Page 89 of The Wolf

“Oh, my God!” I moan, gripping fistfuls of his fur, my body trembling violently. “Yes, that’s it. Don’t stop!”

He’s relentless, devouring me, and his hums vibrate against my swollen, hypersensitive flesh. I scream again as another climax builds and reaches the peak, crashing over me in an uncontrollable wave. My release gushes out, and he growls in approval, drinking me in like I’m his only sustenance.

Then his claws dig into the backs of my thighs, and he folds my legs up, pinning me in place. My knees are pushed to my chest, my ass lifted completely off the mattress and on full display. His golden eyes roam over me, dark with hunger.

“What a perfect view,” he rasps, his voice rough with desire. “Mmmm, that tight little virgin ass is driving me crazy. I want to watch you take all of me, feel your grip around every inch.”

I barely have time to inhale before his tongue finds my other hole, hot and wet, and I gasp. As his sexy growls ripple across the cheeks of my ass, he teases me in slow circles until the tightness in my muscles lets go. He pushes past my entrance and sinks deep inside. The sensation is so intense that it quickly overwhelms me. But his tongue is tireless and persistent, pushing and pulling in the most perfect massage, tasting every inch. I can hardly breathe as he ravishes me, getting me all lathered up in preparation.

Once he pulls back the final time, I’m already winded and my body squirms under him. He straightens, his frame immense, and his heat radiates against me, even through the tension and fear that creep through my body. His cock, heavy and pulsing, slides between my cheeks and slips back inside my pussy. I welcome him with a surprised but excited moan as he rams deep inside me.

Just seconds later, I'm ruined again, coming around him and pulling him right there with me. He shoots hot wads of his thick seed past my cervix, roaring in ecstasy and flexing his spine above me.

Still panting, he withdraws with a wet, squishy sound as my tightened cunt unwillingly lets him out. Not wasting any more time, he lines the dripping tip of his cock, fully saturated with both our releases, with my asshole. And his intensity grounds me as I brace for what's to come.

“You want this, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and teasing as he rubs his cockhead against my tight entrance—the pressure alone is making me wail. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I croak, my voice trembling with desperation. “I need you, please. Take me. Claim me. I need all of you.”

“And you’re ready for me, yes?”

“Yes,” I respond surely, yet my ass clenches instinctively.

But I am ready. Over the past few days, we’ve been playing with the vibrator, giving me time to adjust and get used to being stretched. Of course, it’s nothing compared to Alex’s size, which still intimidates me a little… maybe even terrifies me. But I know how badly he wants this… and I want it, too. I’m ready.

“Relax, darling,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing. “It’s only going to hurt for a little bit. I‘m going to make this worth it, I promise.”

Nodding, I take a shaky inhale, and he pushes inside slowly past the cockhead. The pressure is so intense that I get all funny and dizzy, but his soothing words keep me grounded.

“Breathe for me, baby. Give me that sweet virgin hole. Let me stretch you open inch by inch. You’re doing so good.”

I force myself to relax, and something gives as I accept another couple of inches of him.

“That’s it. Nice and slow.” His voice is thick with approval. “You’re making me so proud, sweetheart. Just a little bit more.”

I loosen up further, and a few more inches slide inside me, though the stinging burn from the impossible stretch remains.

“Yes, you’re taking me so damn well. We’re almost there. Just a tiny bit more, okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint as he grips my flesh tighter, steadying me.

Finally, I feel the swell of his knot resting flush against the cheeks of my ass, and he stills for a moment, letting me adjust. His breathing is heavy, his hands firm but gentle as they trace soothing circles over my skin.

“How’s that?” he asks, his gaze locking onto mine with a fierce passion that makes my heart race.

“Good,” I manage, my voice shaky but certain.

“Yeah? Feels good?” he growls, his tone shifting to something darker, more possessive. “That’s me,” he continues, his words low and calculated, “buried deep inside your ass, stretching you wide, filling you completely.”

His claws rake along my inner thighs as he leans forward, his tongue finding my nipple. A shudder courses through me as his teeth graze my tightened-up areola.

“I own you, Julia,” he growls again, his fingers firm on my thighs as he spreads my legs wider, pushing my knees into the mattress on either side of me. “Every part of you.”

His words stir a deep ache in my chest, blooming with the sheer worship in his tone. It’s more than lust—it’s love. Raw and all-consuming. The kind that makes you go wild. Even as he takes my body in the most primal way, I’ve never felt so treasured. It makes me want to give him everything. To submit to his power.

Then he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, rougher, as my body yields to him entirely.

“Look at you,” he praises. “Opening up for me so perfectly, giving me everything. You’re all mine.”

His thrusts grow more relentless, each one driving deeper, harder, until I’m reduced to a trembling, moaning mess beneath him. The stretch is nearly too much, his thick cock pushing my body to its limits, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns out everything else. I grip the sheets tighter, my nails digging into the fabric, my back arching as his hips slam against mine.

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