Page 40 of Seduced Wolf

“Good. I want you to not move, at all. If you move, jerk, thrust, I’ll stop. You stay perfectly still.”

“Yes, anything you want, Aria,” I whisper, need overwhelming my ability to speak louder.

“Good, Chase. You’re so very good…”

She strokes my ego just as thoroughly as she strokes my cock, and when I feel the first inch of me push inside, I have to flex every muscle to force myself not to move.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing so good.”

Another inch.

This is torture.

“Remember not to move,” she warns.

Another inch, two, three.

I grind my teeth, pleasure warring with the need to grab her hips and sink her down till I feel her clit on my hilt.

“You’re listening so well!” she praises. But as she does, she lifts back up.

The loss of her heat around my shaft is like a personal insult. The sudden cold making me hiss and glare at her. “Are you trying to make me lose control?” I bite out.

She laughs, pushes herself down another inch, and back up.

“I’m trying to see how much you can take while still being so obedient.”

“Torture…” I growl, pushing my head back even further into the pillow. “Tell me what to do to get you all the way on me?”

“Just don’t move, baby. Be patient, and you'll get everything you want.”

Another inch, two more inches with a sudden jolt. She’s so close to being fully seated on me when she pulls up again.

A sudden pop from outside and my head jerks towards the window. Was it a gunshot? Are we in danger?

“Eyes. On. Me,” Aria says, and slams herself down on me all the way.

Her gasp refocuses me, even as I hear the sound again.

“It’s a car backfiring, not gunfire,” she moans, hips starting to move in slow circles. Her hands spread over my pectorals, palms cupping my nipples.

“Am I allowed to thrust yet?” I plead.

A gentle bubbling laughter comes out of her mouth and seems to stroke every single synapse I have.

“No.”

“Aria,” I growl, bracing to move.

Aria leans forward, pushing me back down into the bed and lifting herself up and off me just enough that when she slams back down, my eyes roll back in their sockets.

“Aria!” I roar, pleasure ripping through me as her actions become fast and needy. I want to hold her hips, I want to thrust wildly and buck up against her, but I dare not move.

The pleasure she’s experiencing is making mine all the more intense. Her face is slack with need, her eyes closed, her body moving. She’s taking everything she wants. Using me for her pleasure, and I’m a willing servant.

“God, I’m gonna come already!” she whimpers, her movement becoming less methodical and more sporadic.

“I love that my cock can be so good for you without me even having to move,” I say.

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