Page 51 of Ice Wolf
I was vaguely aware he’d risen to his feet, now staring down at me with the most intense look in his eyes. He didn’t say a word as he unfastened his belt, nor did he blink as he rolled down the zipper.
Somehow, I was able to ease onto my forearms, observing every insanely intense moment as he pressed the edges of his pantsaside, slowly slipping them past his hipbones until I was finally able to see exactly where the incredible deep V ended.
Holy mother of God. The man was huge. Gargantuan. I had no idea how he’d fit inside, but I was willing to give it a try. It was just another mouthwatering moment.
His smile was entirely different, carrying an emotion I couldn’t explain, but as he peeled off his pants, tossing them aside, there was no crushing the rugged moan escaping my lips.
He rolled his fingers down his chest and stepped between my legs once again. Lord, I wanted to reach out for him.
His hands were planted on either side of me and very slowly he lowered his head until our lips were able to brush together. “Satisfied, Lily?”
“No. Not by a longshot.”
“Then what do you want?” He breathed the question as he rubbed his lips back and forth.
“You.”
“How so?” He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth.
I rubbed one hand down his chest, marveling in the feel of his tight abs before sliding my hand between his legs. The moment I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft I gasped. My fingers barely touched. I managed to stroke him a few times and when he nuzzled against my ear, I could feel myself melting again. There was no doubt what I craved.
“Your cock.”
“Where do you want it?”
The answer surprised both of us. “Everywhere.”
His smile was sly. “My. Aren’t you greedy. Then you’ll have everything you want, but first, I need to fuck you. Do you want me to do that, Lily? To fuck you long and hard like you deserve?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“As my father once told me. Be careful what you ask for.”
“Highly overused and speculative,” I whispered.
He laughed in response and gathered me into his arms. For whatever the reason I thought he’d take me into the bedroom, I was dead wrong. The man pressed me up against the kitchen wall, forcing one leg around his hip then the other. With his full weight pressed against me, I was locked into the moment.
There was no turning back.
Not that I wanted to.
The sinful act might cause me to burn in hell, but what a way to go.
I slid my hand between us, managing to slip the tip of his swollen cock against my slickened folds. I was still reeling from the amazing orgasm, my pussy convulsing.
As I’d experienced before, he wasn’t in the mood to wait for niceties or words spoken between us. Nor was he interested in hearing my approval.
He thrust the entire length inside and I threw my arms around his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, Lily flower. I won’t let you fall.” He jutted his hips forward, rolling onto the balls of his feet and changing the angle.
Being lost in a man was a new experience. Being under his control was exciting. He slowly eased his head back, staring up at the same spot on the ceiling as I’d done before. The veins in his neck pulsed in time to the rapid beating of my heart.
I could hear his heart thudding against his chest and it was as sexy as anything I’d ever heard before.
His exhale was deep, the tattoos on his arms flexing as he stretched his muscles.
When he pulled out, he held the tip just inside, once again looking me directly in the eyes. “You are so tight. So fucking tight.”
