Page 88 of The Wolf

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his fingers tangling in my curls scattered on the mattress. “Taking me so eagerly. You have no idea how good you make me feel.”

His words spur me on, and I begin bobbing my head up and down, taking him deeper with each drag.

“Slow down… savor it. I want to feel every second of your lips on me.” His hand gently guides my movements, ensuring I take my time. “Use your tongue,” he directs, his tone dropping into a husky whisper. “Swirl it right there.”

I flick my eyes up at him, watching his expression twist with pleasure as I do exactly as he says.

“Yeah,” he groans, his voice trembling slightly. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

Each deliberate pass of my lips and tongue draws a sharp inhale from him. I feel the way his body shudders, every throb of his shaft sending heat rushing through me. I keep sucking harder and faster, desperate to push him over the edge.

Suddenly, his other palm wraps around my throat as he yanks me up to the very edge of the bed, my head lolling off the mattress. He’s back on top of me a second later, his weight pressing down slightly, and our eyes lock. His cock hovers at my lips, but he doesn’t push—not yet—giving me a moment to adjust.

I manage a barely perceptible nod in this position, though I know he can read my thoughts. I trust him—unconditionally, in every way. With a nervous inhale, I open my mouth, and he shoves his cock deep into the back of my throat.

I focus on relaxing, opening myself up to accept even more of him.

“That‘s right, baby,“ he praises, his tone laced with heavy lust. “Go deeper. Suck it all the way down. I want to feel your throat tightening around me. Don’t stop. You’re so fucking good at this.”

His hips thrust as he begins to rut, moving in and out with steady, deliberate movements, fucking my face. I’m surprised by how much I can take, feeling him hit the back of my throat again and again. His knot bumps against my lips, and his furry balls tickle my chin with each swing. My eyes water, my hair clings to my damp skin in a sweaty, tangled mess, and his pre-cum mixes with my saliva, dripping from the corners of my mouth. But I don’t care—none of it matters—as long as he’s happy.

“I’m so close, baby,” he warns me in a thick, strained voice.His breathing becomes ragged, and the tension in his body builds with every second.

I brace myself for the inevitable release, gently massaging his pulsing knot. Then he roars, his cock swelling inside my mouth as his cum pours down my throat. I gag and spit some of it out, unable to keep swallowing it all. His hands tighten on the back of my head, holding me in place. I do my best to keep breathing through my nose, but I end up choking just a little bit, in the most perfect way.

“Mmmm, what a good girl you are,” he commends, his cock slipping out past my lips with a wet pop.

Yet, it’s only the beginning—bless his stamina.

I’m still trying to catch my breath when he moves down my body. His grip is firm as his hands tighten around my ankles, yanking me back toward the middle of the mattress with effortless strength. My heart races as his palms glide along my legs, lifting them, his movements both commanding and reverent. My heels dig into his broad chest, seeking an anchor, as he positions himself above me.

“I love this,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire. His claws graze over my stockings, a teasing sensation that makes me shiver. “You’re so beautiful, Julia,” he murmurs, his golden gaze drinking me in as he lowers his massive body. The thick, glistening head of his cock spreads my pussy lips. Hepresses against my entrance, sending an electric thrill through me as my hips buck toward him. “So ready for me. So eager.”

But he doesn’t enter—not yet.

Instead, he palms both my tits, his claws digging into the sensitive flesh. I cry out—more in surprise than in pain—as he begins humping between my slick folds, his throbbing length gliding up and down my dripping slit. His tip brushes my swollen clit, and I moan, the sudden jolt of pleasure making my legs jerk.

He doesn’t stop, even as my heels dig deeper into his solid pecs. He grips his base in one hand and taps the head of his cock against that sweet little spot. Each slapping motion sends sparks of sensation shooting through my core.

“Oh, baby,” he taunts, his voice full of wicked satisfaction, “is that going to make your pussy cum?”

My moans grow louder, filling the chamber as he rubs himself against my aching, pulsing nub between my puffy lips at a fast and relentless pace. The friction builds to a fiery crescendo that leaves me trembling beneath him. The pressure is unbearable, and my vision blurs with stars as my eyelids grow heavy.

“Eyes on me,” he demands hoarsely. “I want you to focus on my face when I make you lose yourself so fucking hard you forget your own name.”

I try to pry my eyes open, but I can’t. Only my ass arches off the mattress, and I scream his name as I come undone. The walls of my cunt clench around nothing while the waves of pleasure keep crashing over me in a torrential flood.

His growl vibrates through his chest as he positions himself at my opening. Without waiting for my reaction, he slides inside, stretching me until I gasp sharply. His cock fills me completely, its thickness forcing my body to adjust around him.The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure.

“Fuck,” he groans, starting to move, his thrusts slow and deep. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take that cock.”

My fingers dig into the sheets, and I cry out, my walls already tightening around him again.

“I love the way you clench around me…” He retracts his hips, only to plunge into my wet cunt harder, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing around us. “So tight…”Thrust. “So greedy…”Thrust. “Keep taking me like this.”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

An orgasm explodes inside me like an earthquake making me shudder violently as bolts of lightning pierce my very soul.

Not letting me come down, he pulls out abruptly, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness as I keep contracting. I want to protest, but the attempt dies in my throat, choked off by a mewl as he leans his muzzle between my legs. His remarkable tongue flicks across my pussy, lapping wetly at my folds and paying special attention to my throbbing, overstimulated clit.

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