He grips my hair even tighter, pushes and pulls my head with brutal force. I hear the frustration in his voice, the anger. The desperation.
“I wanted to put you on your knees and stuff your mouth with my cock every fucking night. I wanted to stuff your ass with my cock.”
His words shock me as much as they turn me on. If I hadn’t seen the other side of Cole yet, I’d be afraid right now, but I’m sure of him. He doesn’t push even though he talks a mean game.
“I smell your arousal, baby. You can’t hide shit from a wolf. Every time you get turned on, I know it. Right now, you’re dripping for me.”
I moan around his cock again and he growls, his jerks becoming erratic. He pulls me off just before he comes, pumping his cock with his own hand as he spurts all over himself.
“Fuck, Bailey. That mouth is insane.” He grabs the top sheet and quickly mops up the mess. “Now I want that ass right here.” He points to his lap with his cockiest grin.
I’m flushed with heat and beyond excited, but I guess I’m feeling ornery, too. “Make me,” I taunt.
He chuckles. “Easy.” And it is easy for him. One tug and I’m over his lap. He pins both my wrists behind my back and spanks me ten times fast.
I whimper because it was a little more than what I bargained for.
Cole puts his fingers between my legs and strokes slowly over my soaking folds. “You like to feel my strength, Pink? Or do you even realize how much stronger shifters are than humans?”
It hadn’t fully sunk in until that moment, but I suddenly remember every time he’s lifted me and carried me with zero effort.
And yeah. It does turn me on.
“That’s why sports are so big at Wolf Ridge!” I exclaim, just realizing it, and he laughs.
“That’s why, baby. We have to hold back and pretend to lose half the time.”
I want to ruminate more about that, but Cole starts spanking me again, another set of ten that sets my ass on fire. “You’re serious about this spanking,” I gasp when he finishes.
He chuckles and kneads my ass. “Definitely. This ass was made for spanking, Bails. And I was made to spank it.”
He slides two fingers into me. I’m definitely still a little sore, but it also feels wonderful. I hike my hips up to take him deeper. Of course he has to go for my asshole then too. He pushes the little button, making me clench and squeeze. He removes his fingers and starts spanking me again. My ass is hot now. Tingling. Definitely smarting, but the pain only amps up my desire. He continues with this game, finger-fucking me, then spanking for two more rounds, until I’m wriggling and moaning over his lap. I want him to finish me now. Make me come.
“Cole,” I plead. “I want you inside me.”
He slaps me extra hard. “Oh yeah?” His voice has that thick, raspy quality that tells me he’s losing control, too.
“Only place you’re going to take my cock is in that ass. Are you ready for that, pretty girl?”
Um…
How would I know? Yesterday I didn’t know how to give a blowjob or what it’s like having my cherry popped. Maybe I should get all my firsts over at once. Give them all to Cole Muchmore. Hasn’t he proven himself worthy of them?
“Okay.” My voice quakes.
“Yeah?” Cole sound surprised, but he springs instantly into action. He lifts me off him and arranges me in the center of the bed with two pillows under my hips. And that’s when he begins the worship of my ass. Squeezing it, rubbing, pulling my cheeks apart and licking my anus. He fingers me while he licks my ass. He spanks me. He spanks my pussy!
I’m breathing hard, rolling my hips from side to side, humping the pillows. Cole dribbles lube between my cheeks and rubs it around my asshole. He pushes until one of his fingers, maybe his thumb, breaches the tight ring and enters me. I moan. It’s intense.
And embarrassing!
I reach between my legs and find my clit.
“That’s it, Pink. You pleasure your pussy, and I’ll take your ass.”
I moan my agreement. Gradually I get used to the sensation of having his digit inside me, filling and stretching me. Just when I’m starting to really enjoy it, though, he removes it.
I heard the slick of more lube rubbing over flesh, probably his cock, and he pushes at my entrance.
I whine and squeeze my eyes closed.
“Bailey, take it. Stop resisting, baby.”
I don’t know what he means, but I take a deep breath and force myself to relax on the exhale. It works, because he starts to stretch me wide.
“Ow...” I protest. The stretch burns a little.