long.

Reiner slows, drawing out my pleasure. When I finally come down from my high, he picks up the pace again.

“Come for me,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

That’s all it takes. He thrusts into me one last time, and I feel him explode. He groans, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside me.

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