Page 37 of Running with Direwolves
“I can tell.” He went deeper and stroked over her G-spot. The hardness of his hand caught on her clit and he rubbed it with a firm rocking motion.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned, her body a mass of sensation. Already she could feel herself getting wet and the pressure in her pelvis was beginning to mount.
“It’s time,” Grady said after a minute of stimulating her. “Fuck, yeah, it’s time. Get on your hands and knees.”
“My hands and…”
“It’s best for him,” Tarl said. “And we’ll make it best for you too.”
Grady helped her turn over. Her hair hung down and herknees and palms pressed into the soft fur rug.
“You have a damn cute ass,” Tarl said, stroking over first her left and then her right buttock.
“So sweet.” Grady ran his fingertip down her cleft, over her asshole and to her entrance. “I’m going in slow this first time, okay?”
“Yes.” Her heart was thudding and her skin tingled as though she was more alive than ever before. Would she really be able to take him?
And then the head of his huge cock was prodding her entrance.
“Just relax,” Tarl said, stroking her hair. “And it will feel amazing, I promise.”
She blew out a breath as Grady pushed in. The flare of his cock tip stretched her internal flesh, pushing and filling her in a new dense way.
“Ah, yes…” she moaned, arching her back and encouraging him.
“Fuck, it’s been so long since I was with a woman,” Grady murmured, gripping her hips. “And now, you, this is perfect, you are perfect.”
She pressed her lips together as the filling went on. His girth was solid and the length of him seemed to go on forever.
Eventually his warm, hairy balls pressed up against her pussy lips.
“I’m in,” he said. “And staying in.”
She shifted her hips and found that he was truly lodged inside of her. Even if she’d wanted, she couldn’t have made him slip out. He’d knotted deep in her pussy and would be there until he came.
“You’ve done it,” Tarl said, slipping his fingers from her lower back, around to her waist and then lower, to circle her clit.
“Oh, yes, that … Tarl…”
“Come when you need to,” Grady said. “Come as many times as you want.”
She didn’t think it would take much. To be so full of glorious hard cock and have Tarl working her clit was intense. She’d come soon, she was sure of it.
Grady began to move, not in and out but a rocking motion that shifted him inside her so that his cock rubbed over her G-spot.
She groaned and dropped to her elbows, let her forehead touch the rug. She’d surrendered to her men. She was theirs. They could do what they wanted with her and she knew it would be good. Damn good.
“Fuck, the scent of your arousal is intoxicating,” Tarl said. “I could get drunk on it.”
She didn’t answer. The pressure was building, soon she’d need to release it. The heat and density in her pelvis would erupt and it would shake every bone in her body when it did.
A direwolf howled outside and a log slipped on the fire. The men continued to fuck her and finger her clit.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped. “I am … nearly … nearly there.”
“Yes, come.” Grady tightened his hold on her hips. “Come and squirt, I want to feel that, fuck, yes, now … squirt at me with your tight fucking pussy.”
His commanding voice and dirty words sent her over the edge and she let her orgasm release. Her pussy pulsed wildly around Grady’s stiff cock and she felt the heated gush of liquid release. She cried out, a long wail of bliss, and her body shook.
