Wild (Wolf Ranch 2)

“Good girl. Now, where was I?” He looked me over, then settled back between my spread thighs. “Right. About. Here.”

His hands cupped my butt, and he licked me from ass to clit and back again. He was exceptional at oral. So good that he got me to the brink of coming, then stopped. He nipped the inside of my thigh or blew on my swollen flesh. Then he got his fingers involved, and I was so strung out, so over the top with need to come that I was coated in sweat. My muscles quivered. My nipples were no longer hard, but soft, plump tips. My ass had a finger in it, nice and deep. He didn’t do anything with it, just put it there, I thought, because he could.

And because I liked it. He was doing to me whatever he wanted, and I had to take it. I couldn’t move. I could only feel, and it was so much. Too much.

Tears leaked down my temples, and I couldn’t even cry out any more, only whimper. Propping up on one hand, he lifted the t-shift from my mouth. “This punishment, sweetheart? It’s not just torturing you.”

He sat back, undid his pants, pushed them down, so his dick sprung free. So large, so heavy. Today, it was darker, the veins up the length bulging, the crown almost bursting it was so swollen. Pre-cum dripped down the length as if it were a leaky faucet.

He grabbed a condom from his pocket, rolled it down his length. They had to be from the XXL box.

Reaching behind his head, he tugged off his shirt. He was so gorgeous. That body. That dick. I needed him.

“I’m going to get in you now, and you’re going to come. You’ve been waiting for my dick like a good girl.”

Leaning forward he undid the tie around one of my wrists. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard, and I don’t want you to choke. Grab the pillow. Yes, like that. Now don’t let go.”

I nodded, and he moved so his dick was right at my entrance. He didn’t linger, only painted the tip in my cream, then thrust into me in one long stroke.

My sensitive tissues opened for him, the fit snug, but that made me feel every slick inch of him. I came, just as he’d said. He hadn’t put his fingers inside my pussy, and it made me even greedier for all of him. Yet, my ass tingled because it was now empty.

I clenched as I came on a wail.

“Fuck,” he growled as he began to do just as he’d said and fucked me into the bed.

I gasped as I came, the pleasure a relief. I had no idea how long he played and punished me, taunting me with this orgasm. But now, I’d never come like this before. My inner walls rippling, trying to pull him even deeper.

The bed slammed against the wall. Colton growled as he pounded into me, our flesh slapping. He’d been so attentive, so focused on every nuance of my body. Now, he was lost. He had no rhythm or cadence to the hard pounding, only driving himself to the pleasure he’d been missing out on as well.

I gripped the pillow and had to wonder if I’d rip it, if feathers would fly around us.

I needed everything he could give. Last night had been wild. This… carnal. He’d proven that I was at his mercy, that only he could make my body writhe and sweat, come like never before. I saw stars. When he rolled his hips and ground down on my clit, I came once more, this time almost painful in the bliss.

And yet, in less than a minute, he thrust deep and growled, his head tucking into my neck as he came. I felt it, hot and never ending, filling me. He hadn’t spoken once he got inside me, except for one word.

Mine, he’d said. Over and over. And now, with his breathing ragged against my neck, he said it again. Our skin was slick and stuck together. My pussy was over-sensitive. His weight pinned me to his childhood bed. This time, when he said the word, it was with a snarl. “Mine.”

I believed him. I was ruined for all others. I could never be like this with anyone else. I couldn’t let go as I had. I couldn’t trust in such a way.

When I finally released the pillow and stroked over his heated back, his teeth grazed along my neck, his tongue licking at the skin there.

I thought he’d soften and pull out, but he didn’t. Within a minute, he pushed up onto his hands, loomed over me and began to rock into me again.

“I’m not done with you, little one.” With those words, he pulled out while holding the base of the condom, then sitting back on his heels, slipped it off, grabbed a tissue from the dresser and disposed of it. He grabbed another from his pants, put it on. How many did he carry on him?