Page 24 of Her Convict Wolf

His body jerks, and he lifts his head, keeping my thighs pinned wide apart. “Who with?”

I squirm, but his big hands are keeping me right where I am and I can’t move a muscle.

“Tell me, Emory.”

“Myself,” I say in a small voice.

“You’ve been touching yourself?”

“Uh huh.” My hands shoot up and cover my face.

“What were you thinking about?”

Darn. Now my cheeks are practically on fire.

“Tell me.” His voice gets stern, bossy.

“You,” I mumble. It’s true. Ever since my hand first wandered into my panties, it was Maxim I’ve been thinking about. Over the years, the memory of his features got fainter, but it was always him.

I hear his breath catch. “Fuck,” he groans. “Were you really?”

“Yup.”

“What were you thinking about exactly?”

God, this is cringy. “Y-you stripping me naked and taking me hard.”

His breathing is raspy with desire. “Tell me where.”

“All over my father’s house. Over the piano. On the kitchen counter. The stairs.”

“Jesus, Emory. You’re killing me,” he says. Then a wicked look comes into his eye. “Show me. Show me what you were doing while you were thinking about having my cock inside you.”

He leans back, staring at my spread pussy.

He wants me to touch myself while he watches?

Oh, god.

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Maxim

It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in my whole life. Emory Manzoni lying back on my pillows, naked, her sweet virgin pussy spread wide open. One of her hands is caressing her perfect round tits, kneading at them, pinching her little rosebud nipples.

Fuck.I can feel my precum soaking through my jeans.

“Show me,” I repeat.

Hesitantly, her other hand moves down, until it’s cupping her wet, pink labia. As I watch, mesmerized, she dips a finger in her sopping little hole, then she starts to stroke her clit.

“Now tell me what you were thinking,” I say. I’m being bossy, way too demanding, but I’m not gonna stop. I can tell she likes it.

“I imagined going downstairs in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. Everyone else was asleep, but you were sitting in the kitchen in the dark. When I saw you, I startled, but you just grabbed me, and kissed me passionately—” Her voice is low and husky and her finger works faster and faster. “I was just wearing a nightshirt, nothing else, and you slid your hand underneath it, and when you realized I was naked underneath it, you just… lost control. You sat me on the kitchen table and took me…my virginity.”

Her eyelids flutter closed. She’s not embarrassed anymore. She’s close to coming. The sweet, heady scent of her arousal is thick in my nostrils and desire roars in my veins.

“And that’s how you came?”

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