Page 28 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

He groaned again, sitting up, and I tried to follow him, but his big hand flattened against my chest as he pushed back onto the mattress.

“Stay,” he commanded, and the look in his eyes promised more than I could ever imagine.

He leaned back, biting his lower lip as his gaze roamed my body.Emmet spread my thighs, bending my knees as he stared at my soaked panties.

I felt moisture building there ever since he rode up in his truck and I knew there must be a visible wet spot.Embarrassment threatened to fill me, but the way he stared, his chest heaving as he looked his fill, told me he was more than turned on by my appearance.

That, and of course, the enormous bulge in the front of his jeans.My eyes rounded as I took in the size of said bulge and I whimpered.

I want that.

I couldn’t wait anymore.I needed him to touch me.

“Emmet, please,” I begged, flexing my hips.

“Look at you, Angel.So pure and soft.Spread out like a sacrifice.I can see your panties are wet.You want me, is that it?Do you need me, Little Girl?”he asked, his gaze smoldering as he peered down at me.

“Yes.I want you.I need you.Please, Emmet!”

“You just had to ask,” he growled.

Emmet grabbed his shirt from behind his neck, shrugging it off and revealing all of his inked up glory to my hungry stare.Next, he undid the buckle of his jeans, pushing them down his hips and freeing his big, thick dick from the confines of his pants.

“Gotta taste you,” he murmured, dropping down to cage me in and shoving his tongue into my mouth.

I clutched at his shoulders, need soaking the cotton covering my aching sex.

Pleasure built inside of me at the feel of his big, heavy body bearing down on mine.Like a relentless tide that surged with each passing moment.

It coursed through me like a storm, pulsing in time with my racing heart, leaving me breathless and craving release.

All I knew was my body needed this.Maybe my soul did too.And it wasn’t just sex.It was him.

Emmet was the only man who ever made me feel this way.The only man who’d ever brought me to such a state of reckless abandon.

Any second now, I was going to combust.All I needed was a touch.Just a brush of his fingers or the slide of his cock.I felt him there, pressing against me, and I whined at the thought of him so close and still so damn far.

Emmet’s fingers reached between us, and he slid my panties to the side.Then I felt him there.

The broad head of his cock slid through my soaked lips.Up and down, like he was coating himself in my arousal.Each teasing flex of his hips made me moan.

“Emmet,” I whispered, pleading with him.

I needed him so much closer.Needed him to fill me.

“Fuck, Angel.You’re so goddamn wet,” he growled, his voice so gritty and deep.

“Your juicy cunt is dripping down my balls.I’m going in now, gonna fill you so good,” he grunted, and I felt him there, pressing inside.

I clutched at his shoulders, scratching his skin as he kept pressing, inch after inch, filling me until I could hardly breathe.

Lights danced beneath my closed eyelids as I breathed in his pine-scented skin.His body was tense, taut as he held himself still, like he was waiting for me to adjust.

Sweat slicked both our skin, and I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me.His brows were furrowed.His expression was so serious, so full of concern and emotion, it gutted me.

I cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to kiss me again.I needed it.Needed his mouth to ground me as my sex adjusted to his size and girth.

He went willingly, pressing his mouth to mine and licking into my mouth with his long tongue.

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