Page 37 of Wolf's Son
I keep my eyes on him as he pulls his cut off. Next, he removes his shirt. Then, toes off his boots and removes his belt. He drops his jeans, the hard jutting cock of his is thick and I want nothing more than to suck on it.
I lick my lips, staring at his cock. I bite back a moan at the thought. When he wraps his fingers around his shaft, my eyes fly up to meet his.
“You want my cock, Jacqueline?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
“You’re gonna get my cock, I promise you that, but you’re gonna get it. First things first.” He reaches into his nightstand, grabs a pocketknife, and cuts through my shirt along with my bra, exposing me to his gaze.
“Did you . . . you just cut my shirt open?”
“Yeah, I did, Princess,” he remarks, grinningwhile reaching down and yanking my pants down. I guess I lost my flip-flops along the way somewhere.
With my body on display, Wolf rakes his eyes over me and licks his lips.
Coming back onto the bed he straddles my chest, his cock close to my mouth.
“You’re gonna suck my cock, Princess. Take what I give you. When I’m ready, you’re gonna take everything I give you. Now, open that pretty mouth.”
Without thinking I do as he says, his cock right there as I do so.
Wolf takes his time, sliding his cock in my mouth. I clasp my lips around him and swirl my tongue around the head with each thrust he gives me. When he finally reaches the back of my throat, I swallow, taking him in. I’ve taken him like this before, I mean to the back of my throat. I’d been on my knees for that, not on my back, cuffed to his bed.
He keeps a gentle momentum, one I find torturous.
I need more, but it’s like he’s refusing to give me what I want. Is that what he meant by punishment?
God, I hope not.
I strain against the cuffs keeping me from touching him, only to hear him chuckle.
“Poor, Princess, you want to touch me, don’t you?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
The words scream in my head. But I was also staring up at him. I’m sure he can see the answer in my eyes. I want to touch him. To wrap my hand around his cock.
“Too bad you had to go and not listen to me. Maybe next time, you’ll listen to me when I tell you to do something.” Wolf thrusts deeper and groans. “Fuck, I love how good your mouth feels. The sight of you takin’ my cock like this has me ready to blow.”
God, yes, please do.
Rather than doing that though, Wolf pulls his cock from my mouth and slides down my body. Slides between my legs, eyes on me.
“I was going to tell you tonight that your brother and I are ensuring your safety and have sent the message out that not only do you have your brother’s protection, but the club’s as well. This doesn’t completely guarantee anything won’t happen, it’ll still help.”
Why Wolf is telling me now, of all times, is baffling to my senses. I didn’t want to think of that. I wanted to think of all things pleasurable that involve him.
“Why are you telling me this now?” I ask, pantingas he runs his tongue along my neck and downward toward my breasts.
“Because I want you to understand that though you have protection, you still need to be cautious and always call me.”
Call him?
That’s why he’s telling me this?
“Wolf,” I call his name, but it was more of a whimper.
“You understand what I’m telling you, Princess?” he asks. “You don’t call me when something happens, no matter how little it might seem, I’m going to make you pay for it.”
