“Breathe, sweets. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he whispered, his lips nuzzling under my ear as he started to press forward.
“Screw gentle.” This time the growl was mine, punctuated by another gasp as he slipped a half inch inside me. “Just get on with it and f**k me.”
He chuckled, the low sound masculine and dirty. “Hell yes, ma’am.”
His free hand wrapped around my thigh, thumb hooking behind my knee as he urged the leg up. With a roll of his h*ps he surged forward, upward, inward, penetrating me with one long hard shove. I keened, throwing my head back. I felt every thick inch. He pressed against my inner walls, his deeply veined shaft forcing me to accept him, to take him, until he bottomed out, balls against my ass cheeks.
My p**sy throbbed, stretched wider than…yeah, were-donkey for sure. But I didn’t care. I rode the delicious edge between pleasure and pain as I waited for my body to get used to him. Impatient for the pushy-shoving fuckmehard portion of the evening.
He didn’t ask if I was okay. Didn’t need to, his focus so totally on me, on the reactions of my body that he felt the minute relaxation that signalled I’d started to ease off. Then he moved and blew my mind.
His next thrust was hard and fast. Totally delicious. Pleasure rolled through my veins like the bubbles in soda, a madcap race of pure mayhem. Growling against my skin, he didn’t just f**k me. He took me. Claimed me. Branded me with every hard shove, every rasp of his lips against the side of my neck.
I whimpered and moaned, pinned under him as he screwed me with feral intensity. His dick filled me again and again, as though he were trying to make us one with the sheer act. I ran my hands down his back, nails digging in as I clung. He groaned, lifting his head far enough that I could see the amber in his eyes.
Heat flooded my cunt again at the expression there. Hot and possessive, a little desperate; it stroked my feminine ego and sent my arousal through the roof. I’d been waiting all my life for a man to look at me that way.
“Mine,” he panted, the sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl as he rolled his hips, impaling me with a savage gesture. “All mine.”
The heat built in my veins. A thing of hard and cruel beauty, it took no prisoners as everything in my body tightened. Shivers roamed my skin, an inferno low in my belly as he slid his arm around my waist and yanked me up as he stood until my ass barely grazed the step. Until I was held completely in his strong arms. He supported me, surrounded me, everything I needed as he f**ked me insensible.
His other hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back so his lips could claim my throat. I whimpered as his teeth scraped the tender flesh. My cunt throbbed, cl*t heavy and aching as I felt the sharp edge of an elongated canine against my neck. What would it be like to be bitten? I’d heard it was agony and ecstasy combined. Pure pleasure to pay for the loss of humanity.
Deep longing filled me. For him to bite down. To be everything he needed. To be the one he wanted enough to change.
He felt my stillness and withdrew his teeth.
“No, please.” I was past caring about begging. Past anything but the need to please him. “Do it, I want you to.”
“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” he promised, kissing my neck and rolling his h*ps to mash his pelvis against mine. The scream burst from my throat before I could stop it, pleasure bursting outwards as the movement trapped my cl*t between us, massaging the small bundle of nerves. He swore, my name on his lips as I clamped down around his cock, strong vag**al muscles holding him tight where he was buried inside me.
He growled, snarling against my throat as he redoubled his efforts. His hard, large body wrapped around mine, holding me still and somehow managing to power into me at the same time. I loved it, wanted more…needed more. Needed everything.
Then everything became too much. Too much pressure, too much sensation. I froze, feeling the abyss open beneath me. That spilt second before coming where I danced on the very edge of utter pleasure.
He felt it, paused with just the head of his c*ck inside me and pulled back to look deep into my eyes. Honesty warred with carnal need. “Marry me.”
Heat and something else slammed into me as I bit my lip. Not waiting for an answer he thrust home.
“Yes…god, yes.”
I screamed, his name rebounding off the walls, and he snarled in answer. All pretence of civility disappeared as I came hard around him. My p**sy clamped around the thick c*ck buried deep inside me, milking him in rhythmic waves. His thrusts became harder, stronger, more feral. Solid thrusts that I welcomed as heat and sheer ecstasy made a playground of my body.
He stumbled forward, shielding me with the cradle of his arms as we dropped back onto the steps. Two heavy thrusts followed, ones I felt from the top of my head right the way down to where my toes curled. His c*ck jerked within me as his movements faltered.
He pulled back, caught my gaze and I watched as he came apart. His nostrils flared, heat and darkness chasing the amber from his eyes as they unfocused. He threw his head back. Roared. The cords stood out in his neck, every muscle and tendon taut as he rammed himself deep, his c*ck pulsing as he came hard and fast.
We stayed locked, each tiny movement enough to set off a cascade of pleasure until the waves became small ebbs and flows. Slowly he adjusted his hold, his arm hard around the back of my h*ps to hold me in place as he turned over, planted his ass on the step and settled me carefully into his lap. I went easily, still boneless with bliss. His fingers slid gently through my loose hair. I murmured in contentment as I rested against his shoulder, my eyes closed. If there was a heaven on earth, I’d found it.
“No sleeping on me yet, sexy.” His voice was low, but full of passion and promise. “I’ve got a bucket list of dirty things I want to do to you, with you…have you do to me. Then when you’re totally worn out, I’ll ask that question again.”
I didn’t need to know what question he meant. The proposal hung between us as I tried to figure out if he meant it, or whether it had been a heat of the moment thing. His lips nuzzled my temple.
“But be warned, I’ll keep asking it until you say yes. I told you before, I’m a wolf. And we always get what we want in the end.”
I smiled, not bothering to answer. He was a wolf, stubborn and tenacious…there was no question of what my answer would be. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy his ‘persuasion’.
And I planned to. A lot.
The End