Page 59 of Claiming the Wolf Daddy

“Cole,” I begged. “I’m going to—”

I couldn’t finish my sentence before every muscle I possessed contracted. My thighs squeezed tightly around his head, and I bowed toward him and came all over his mind-ruining tongue. He lapped up every bit of it, like I was a delicious meal. My legs twitched with each long stroke of his tongue, more overstimulated than I was after the first orgasm, but I knew well enough not to complain. He wasn’t done with me.

As he finished savoring me, he tore the scraps of spandex off my legs. All that was left on my body was the whistle and my running shoes. I’d ditched the socks shortly after I fell in the water.

He lowered me from his shoulders and placed me down in front of him, supporting my wobbly knees with a single hand at my waist. I thought I’d seen his full erection before, but it was even larger now, pressing so hard to escape his pants that it was peeking past the waistline of his jeans.

I looked up at him, and he stared down at me in expectant silence.

My throat was dry as I unbuttoned his jeans. They fell off his legs in a puddle. I unleashed his cock from his boxers, and the soft fabric slid down to pool on top of his jeans. I licked my lips as I stared at what I’d have to contend with.

It was similar to what I was used to, but also markedly different. It was still the same color and texture, though it was framed by a thicker coat of hair—the same I’d observed earlier—that gave way to barer skin underneath. It was also larger. Large enough that I wasn’t certain it would fit inside me.

Then there was the knot—a bulbous addition I’d not seen on him before. I now understood what he meant when he said we would be joined at the hip until he came down from his high.

He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down onto my knees before pressing his member against my lips. I winced and flinched away from it. Cole took hold of one of my braids and twisted it around two of his fingers before roughly forcing himself into my mouth.

Grunting, I put my hands on his thighs, pushing against them slightly as he pressed deeper and deeper into my mouth. The tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat when the knot touched my lips.

It was too big. Cole ground into my mouth, snarling with frustration. He used my braids for leverage, then abandoned them to grip the back of my head and drive in as deep as he could. I lost myself to the blissful sensation of his cock fucking the slick parts of my throat.

I gagged as he pressed deeper, breaching past my uvula. I tapped his thigh when the knot blocked my nostrils—the signal we’d agreed on when he first fucked my mouth—and pushed myself off him, gasping for air.

He knelt beside me, his large hands smoothing my hair. He held my face, catching my gaze to make sure I was still with him. I smiled blissfully and cupped his own face.

“You’re still in there,” I said softly, not in surprise but in encouragement. “I love you so much, Cole. I love you like this. I love you in your fully human form. I love you shifted. I just love you.”

He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine, like he’d done so many times when feeling moved by his own love for me. His nose brushed mine as he breathed quietly.

“Okay?” he grunted in that deep growl.

“I’m okay,” I said. “I’m ready. I want you to claim me.”

He nodded and dropped his hands to my waist. He panted heavily before turning me to face away from him. He supported my upper body with one hand, the other splaying over my hip to bend me forward slightly. He positioned his legs on either side of mine, then guided me back, pulling me onto him and driving into me with a swift thrust.

A hard breath huffed out of him as I moaned and slackened like putty in his hands. I felt the knot press against my opening. God, it was so fucking big.

He started to work on me, thrusting into me at the same time that he pulled me forward and back over and over again. Each thrust allowed him deeper access, stretched me more and more so I could accommodate every inch of his enhanced cock.

When I’d grown completely supple and malleable in his hands, he let me go, pressing my head into the tattered remains of my clothes as he repositioned himself behind me, his legs moving up, giving his cock nowhere to go but deeper.

He stopped being gentle, slamming into me with hard, unforgiving thrusts, my face scraping against the compact earth.

The widened base started to press past my opening, stretching me to my absolute limit. It hurt, but God, it hurt so good. I moaned and gasped as his tempo increased, the force not letting up. Cole’s breathing became erratic, as did his pace. All I could do was grunt and whimper as he used me.

He let out a vicious snarl as the knot finally breached my entrance fully. I felt the strange sensation of it locking inside of me before he forced it out again.

Two more wild thrusts later, he pulled me tightly against him, his hips and back arching as he craned back and gave a wild, victorious howl as he released himself inside me. There was so much of it that it burst past the knot that locked us together and seeped out of me.

I was so exhausted, so spent, that my legs were on the verge of collapse. Cole seemed to feel the same because a moment later, he bowed forward, wrapping his arms around me and taking me down with him. He settled us onto our sides while his cock twitched inside me.

Cole curled himself around me, and we took gasping breaths as we came down from the high of this wild, beautiful, chaotic experience. He gently combed his fingers through my hair, nuzzling the back of my head and breathing in my scent.

I knew he had started to shift back when I felt his lips press a tender kiss to the nape of my neck.

“Cole?” I murmured.

“Hey, baby,” he said. “Doing okay?”

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