Page 27 of Billionaire Wolf Needs a Pilot
“Tanner!”
“Shhh.”His breath was hot against my skin.“Let me show you.”
His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, not biting, just teasing, and my fingers tangled in his hair, holding him closer.He chuckled, low and dark, the vibration sending a pulse straight between my legs.“So responsive,” he murmured.“Every sound you make drives me wild.”
I moaned as his hands slid lower, his knuckles brushing the inside of my thighs, parting me just enough to let the firelight touch places no one had ever worshipped like this.
“Beautiful,” he growled.“All mine.”
I should have protested the possessiveness.But the way he looked at me like I was precious made my heart overflow with emotion.His fingers slid through my folds, teasing, testing, his thumb circling my clit with maddening precision.I whimpered, arching my hips into his touch.
I should have been ashamed at how easily I opened for him, how my body betrayed my racing thoughts.But when his fingers dipped inside me, stretching me, I didn’t feel shame.I felt worshipped.His growl vibrated against my thigh, and when he gave me a light nip, I realized he wasn’t just touching me.He was claiming me.And God help me, I wanted to be claimed.
“Not yet,” he murmured, withdrawing before I could beg.His mouth followed the path his hands had taken.When his breath ghosted over my core, I trembled.
“Tanner, please.”
“Patience.”His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, and then his mouth was on me, his tongue dragging through my folds in one slow, deliberate stroke.My back arched off the furs.
“Oh God!”
He growled against me, the vibration making my toes curl.His tongue flicked against my clit, then lower, teasing my entrance before returning to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves.I was already close, my body tightening, but he pulled back just enough to deny me.
“Not yet,” he repeated, his voice rough.His fingers pressed inside me, stretching me, curling just right to make my vision blur.“I want to hear you scream when you come on my tongue.”
I sobbed his name as his mouth sealed over me again, his tongue working me in relentless strokes.His free hand slid up to palm my breast, his thumb rolling my nipple, and the dual sensations sent me spiraling.My orgasm crashed over me, my cry echoing off the cave walls as my body bowed beneath him.
He didn’t stop.His tongue soothed me through the aftershocks, his lips pressing kisses to my inner thighs, my stomach, my ribs.By the time he rose over me, his cock thick and heavy between his legs, I was boneless, trembling.
His eyes locked onto mine.“Still sure?”
The firelight caught the rigid length of him, and my breath hitched.No way.My fingers trembled as I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft.The tips of my thumb and fingers barely touched.He was so much thicker than anything I’d ever imagined, and impossibly long, the head flushed dark and already glistening with pre-cum.
A whimper escaped me.“Tanner, I don’t know if—”
His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he watched me stroke him.“You can take me,” he growled.He thrust his hips into my hand.“Your body was made for mine.”
My heart hammered in my chest.Fear and lust twisted together in my gut.He was a predator in every sense, and yet the ache between my thighs only grew, my body already softening, readying for him.
His hand covered mine, guiding me in slow, firm strokes.“Feel that?”His voice was dark and rough.“Feel how hard you make me?How much I need you?”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.His cock pulsed in my grip, the heat of him scorching my palm.My core clenched, not in fear, but in dark, wicked anticipation.What did it say about me that the idea of being marked, filled to bursting, owned, made me wetter than I’d ever been in my life?
“You’re afraid,” he murmured, his free hand cupping my face, forcing me to meet his gaze.“Good.Youshouldbe.But you’re also wet for me.Aren’t you?”
I bit my lip, my hips lifting involuntarily.
He smirked, dark and knowing.“Let me show you.”
His hand left mine, and I whimpered at the loss, but then his fingers were back between my legs, teasing my entrance.“So wet,” he groaned.“Your body knows what it wants.”
I gasped as he reached down and pressed two fingers inside me, stretching me, his thumb circling my clit in slow, deliberate strokes.“You see?You’re already opening for me.”
I moaned, my head falling back as he worked me.He bent his fingers and stroked my walls just right, making my breath stutter.When he withdrew, I whimpered in protest, until I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me.
“Breathe,” he commanded.“Let me in.”
I nodded, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to push inside.The stretch burned, but his lips found mine, swallowing my cries as he filled me inch by agonizing inch.
