Page 16 of Big Bad Wolf

I’m not going to lie. The erotic exhilaration of seeing Scarlett hold my cock in her hand almost makes me come.

She examines me with curiosity, trailing her delicate fingers over every part of my shaft before closing her fist and pumping once, twice, then three times, with enough momentum to make my eyes roll back in my head.

“Let me make you feel good.” Scarlett drops to her knees, then lifts her wide-eyed gaze to mine. “You made me feel so good yesterday. And I’ve been thinking about this ever since.”

“Just looking at you makes me feel good. You don’t need to do more. We can take it slow,” I say, meaning every word but praying Scarlett ignores me.

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Scarlett

“This is what I want,” I whisper, holding the head of his thick cock next to my lips. The musky scent makes my mouth water. His girth makes me wonder how far my mouth will have to stretch to take him in. From the moment we met, I secretly willed this to fruition. I wanted him to be my first.

Deep down, I’ve longed for him to make me his only. As much as he frightens me, I’m in awe of his beauty. He’s magnificent in every way, and this new revelation confirms my suspicions that he’s a god among men.

“Are you sure you want this, Little Red?” His green eyes sparkle as I slowly swipe my tongue across the bulbous head of his perfect cock.

I lick the precum, relishing the salty taste and wondering if I could swallow a whole load. Will I drink it down or spit it out? Right now, I can’t imagine wasting a single drop.

I nod and let the first two inches slide onto my outstretched tongue, wrapping my lips tightly around his girth. I take more and more, suctioning my mouth around his thick length, drenching his flesh with saliva to help me pump up and down. My eyes water, but I keep going, fascinated by his groans, addicted to the friction and taste.

Vas threads his fingers through my hair, lifting it from my shoulders to keep it off my face. He wants to watch me worshipping his cock, milking it for my reward. “You look so fucking good with a mouthful of my cock, baby. Is this what you want me to do with your pussy? Do you want me to fuck it the way I’m fucking your mouth?” He grunts and grinds his hips into my face, lifting his pelvis and meeting every plunge.

I come up for air and wipe the saliva off my chin. “Not in a car. Soon, but not tonight.” I’m not holding out over a feigned sense of morality. He’s so big. His legs are long, his barrel chest is at least twice the width of mine, and his cock is enormous. I don’t want us to be constricted by the confines of a back seat. We need room, and ideally a big bed.

“I’ll wait. You’re worth the wait, angel.” Vas’s sultry voice turns me on and motivates me to try hard.

I want to take him all. It’s physically impossible, but I can try.

I lift my eyes and lock my gaze on his. Vasily angles his head, watching me lick every side, then trailing my attention to his balls. I lavish attention on every inch of flesh from my knees, worshipping him like a pilgrim.

His lips part as he releases a shaky breath, waiting and probably praying for more. I don’t want to let him down.

I twirl my tongue around the head of his cock, humming with satisfaction when he gives me a taste of what’s to come. He groans, his breath laboring as he watches me suck him in, slowly pumping my mouth on his cock, adjusting my tongue, stretching my lips as far as they’ll go, and relaxing my throat to take him in. His jaw drops, and he tightens his grip on my hair. The slight pain makes my clit throb and ache for release. I suck him in again, pumping my hand and dropping my face into his lap.

“Baby, you’re going to make me come,” Vasily moans, panting as he watches me deep throat his fat cock—gagging, drooling, and defying biology.

The more he groans, the faster I go, motivated by his lust and strengthened by my ever-present competitive spirit. I want to make him feel as good as he made me. I want him to think of me all night, confident that I wanted this as much as him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jesus Christ, Scarlett.” Vasily grunts like an animal and throws his head back, panting loudly as he releases a geyser of hot cum down my throat.

My heart swells with pride. It’s so much, I need to swallow twice.

As I sit back, I realize we’ve come to a stop. While Vasily recovers, I remove a compact mirror from my purse and check my face. I’m a hot mess. My mascara and lipstick have smeared across my cheeks. I have drool down to my neck, and my hair cannot be salvaged.

While I fuss, Vasily pulls me into his lap and helps me brush out my hair with his fingers. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart. Nothing could diminish your beauty.”

“Where are we?” I lean over and stare through the tinted window. “I’m a mess, Vas. I don’t want to go somewhere with a lot of people.”

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll like this.” Vas takes my hand and unlocks the door, stepping out first before helping me to my feet. I look around, and a few scattered cars are idling in parking spaces. “Not that side. This way.” Vas places his hands on my shoulders and twists my body right.

My eyes are instantly drawn to the twinkling lights of Lower Manhattan dancing on the rippling waves of the East River.

“What is this place?” I ask, smiling from ear to ear.

“It’s a little-known secret, a no-name park my father used to bring me to when I was younger. Whenever I’m in a bad mood or need a space to relax, I come here. I wanted you to see it. But we don’t have to stay,” Vasily stammers, seemingly hit by a sudden case of shyness.

Flattered he’d show me such a vulnerable side, I wrap my arms around his waist and whisper, “This is perfect. Can we stay for a while?”

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