The Woodland Packs

I nodded, though fear shivered through me.

What was the worst thing that could happen? A bit of pain? I’d had a lot of that before.

Aaron grinned and planted his feet on the bed, then he began to move, thrusting up into me and moving me up and down on his cock in time with his own rhythm.

I gasped as pleasure shot through me.

I leaned forward to make the position more comfortable and even more pleasure raced through me.

I rode the wave with him, thrusting down as he thrust up, his moans and mine filling the room.

“Damn… you are so fucking perfect!” Aaron panted, and my pussy began to tighten. To ripple. The pleasure of my first orgasm made it so much easier to reach out for my next one.

I held myself up and still as Aaron pumped into me, over and over again.

I threw my head back and let the waves of pleasure come. I screamed out as his cock pushed me over the edge, and his own orgasm was triggered.

Heat shot through me and caused an even greater orgasm to take over my body.

I shuddered and shook, falling forward to hear Aaron’s moan as he filled me with his seed.

The pulse of heat like I’d never experienced made me moan with wonder.

It was perfect.

Aaron put his arms around me and rolled us, so I was on my back and he was softly kissing my lips, my face, my neck.

I couldn’t open my eyes, but as he withdrew and the weight of another person tipped the mattress, my need renewed. An ache in my core woke me out of my daze.

It was my sweet Brad, sliding over me and on top of me with a smile.

“You ready for more, beautiful?” he asked, as he settled between my thighs.

He couldn’t possibly be ready for me already?

“Don’t you need—” I gasped as he lined up and thrust inside me.

I groaned and lifted my legs to accommodate him. “Obviously not.”

He kissed me, his lips sipping on mine. Feeding me while taking what he needed.

His pace was gentle, slow, as he rolled his hips and took his time.

But need was clawing at me, making me frustrated with the care he was taking. It was stupid to feel that way, but true. I wanted—needed— more. So, I put my arms around his back and dug my nails into his flesh.

He cried out and thrust into me. Hard.

“Yes…”

I groaned and bit into his shoulder, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Please,” I begged him. I wanted more than this.

I needed him to want me, to need me as I needed him. To fill the emptiness that was somehow still present.

He slid up inside of me, thrusting over and over again. I rejoiced in his body on top of mine. The weight and pressure, the feel of him against me.

I kissed his neck, his face, and he groaned, “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”