Page 90 of The Wolf

“Keep moving, baby. Grind against me.”

I do everything he asks of me, pushing back against him, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Italmostdoesn’t hurt anymore.

“Just like that,” he groans, panting and drooling above me. “Fuck, you feel so good when you lose control.”

His eyes are laser-focused on the spot where we connect as he watches himself disappear inside my tender asshole. Then I notice a slight shift, and he glances over at the slit of my cunt, my lips swollen and puffy, my arousal blended with his cum seeping out of me.

Immediately, he gets distracted. “Damn, that pussy is so fat and juicy.”

He cups his hand over it, rubbing back and forth along my raw flesh. My erect clit is squeezed between his fingers, throbbing at the friction. All while his cock keeps hitting my G-spot from the back channel at the perfect angle. The pleasure overtakes me, and I squirt again in an abrupt, uncontrolled spurt.

“Too much,” I mewl, trying to pull his hand away, but it’s useless. His grip is strong, holding me in place, as he continues to stimulate me. “Alex, I can’t!”

“Take it,” he growls, his voice rough and insistent. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Then it hits me. He wants to leave me numb with continuous orgasms so he can push his knot inside me.

I panic instantly. “No. It’s not going to work!” My ass clenches so tightly that he gets pushed out.

“Not with that attitude, it won’t,” he challenges. His joking tone is a subtle reminder that he’s in full control of himself and won’t ever do anything to hurt me. “You can do it. Just relax and enjoy this for me.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He leans over me, his tongue gliding across the seam of my mouth, begging to be let in.

I allow it, parting my lips slightly, and his tongue slips inside, tasting me with slow, deliberate strokes. The kiss deepens as his hands find their way to my face, cupping it gently yet firmly. My body shivers when the urgency grows. But there’s also tenderness, a quiet need that sends a thrill through me, and I lose myself in the sensation of him.

“Yes,” I say confidently once we part. “Get back in there.”

We both laugh, but it’s short-lived, quickly replaced by feral hunger.

He lines himself up with my entrance, his claws gripping my thighs as he pushes inside. This time, there’s no teasing. He thrusts deep, hard, claiming me completely. I cry out, my body arching, my nails digging into his furry biceps as he moves. The bed shakes beneath us, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

“You’re mine,” he growls possessively. He leans down, his gigantic body pressing me into the mattress as his mouth finds my neck. His fangs graze my skin teasingly, tongue tasting the sheen of sweat on my skin, and my breath catches. “Mine,” he repeats, his raw voice reverberating through me as he thrusts harder. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice trembling.

He roars, pleased but not satisfied. His teeth sink into my jugular, holding me in place as he drives deeper. “Say it louder.”

“I’m yours!” I cry, my body tightening around him as another wave of pleasure builds, ready to tip me over and shatter beneath his strength.

The words spur him on, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate, erratic even. He grips my hips, pulling me closer, driving deeper until I can feel him everywhere. The sensations are almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re taking all of me, sweet girl. And you’re so fucking flawless,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of admiration. His breath brushes against my ear as he presses closer, and his heat surrounds me. “I love how your tight, little body welcomes me in,” he continues, his claws tracing along my skin, sending electric currents through me. “Feel the way it’s stretching, opening up just for me. Let yourself feel everything. I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.”

His words are a soothing caress, vibrating through me like a low hum, anchoring me in the moment. I feel every inch of hiscock filling me, together with a lot of delicious pressure as his knot presses against my entrance. It’s almost too much to bear.

Ah, but why does it hurt so good?

I squeeze my eyes shut, arching into him, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Look back at me and watch me claim you,” he commands, his voice rough with desire, each word like a burning brand on my skin. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when you fall apart for me.” His grip tightens, and I feel a surge of heat rushing through me as I fight to hold my gaze on him. “I know it feels intense, baby, but you can take it,” he reassures me. “Let go and allow me to fill you completely.”

The air between us feels thick with tension, and the sound of our breaths mingles with the rapid rhythm of our bodies moving in sync, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin.

“It’s okay if it feels overwhelming. Just focus on me. I’ll guide you through it.”

“God, Alex!” I choke out, overstimulated by everything, and I know I’m going to burst any second now.

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