Page 27 of The Wolf's Bullied Mate
She laughed out loud, her eyes twinkling with joy. I almost felt embarrassed, but… how was I supposed to know howto take off such a complicated outfit? I didn’t want to destroy the dress.
“Help me up.” Pauline extended a hand to me.
I helped her sit up on the couch. She turned her back to me, keeping her back straight. “There’s a line of small buttons on the back. You have to help me open them.”
I nodded. Pauline’s fiery-red hair was partially done up while the rest of it fell down her back. She would be more comfortable without the clips in her hair, so I started removing them first. She sighed in relief when her hair came loose. I moved the strands gently to the side, revealing the nape of her neck. I took a good look at the tiny buttons of the dress again and devised a plan.
I kissed a trail from the back of her neck down to the buttons. Gently, I opened one of them, then kissed the exposed skin. Then I did the same for another button and another. I heard Pauline’s breath hitch with every kiss, and her skin flushed an even deeper red.
Finally, when I was down to the last button, I tugged at the skirt on her hips, helping her out of the dress. She had a chemise underneath, which I removed too. She stood up, facing away from me, wearing nothing but white lace panties and stockings. She kept her arms crossed over her breasts, and the redness of her skin told me she was embarrassed.
I took my tie off, then my jacket and dress shirt. I kicked off my shoes and removed my pants. Next came my boxers; my erection immediately sprang up. I was already hard for her, ready to make Pauline mine.
When the only sound I could hear was Pauline’s breathing, I said in a commanding alpha tone. “Turn around.”
She jumped up, surprised I had used the command on her. She turned around, and her eyes widened at the sight of my erect cock. She licked her lips, which made me imagine her onher knees, my dick deep in her throat. I doubted I would last long if we tried that act together. Besides, what I really wanted was to be inside her.
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked for her consent. If she said no now, I would stop things. It would be painful, but I didn’t want to do anything against her will.
Pauline looked me in the eye and nodded, biting her lower lip.
“I need to hear it,” I growled.
“Y-Yes,” she said softly. “I want you, Oliver.”
I sprang towards her and pulled her down onto the couch, getting on top of her. Pauline looked at me with eyes full of wonder, like she couldn’t believe this moment was happening. I had to prove to her that being with me here was real.
She was my wife now—the realization sunk in fully. Pauline was mine.
I kissed her again, deeply and possessively. One of my hands palmed her breast—small but firm—while my other hand grabbed her leg and wrapped it over my hip. I positioned my cock at her entrance. I ground into her pussy without entering her.
“You’re so wet for me,” I said in wonder.
A soft groan escaped her lips. “Take me, Oliver,” she begged, moving underneath me to get the friction she wanted.
I didn’t need to be told twice that she wanted me. I pushed myself into her in a shallow first thrust. Pauline moaned. I pulled out and thrust again—I went deeper this time. She was so tight. My cock stretched her opening, filling her completely. Moving in and out of her felt incredible.
“Yes,” Pauline chanted over and over again.
I kneeled on the bed, towering over her. The change in position made her moan louder. I continued thrusting into Pauline until I found her G-spot.
“Oliver,” she called out my name, surprise, and lust in her tone.
I smirked. “Yes, that’s right. It’s me that’s fucking you right now. Say my name again,” I commanded.
As I thrust into Pauline over and over again, she continued calling my name, looking at me through hooded eyes.
“I’m close,” she said.
“So am I. Let’s come together,” I replied.
Three thrusts later, we both came apart. The orgasm that hit me was the strongest I had felt in a long time. When I came down from the high, I pulled out of the drowsy-looking Pauline and got up from the couch.
She didn’t look like she could go for another round immediately. The night had been long, and we danced a lot, so I wasn’t surprised she was tired.
I took Pauline in my arms and carried her up the stairs. I laid her gently on my bed and crawled in beside her, spooning her from behind.
“Goodnight,” she said in a weak but satisfied voice.
