Fierce (Wolf Ranch 5)

My knees were clamped around his ears, and my body was tense from the pleasure. I was hot all over, my skin coated in sweat. And all he’d done was put his mouth on me. He hadn’t even touched me with anything else yet.

He pushed himself up on his hands. I blinked, watching his talented tongue as he licked his lips. I wanted to touch him, to put my fingers in his hair and tug him down for a kiss. But all I got when I moved my wrists was restraint. I couldn’t do anything.

Levi had me completely at his mercy.

“That was one.”

“One?” I asked, my voice breathless.

“You don’t think I’m done yet, do you?”

I shook my head.

His hand cupped my pussy, and I hissed, my clit sensitive. I was wet, and he stroked over me, spreading my wetness, then sliding his fingers into me. I writhed and moaned as he worked me but was thankful when he set his hand by my head, so he loomed over then kissed me.

I tasted myself on his tongue, but I wanted the kiss. Needed it. I was going to come again, and I couldn’t stop it. After his exploring on other times we’d had sex, he’d found my g-spot and honed in on it now. It was like a turbo button for my arousal. Stroking it with his fingers pushed me to come faster and more intensely than I ever imagined.

When I came this time, there was no sound, but it was powerful nonetheless.

“Levi, please.”

“Ah, begging. I love it.”

The fucker.

But I felt his dick, hard and thick against my thigh, knew that he wanted in me as much as I wanted him to be there. He was holding off. Waiting. Dare I say he was playing with me? But he wasn’t doing it as a taunt. No. He was doing it because he liked giving me pleasure. The handcuffs ensured he could do that without me distracting him or changing his mind. I was trying to now with the begging.

He reached for the side table and the thinning stash of condoms. I watched as he slid one down the thick length of him, readying himself.

With a hand on my hip, he rolled me over slowly, careful to make sure my wrists were fine in the cuffs as I settled on my stomach. Then he helped me to my knees, ass up, head down.

With my arms stretched taut over my head and my breasts pressed into the mattress, there was only one place he could play. My pussy.

I gasped though, when his hand came down in a gentle swat. His palm cupped the sting away. It was when his finger slipped between the seam of my ass to touch my back entrance did I startle. I’d been wrong. Naive. There was more than one place he could play. And I was still a virgin there.

“Shh,” he crooned, his thumb brushing over me there with the lightest of caresses. “I’m not taking you here… tonight.”

When his hand moved away, I relaxed back into the bed, but realized it had felt good to be touched… there. I never knew. I knew people did it, but I’d never thought I’d be one to like it.

Why should I be surprised though? Everything Levi did with me I liked. I trusted him with my body. Hell, I was handcuffed to the bed and—

“Ah!” I hissed as he slipped into me in one long, smooth stroke. Bottoming out, his thighs pressed against mine.

His hand slid down my spine in a soothing caress.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted. “Each time, it’s like the first. It’s never enough.”

His strokes became harder. Impossibly deeper.

All I could do was hang on.

His hands gripped my hips, held me in place.

“Levi!” I cried, needing more.

Somehow he knew what that meant because I didn’t. He was fucking me hard. Fast, his hips like a piston. How could I need more?

His hand slipped around beneath me and circled where we were joined, then used that wetness to coat my clit, to circle it lightly with his fingers. Then pinch it.

I came, tossing my head back. The groan that tore from me was almost primitive, the pleasure so intense. Colors danced behind my eyelids, and I rode it out. Levi didn’t stop his rough taking of me, but I felt his rhythm change. He was losing control.

Once, twice and he literally growled as he came in me, buried deep.

A kiss landed on my sweaty shoulder. A lick. Even a little nip with his teeth.

When he pulled out, I slumped onto the bed. Done for.

I felt him return and release my wrists from the cuffs. He pulled me into his arms, snuggled me against him, and I slept. Safe. My mind only thinking of the arms that held me. That my own bed was too far away across the hall.