My legs thrash beneath him. I’m desperate. It’s too intense. I push his head away. “Wait,” I cry hoarsely.
I’m reassured by his compliance. He stops immediately and lifts his head, studying my face. “You’re scared,” he says. Not a question.
My face grows hot. “I don’t know. Yes. Maybe.”
“But you like it. I can taste your nectar, Pink. Just let go. Take your reward. I promise it will be good.” He reaches up and pinches one nipple through my dress fabric and bra, then slaps the side of my breast. He repeats the action with the other side.
My mouth falls open in shock, but my pussy pulses with total glee.
And I don’t protest when he dips his head again to return to pleasuring me.
Cole
I don’t know how I’m keeping my wolf in check. She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Face flushed, dark hair fanned out around her head like a storm, eyes wild and glassy. She tastes like all my fantasies rolled into one and I can’t fucking wait to watch her go off.
She’s fighting it, though.
I lift my head and rub her clit with my thumb. “Do you make yourself come, Pink?”
She shakes her head. “N-not really. But I did… after—”
I raise my brows in question.
“After you kissed me.”
Satisfaction explodes through me.
“Oh, babygirl. I fucked my hand so hard that night I almost broke my dick off.”
She’s shocked, which I love. I guess I have a bit of the sadist in me. I never knew. Or maybe it’s just for her. Just for Pink. Because she took all my hate and twisted it around into something sexual. Something painful but beautiful.
Fuck, spanking her was like finding the meaning of life.
I’ve never felt so powerful. Not in a mean way, either. It was fucking ecstasy. The scent of her arousal filling my nostrils while she made those surprised cries of pain. The fact that she fucking let me spank her like that—that she liked it.
And somehow playing that role helps me keep my head. The raging hormones of a teen wolf don’t drive me the way they have with other girls. Oh, I definitely want her—to a degree that is painful—but I have the reins on my lust. Bailey turned control over to me, so I can’t fuck it up. I have to keep my head.
“How did you make yourself come? What did you do?” I explore her tight entrance, screw my index finger into her channel while I keep tapping and rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She rolls her head from side to side. “I… um… I used my hand.”
“Where were you, babygirl? In the shower? On your bed?”
“On my bed,” she gasps, arching into my hand. “On my stomach.”
I smile at the secret she shared. “Humping your hand?”
“Yeah,” she gasps.
I pull my index finger out and work my thumb in, instead. “When I say it’s time, Pink, you’re going to let go and come. Can you do that for me?”
She nods quickly, like she’s eager to comply. “I-I’ll try.”
“Good girl.” I get my thumb fully seated and mold the rest of my hand over her mound, so I can put pressure on her clit. Then I start slowly fucking her with my thickest digit. She’s tighter than a fist.
She moans low and soft.
I pump it faster.
Her ass squeezes, belly shudders on a breath. “Cole,” she whines.
“Come, Bailey,” I snarl, my own need starting to making my vision dome. “You’re going to fucking come when I tell you to, and you’re going to scream my name.”
She comes before I can tell her again. It’s glorious. Her muscles seize and tighten around my thumb in quick pulses as her knees press in on my shoulders.
I barely wait until she’s done and then I’m up on my knees, pulling my cock out and fisting it.
For a moment, she’s too blissed out to know what I’m doing. Then she freaks out.
“Cole!” she gasps, pushing up to her elbows and staring at the purple head of my dick. I abuse it with my fist, jerking hard. It’s only going to take me thirty seconds to blow. “I-I’m not ready for that—”
“Chill, Pink,” I snarl. I know what she thinks. That I have my cock out because I want to fuck her with it.
And yeah, I do.
But I’m not going to. I wouldn’t push a girl too far. And I’m pissed at her for thinking I’m that much of a dick, even though I know I’ve given her no reason to believe differently.
“You think I don't know what you're ready for?”
She watches me, eyes still wide.
“I’m fucking my hand, that’s all. Pull your dress up higher,” I order her. “Show me your tits.”
She relaxes, a seductive smile spreading over her face and pulls her mini dress up over her breasts, showing me her sweet little pink bra.