Teacher's Pet Wolf

A tortured laugh rumbles from him. “As soon as I get into you, I’m gonna bounce those pretty tits right out of that dress.”

Rough and hard. God, I want that. But I also want to drive him absolutely crazy. “I think we should see how long you can fuck me without it falling down.”

His gaze rips away from my breasts and burns into mine. And I knew he was strong. One look at him, and I knew it. But how strong, I never imagined, as he grips my thighs in his giant hands and spreads me wide, pinning me to the wall. Then he holds me up like that, his muscles not even straining, all of his tension in the need crackling between us—and in the effort of his restraint. As if he’s already thinking of fucking me, of ravishing me against this wall, because I’m spread open and so greedy for it. But instead he maintains rigid self-control.

“You take hold of what’s yours, Miss Simmons.” Gold flames dance in his eyes, his voice pure dark smoke. “And teach my cock where it’s meant to be.”

Inside me. His shaft is a hot, throbbing weight that I can’t close my fingers around. His breath hisses through his teeth as I guide him to my molten center, slipping his broad crown through my sensitive folds before lodging him against my entrance.

“That’s it, baby.” He widens his stance, as if bracing his booted feet in preparation to drive up into me. “Now you hang onto me and I’ll take us the rest of the way.”

Shaking with need, I wreathe my arms around his neck. The movement tugs at the straps of my dress but the bodice doesn’t slip yet, and I don’t look down. Only up into his eyes as Ranger slowly presses into me.

And he’s big. Big big big. It doesn’t hurt—at least not in the way I usually think of hurt. There’s no sharp pain. Only a dull, burning ache that moves deeper and deeper, discomfort bleeding through the pleasure. I arch my back, tilting my hips to ease the pressure, unable to stop the whine in my throat.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” Ranger’s open mouth moves against mine, not kissing but breathing hard, his chest heaving. “But I’ll be in you so often, your cunt’ll get used to taking me. And you feel so damn good on my cock. Holy fuck.”

His head falls back, the muscles of his throat working convulsively as his massive length slides deeper. Then deeper. His groan echoes off the ceiling when he settles fully into the open cradle of my splayed thighs.

“Every inch.” His voice is hoarse with disbelief. He groans again and pushes against me, rocking me gently into the wall with my pussy crammed full. Sensation swirls through my tautly stretched flesh, the ache easing and sweetening, the burn flickering from discomfort to pleasure. “Every fucking inch. Like you were made for me, baby. Or I was made for you. You all right?”

All right? I’m pinned against a wall by Ranger’s enormous cock, and he just groaned like my pussy was the best thing that ever happened to him.

“I’m good.” So good. Biting my lip, I try to tilt my hips again, but the weight of him holding me to the wall has me locked down tight, and I only manage to squirm a little. Yet by the way his chest expands like a bellows and his grip on my thighs tightens, that small movement charged through him like a wildfire.

“Don’t move,” he growls. “Don’t let that dress slip down, or I’ll fuck you deep and hard.”

Oh god. Is this a choice? Because I want him deep and hard. But I also want to push him right to the edge.

I go still.

Ranger gives a tortured groan like I made the wrong decision. Oh, but it’s the right one. It’s so right. Because he presses his forehead to mine again, has me impaled on his cock and hasn’t even kissed me yet, but suddenly the world narrows down to the space between us, filled with the intimacy of mingled breaths and shared months of waiting.

“Ranger,” I whisper.

“I know, baby.” With a roll of his hips, he grinds me into the wall, his heavy thickness massaging the full length of my channel, making pleasure bloom deep inside me. “You want it all right now, yeah? Every goddamn thing we’ve been imagining. Everything we’ve been needing. We’ll do it all. And so much more. We’ve got time.”

Not enough. So I don’t want to wait another second. “Please,” I beg, threading my fingers into his thick hair at his nape, trying to pull myself closer to him. “Now.”

“All right, then.” Softly he nips my bottom lip, teasing. “You demand, I obey. And we’ll take it slow and easy so that dress doesn’t fall. Ah, Christ help me, I can barely make myself pull out.”