With a sharp slap of his tongue against my clit, I start to come, feeling it carefully break free with an exquisitely sharp burst of power that makes me cry out, just before it travels through my entire body like an unquenchable wave. Woolf presses harder and laps at me fervently, drawing out my orgasm until tears spring up in my eyes because the sensation is just too overwhelming. My hands fall to his head, and I actually shove him away from me.
With reluctance, Woolf gives in and lets me push his face back. He swipes his hand across his mouth and grins up at me. Gently lowering my leg to the floor, he says, “You taste so fucking good, Callie. I expect I’m going to be doing that quite a bit to you.”
I laugh nervously and suck in a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart even though I feel prickles of pleasure still zinging through me. Woolf sits up straight on his knees, and he deftly opens his belt and jeans. He pushes them down his hips just far enough to pull his cock out, and I get my first really good look at it. While I felt its massive girth and length both with my hand and deep inside of me the other night, it’s quite a different story to see the beauty of it.
And it is incredibly beautiful.
I never gave much thought to that part of the male anatomy that made sex possible. Will’s wasn’t particularly big, but it wasn’t small. It filled me okay, but it was just… a penis.
This, though. This large, solid shaft is utterly magnificent with strong veins running down its length and a wide, flared head that has a bit of clear pre-cum dribbling from the slit. Woolf strokes it lazily with just his forefinger and thumb as he watches me checking out what is most definitely not just a penis.
It’s a cock.
Woolf holds his other hand out to me and with a wicked grin says, “Come on, darlin’. Climb aboard.”
He gives me a tug, and I step forward on shaky legs as he lowers back down until his ass rests on his heels. He pulls on me until I’m standing over his lap and urges me down. My hands balance myself on his shoulders, and I squat down toward that monstrous dick looming upward in anticipation. Woolf uses a hand on my hip and the other at the base of his shaft to guide our union.
When the head touches the outer lips of my pussy, Woolf drags it back and forth a few times and even thumps it once on my clit. I gasp and my eyes flare wide in surprise, causing Woolf to chuckle.
So many things I’m learning.
“Come on, Callie,” he says gruffly. “Sink that gorgeous pussy down on my cock. I want you to ride me, baby.”
And oh, God… he’s so sinfully bad. Filthy-talking boy who makes me want to do every dirty thing he commands of me.
I slowly push down onto him, feeling my flesh expand. Feeling the nip of pain as he invades me, knowing how good it’s going to feel when he’s all the way in.
Woolf groans as I drop down, and he has an almost pained look on his face as he watches his cock disappear into me. He looks up at me, huffs out a pent-up breath, and says, “God, Callie. You just don’t know how good you feel on me.”
My entire body goes almost liquid hearing him say that. It’s not just a generalized statement that pops out of your mouth during the heat of some really good sex. Woolf was saying that I feel good to him. He’s saying it in a way that means I feel better than anything he’s ever felt before, and as I lower myself all the way down on his erection, and he fills me up fuller than I’ve ever been before, I feel my heart start to fall prey to this dangerous wolf.
His hands come to my hips and he holds me there just a moment so he can kiss me. A deep, toe-curling kiss that causes me to hunger for something more. His hands slide down to my ass and he urges me to lift up. I keep my feet firmly planted on the slate tile of my mother’s designer kitchen, and I raise myself off his cock. When I get to the end… when I feel the head of his cock stretching me a bit before breaking free, I push back down on him roughly.
“Fuck yes,” Woolf hisses as he closes his eyes in rapture, and a thrill of power runs through me that I did that to him.
I rise up and fall back down on him, feeling myself getting wetter with every gliding stroke. Woolf holds me steady by my hips, uses his powerful arms to help my movements. I ride him faster and faster until my breasts are bouncing almost painfully. As I start to tire, I merely loop my arms over his shoulders and clasp my hands behind his head. I use his strong upper body to pull myself up and down on him. Woolf starts to take over, needing me to go faster and harder than I am. His hands under my ass grip me hard, and he practically bounces me up and down on his cock. He’s hitting me so deeply, so deliciously, I start to feel another orgasm building.
“Christ,” Woolf pants through gritted teeth. His cheek is pressed against mine as I hold onto him tight. “I’m so close but I don’t want to come yet. This feels too good.”
I can only grunt in response as he hits my g-spot over and over again, pounding another orgasm into me. It breaks free just as he slams me down and my arms and legs tighten around him so hard, he can’t lift me back up. So instead, he just holds me down on him tightly as I start to shudder and grinds his pelvis up and against mine. I let out a soft curse, a keening moan, and I bite his shoulder hard through the material of his shirt.
That’s when I realize I can feel him pulsing inside of me as he groans out his own release. He squeezes me so tight, I can’t breathe, yet I want him to hold me tighter. We both shake, our orgasms mingling with each other to where I can’t tell if the vibrations of pleasure are from him or me.
Probably both.
Our eruptions were epic and take time to fade. It takes several moments for our breathing to even. Woolf grazes his lips across mine before laying his forehead on my shoulder. He embraces me intimately while we are still melded together.
“I think you broke me,” Woolf murmurs lazily.
I giggle and my muscles involuntarily contract around him, which causes him to groan.
“I think my ovaries exploded,” I tell him as my face presses into his neck and his hand strokes my back.
“Let me see if I can walk, and if so, I’m taking you back to your bedroom for round two. Only then will I be able to hear what you have to say about your ex-douche.”
I cluck at him in disapproval, pulling my face back to look at him in censure.
He gives me a wide-eyed, innocent look. “What?”
“Be nice. He’s come crawling into town with his tail between his legs,” I say with admonishment.
Woolf snorts. “That’s just the end of the flogger that dom-bitch stuck in his ass.”
I gasp over his crude words. “Just stop it. Just don’t.”
“Are you defending him?” Woolf asks me with incredulity. “With my cock still deep inside of you and my cum leaking out, are you defending that asshole?”
“No,” I say in exasperation. “But I just don’t want you making this harder. And every time you remind me what a freak he is, it makes me feel foolish all over again.”
Immediate apology fills Woolf’s eyes, and his hands come to my face. He kisses me quickly and then pulls back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“I know,” I say as I place my fingers over his lips to silence him. “Now, I believe you mentioned something about a second round?”
The irises around Woolf’s eyes turn the color of cobalt and his pupils constrict slightly. It’s the way I imagine a real wolf’s eyes would change when the thrill of a hunt loomed near. I hate to disappoint him though. If he thinks I’m going to run and give him an exhilarating chase, he’d be wrong about that.
I’ve already rolled over and bared my throat to him in submission.
I’m his.
Chapter 13
Woolf
My cock is all kinds of sore from the amount of fucking we did yesterday afternoon, well into the late night hours, and then again twice this morning before she had to leave for breakfast. I wanted to make it three times—at the very least get her off with my mouth before she left to meet Will in town—but she pushed me away and said, “No more. I’m done.”