Page 92 of Wolf

Maybe I am choosing my family over this gruff biker, but I don’t want him to go thinking that I didn’t want his touch. If I do this, we both will know that I’m lying.

Still, I can’t find it in me to care.

His eyes move down my shirt and skirt before his lips curl and I wonder, is he as disgusted by my weakness as I am.

Nothing screams Abernathy like this outfit, after all.

With trembling fingers, I grab my shirt but I’m not strong enough to rip it away. With a weird glint in his eyes, he steps forward and grabs the edges, ripping them open easily. The buttons fall to the ground, and I glance down as he proceeds to ruin the camisole beneath.

When I’m down to my bra, I look up but he’s laser focused on my breasts. His nostrils flare and he grabs one between his fingers, squeezing gently, sending a zing of heat to my core.

I miss his touch and the way he made me feel free.

“You like my dirty hands on your perfect skin?” he rasps.

His words make me shrivel but I obey when he says, “Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

With my hands braced on the wall, I exhale shakily as he jerks my skirt above my waist and brushes his fingers over the placket of my panties.

His chuckle skates across my skin as he leans into my neck and says, “These fucking granny panties…”

I don’t know what he means but I don’t care. I can’t move because with each press of his fingers, he creates a wildfire of need. My body remembers every detail of his and I moan into my hands, praying for one last moment that I can cherish forever.

When he pauses, my heart stops. I want this. I need this. Even if he’s angry, even if it’s cruel for both of us.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg but the rasp of his zipper distracts me, and I reach for him desperately when he spins me around.

“On your knees,” he grunts, stepping away.

I glance up, my mouth dropping open. His eyes glitter as he tips his head, but something is missing and my heart aches to see it before we do this again.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him the truth when he touches my cheek and says, “Get my dick wet, Lilli.”

Oh.Oh.

Slowly I sink to the pavement, wincing when my knees mash into the tiny pebbles on the ground. My heart pounds wildly at the thought of what I’m about to do as Wolf grabs my hair.

His fingers displace the bun and my hair falls in a wave around my shoulders.

Seemingly satisfied, he pulls my head back and I eye the raging, engorged appendage with apprehension. Still, I want this connection so badly that when he demands that I open my mouth, I do.

He gives me hope. He gives me power that I didn’t know I had. When Hand forced me to walk away, I regretted that I hadn’t told him. Maybe now is my chance…

“Wolf—“ My words die when he shoves his erection past my lips.

Immediately I choke because he’s not small and I’ve never done this before. When I panic, he says, “It’s okay, baby girl. Breathe through your nose.”

Easier said than done but he gives me a moment to regain my bearings before he pulls my head back and begins to pump. Despite trying to breathe through my nose, tears fill my eyes and slide down my cheeks.

His fingers caress my cheek before he pauses and pulls back. Shaking my head, I lean forward, my heart skipping a beat when he groans.

“That’s it,” he rasps as I curl my tongue around him. I have no idea what I’m doing, so I pretend that this is a popsicle and close my eyes.

The sensation that I can’t get air presses at my chest, but he pulls back and says roughly, “Slowly.”

Nodding, I wrap my hand around his length and suck on him while a tingle builds in my core.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Take my dick like a good little cocksucker.”

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