Page 126 of Conner's Luna

I press another finger into her and she comes alive, grabbing onto me, holding herself aloft so she can use my hand to get herself off. I turn and place my back against a tree, refusing to let her delicate skin rub on the rough bark.

"Conner, I love you," she says fiercely. This time, she kisses me, and I lose it.

Bucking my hips, I shrug my pants down, freeing my cock. It springs up and smacks against her pussy, making her cry out in frustration.

"Please, Conner," she begs, tugging at my hair.

"Yeah, honeygirl. I love you. Give me a-" I pull my fingers out, ignoring her cry of dismay, and shove her shorts and panties to the side. Shifting, I aim my cock at her sweet hole and press. She's so tight, my dick springs away, making my wolf snarl and thrash inside my head in rage at being denied. I realign, and the tip starts to slip in, but Bailey's soft cries and flexing hips make it slide out again.

"Shit, fuck! I have to be in you, baby. Please, let me in," I growl out. "Just the tip, yeah? I'll be real gentle with that tight, virgin hole. Just a little ride for my honeygirl. A small fuck," I promise everything I can't fulfill.

"Oh, hell no," Bailey gasps out. For a split second, I think she's denying me and want to howl in frustration. Then, her slim fingers wrap around my cock and she guides me into her as her body sinks down.

"Fuck," my knees buckle as her tight pussy opens up, just enough to let about two inches sink into her. "Tight," I grunt. "Ride me, baby. You take what you want. Give that pussy everything."

"OK," Bailey whimpers. "This is... first times aren't usually pleasurable for women but-"

"Statistics later, honeygirl," I growl. "Right now your job is to fuck that cock into your sweet little honeypot, got me?"

"Yes sir," she murmurs, her eyes flaring on me.

I grasp both her hips in my hands and help her rut me. Locking my knees, I make sure my thighs can support her so that she can concentrate on bouncing on my dick.

I look down and nearly collapse at the beautiful sight of my cock shuttling in and out of her. She nearly has all of me, but not every inch. She's a fucking pro at fucking. Of course, she is. She's good at everything.

"Conner," Bailey gasps, her hands raking my shoulders, my back. "More."

"Ask me nicely," I grunt. "I begged, now it's your turn."

"Please, Conner? Fuck me," she husks out.

Her t-shirt rubs against my chest and I snarl before rearing back and tearing it from her body. With my claws. I reign them back in, my wolf snarling and growling at the tiny interruption to our rut.

"Fuck!" I snarl loudly, animalistic and needy. My canines cut into my lips, mating venom dripping. Reaching up, I have just enough presence of mind to grab a small branch and break it off, shoving it between my teeth to prevent the Mark that hovers just out of reach.

Growling, snarling, my wolf and I fuck our female. She helps, her body undulating in ways that make my tongue swell in my mouth against the branch. I creaks, and breaks, but I don't spit it out. I'm clamping onto the stick like it's a lifeline as I grasp my female's hips and help steady her. When I think I can control myself, I punch my hips upward, bringing her down, once, twice, three times.

Bailey screams into the night as we make her ours. We watch, intently, not willing to miss a moment, as our honeygirl comes apart in our arms with a sob. It triggers our own release. Bucking our hips, I let Bailey's pussy take an extra inch. Not too much, just enough that I know I planted my cum deep. I won't hurt Bailey, even when my own orgasm washes over me, making my eyesight go hazy for a moment and my thighs shake.

I let my knees unlock as Bailey quivers and cries in my arms from her orgasm. Taking a few slow, deep breaths, I kick off my sweatpants and start to walk again. As I do, I adjust her panties and shorts to be more comfortable for her.

Bailey picks her head up from my shoulder and stares at me in astonishment. I just smile at her and kiss her face. I can finally spit out the stick. "Need a bed," I grunt out my explanation.

She looks around with an almost bewildered expression. "I think, statistically, losing your virginity in that particular position is almost negligible. You're strength and..."

"We'll never be able to test that, baby," I murmur, so fucking proud of myself that I can't help but gloat a little. "We could keep track of all our positions, yeah, but there's only one first time."

She blinks at me before her lips curl up at the edges. "Conner..." she starts to say.

I won't listen to her fears again. Scratch that, I'll listen, but I won't let this amazing creature think she's anything but perfect for another second.

"We have a lot of shit to talk about," I say. "One thing you need to know is that alpha wolves can scent witches and magic. You don't smell of magic, babygirl. And even if you did, I didn't fall in love with you because of your voice. Two, we need to talk shop about babies. I assume you want to graduate first?"

"What?" the worry in her face melts away. Indignation replaces it. "Yes, Conner," she says sarcastically, "I would prefer to not be a teen pregnancy statistic."

"Hmm. You on the pill, honeygirl? 'Cause my cum is dripping out of that tight pussy all over us."

"Oh, God."

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