Wild (Wolf Ranch 2)

“P-please,” I gasped, dropping to my forearms. I rubbed my aching nipples over the sheets.

He slapped a little harder. “What do you need, little girl?”

“I want you in me,” I pleaded, then bit my lip. I was close to coming just from this alone.

His chuckle was dark. “That’s where I wanna be, too, sweetness.” He slid his fingers through my slick folds making me moan, then gave another spank.

I watched over my shoulder as he freed his sizable erection. Oh. My. God.

“Like what you see?” he asked, gripping the base in a tight fist and stroking. He was thick and long, the broad head an angry color. Pre-cum beaded at the slit at the top, and I licked my lips.

Shit. Would that fit? Could I take all those inches? He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on. And on. And on.

Should I warn him how tight I’d be? No, I wouldn’t want him to know how inexperienced I was. I feared he’d be the type who’d think he was taking advantage of my innocence although after the way he ate me out, I wasn’t all that innocent any longer.

My pussy clenched. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. After all, I’d used my vibe recently, and I was wet enough to get him to slide in.

He dragged the head of his cock through my swollen folds, and I moaned at the gratification.

Yes. This was exactly what I needed.

No matter how big he was.

He gathered my wet hair in his fist and used it to lift and turn my head. “I wanna see your face, sweetness. You keep it turned like that so I can watch you take every inch.”

Oh, dayum. He could dirty-talk.

With his other hand, he slapped my ass.

“Ohh,” I moaned, clenching down, then sighing as the heat spread.

He pushed the tip in. I gulped at how he was opening me up. Wow. Yep, he was big. But it also felt so right. Like delicious satisfaction. I arched and pushed my hips back to work him in deeper.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you? It’s a snug fit, though. I’m gonna go slow to start, sweetness.” He eased in another inch, then retreated.

I let out a moan with my exhale. So good. My walls rippled, adjusting to taking so much. My vibrator had nothing on this monster.

Colton let out a groan of his own when he plowed a little deeper. He reached down and brushed some hair back from my face. “I’m gonna pound you so hard when I finally get in.”

His words caused me to shove back and take him deeper.

He cursed and gripped my hips with both hands, plunging in the rest of the way.

I gasped, my eyes momentarily rolling back in my head with pleasure as he bottomed out. “Oh!”

He stayed where he was, seated to the hilt and gave a slow roll of his hips. I felt the brush of his pants against my hot bottom, and the idea that I was completely bare while he wasn’t was so fucking hot. As if he couldn’t wait another second to strip before he got inside me.

“Mmm.”

He eased out and in with micro-pumps, bumping my ass with his loins each time, his balls tapping my clit. “Oh God,” I moaned.

He slowed but increased the range. Not full strokes, but half-strokes.

I fisted the bedcovers and pushed back, spread my knees more, hollowed my back.

He leaned over me, setting his hands beside my head, so he could kiss along my spine. “You are just the tastiest little hu—woman,” he growled approvingly. “You like taking my big cock?”

“God, yes.”

He pushed back up, gripped her hips and thrust hard.

My inner thighs already trembled. My brain power took a nose-dive. I surrendered, letting sensation take over. The feeling of his cock filling me, stretching me. His fingers digging in. The sound of his ragged breath and my own cries and gasps. The nudge of his thighs against mine, the tickle of his hairs against my skin. His scent—clean and masculine. And, of course, the tang of sex.

“You want it harder?” Colton rasped.

“Yes.”

The answer to every question of his would be yes. As long as he was offering more.

He plunged in harder, nearly sending my head into the headboard. He caught my shoulder and braced me for his thrusts, jackhammering into me. It was good. So good.

Like one hundred times better than my favorite-chocolate-mousse-cake good.

Stars danced before my eyes. I was hurtling toward a finish when he slowed down and pulled out.

“No,” I whimpered. “Colton, please.”

He flipped me over and pulled my ankles up over his shoulders. He was so big my butt was off the bed. I could do nothing but take what he gave me, which was every hard inch. When he entered me in this position, I nearly screamed. His thrusts were even more intense. So good.