Her Biker Wolf (Obsessed Mates 2)

“Fuck,” I mutter, against her mouth. The thought of this tiny pussy gripping my cock blows my mind. When I skate a fingertip across her clit, she shudders. I slide back, toward her entrance. It’s tight, barely any space for my finger. Jesus. Still intact. She pushes her hips back eagerly, but I slide away again. I make a promise to myself: when she’s begging for me to mate her, I’ll fill her tight pussy with my thick cock. I’ll give her every inch. She’s tiny but she’s made for me, and I’ve waited forever for her.

“I’m taking you inside,” I mutter in her ear. I stand up, bringing her with me and she wraps her legs around my waist, her beautiful bare tits pressing against my chest.

Inside the cabin, I bring her right over to the bed and lay her down. She looks so small spread out on the coverlet, her silky hair fanned out around her.

She reaches for my T-shirt, trying to tug it up. Jesus, this innocent girl is hungry for me. My wolf whines, but I push it back down, catch Maya’s wrists in mine. “Uh-uh. You want me to control myself, my clothes stay on.”

She makes a sound of disappointment, but quits fighting me.

I make short work of her sneakers, socks, jeans and shirt, until she’s lying in just her panties. Her soft thighs are slightly parted, and the pink fabric is totally drenched. With desire for me. The thought brings me another step closer to shooting my load. I press my face to the wet patch and nuzzle her. My nose fills with honeysuckle and cotton candy.

Staying right where I am, I tug her panties down.

She helps me, lifting up her hips, and there she is, all bared for me. Her pussy is all pink and as perfect as a budding rose. When I push her thighs apart to see her better, she squirms and protests.

“Don’t want me looking at you?” I say gruffly.

“I…ohh…” she mutters something unintelligible.

“Don’t want me seeing how pretty your pussy is?”

She puts her hands over her face, but she quits trying to squeeze her thighs closed. When I spread her labia with my fingers, she gasps. A thrill of delight goes through me. My little angel is an exhibitionist. A shy one. But I bet, with a little encouragement, she’ll get to love displaying her sexy body for me.

I take my time, seeing how beautiful she is. Enjoying the sight of her maidenhead, still intact.

Soon it’ll be gone. My cock will steal it away, and she’ll be mine forever.

I drop my head and taste her for the first time. The sweetest nectar flows over my tongue.

“Forge,” she cries. “Oh, god!” Her tiny fingers tug at my hair.

I love the way she cries my name like this. Love the way she wants me. I lick her all over while she sighs and moans, and then I fasten onto her clit. Suck it into my mouth a little.

I swear it’s a magic button. Her hips start jolting, her breath comes fast and quick, and I feel a tremor building inside her.

I stay right where I am, and keep on licking at that little bud.

“Oh, god,” she mutters, her nails digging at my head. It’s getting kinda painful to tell the truth, but no way am I going to stop her. Nothing would make me destroy this beautiful onslaught toward ecstasy.

“Forge… I… I’m gonna explode or something…” she yelps.

I barely have time to chuckle in delight, before it happens. Her thighs clamp around my head while her clit throbs in my mouth, and she shudders all over in awesome fucking spasms.

Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

I keep licking her, riding her through her orgasm, until she’s all wrung out.

When she finally quits trembling, I lift myself up and slide up the bed so I can draw her into my arms. She clings to me, as weak as a kitten. Her eyes are a sky full of constellations and her lips redder and sweeter than ever. She looks stunned, blissed out.

Her first orgasm, on my lips.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “Thank you.”

I chuckle. “You don’t need to thank me, honey. The pleasure was all mine.”

Her forehead furrows. “You liked it?”

“I more than liked it. It was… it was…” Pure heaven.