Looking down at my breasts I saw the bite marks were almost gone and the bruising was even better. My dusky nipples were puckered in excitement and I wanted him to touch me again.
“I didn’t mind,” I said, placing a kiss over his bottom lip. “Your wolf has a very talented tongue.”
The scent of my sex was strong on his face and it aroused me intensely. I’ve never played a seductress, but Joel really made me want to try. I looked up at him with the steamiest gaze I could muster. It must have worked because I felt his hands pulling me closer and his mouth lowered to mine.
“I won’t be able to stop once I start, my love,” he whispered into my ear. “Are you ready for me?”
I nodded my head and trailed my fingers down his chest to slowly stroke his magnificent tool.
He groaned and rolled me onto my back. “There is so much I should tell you first,” he said lowering his mouth to feast on my nipples. Rolling the opposite nipple in his fingers he nipped and sucked between the two. Soon both were almost too sensitive to touch and I was moaning as I stroked his hair.
“You shouldn’t jump into this rashly, there is so much at stake,” he continued as his fingers trailed lower to find me hot and wet. He groaned as he sank his fingers into my welcoming warmth.
I was barely listening to him as I memorized his muscular back with my fingers. Trailing a hand down his front I grasped his shaft in my hand and realized how thoroughly it filled my palm. The length of it was impressive as well. I cautiously estimated 9 inches in my head. I was suddenly nervous and looked up to find him staring down at me.
“Do you want to back out, do I frighten you, love?” he asked seriously.
“I don’t think you’ll fit,” I said honestly.
“That wasn’t really what I thought you should be afraid of,” he whispered in my ear nipping at the outside. “Wolves mate for life, I can tell you are my true mate, it won’t be just sex between us. I’ll bite you and mark you as my own. You won’t be able to leave me after that, your soul will bond with mine. At the next full moon I will change you, if you will let me, and then you’ll be a werewolf like me.”
I looked up into his eyes and felt fine with what he was saying. Ever since first meeting him I hadn’t been able to get him off my mind. I couldn’t imagine not being with him, it seemed impossible.
Reaching up I grasped his hair and pulled him down to my mouth. “Just don’t hurt me,” I whispered into his ear.
“Never, love, I’ll never hurt you,” he stated settling between my thighs.
I nearly took his head off at his next question, “Have you been with many men?”
“What kind of question is that?” I asked, trying to push him off of me. “Who in their right mind would say that now?”
I struggled futilely against his overwhelming strength and only managed to end up with my hands trapped over my head by one of his. I felt the head of his glorious tool pressing intimately up against my weeping slit. The more I struggled the more of him I felt pressing against me, sliding up and down stimulating me.
“You just seemed hesitant about my size, love. Are you a virgin? Do you think it will hurt you when I slide inside you? I think it will feel wonderful,” he chuckled in my ear. “It doesn’t matter to me how many men you’ve been with though, just so long as you know you’ll only be with me after today.”
“You are an arrogant ass Joel Latro, how would you feel if I started to quiz you on your past love …” I stopped short and moaned as he stared down at me smiling. He had guided the tip of his swollen prick to enter me and it felt deliciously sinful. The sensation of fullness began to overwhelm me as inch after divine inch slid home.
He released my hands and situated himself more squarely over my body. I brought my knees up as he brought himself down over me. At long last I felt his pubic bone come to rest over mine. I was full to bursting with his cock. My internal muscles were gently tugging around him getting adjusted to this most welcome invader.
Fully sheathed he gazed down at me and smiled wickedly, “Now I’m curious though, how many men have sampled this wonderful body?”
The fury returned with a vengeance. “Now you decide you want to know?! Will it make it better for you if I was a who-,” I couldn’t get the word out as he slid out of me then back in with contained vengeance.
“You don’t feel like a woman who’s known many men, certainly not a whore,” he teased gently palming a breast and fondling the hard nipple.
“How long do you intend to keep up the questions?” I panted adjusting to his girth a second time. My hands were wrapped around his waist trying to hold him still.
“Only until I get my answer, love,” he said staring right into my eyes as he withdrew almost his entire length.
I moaned as he started to slide back and then he stopped and withdrew again. When he was almost out he repeated the question. “How many men have known this body?”
“None,” I groaned as he sank back into me and lowered his mouth to taste my nipples.
Sweat was forming on his brow as he brought his face to mine, “How many men will know this body after today?” he asked as he pulled back.
“Only you, Joel, I promise,” I hissed as he sank deeper pulling my legs up.
Having his answer seemed to satiate him and he started to rock his hips into me slowly and deeply. With each thrust home he ground his pelvis into mine stimulating me unbearably. I rocked up to meet each thrust and felt like I was being split in two with some of his harder drives. The pain was exquisite and only added to the sexual frenzy.
Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, dragging my hips up to meet his. His entrance from this position was brutal. I spread my thighs and tried to relax as he pounded his entire length home with each plunge. I felt his hand come around my front to fondle my nipples then shifted lower to pluck relentlessly at my clit.
The stimulation was too much and soon I was spasming over his length and crying out his name. I felt sensitive and full to bursting and I tried to shift my body away from his, but was firmly grasped and pulled back.
“Mine,” he growled in my ear. The fierce possessiveness of the word amped my desire for him to an entirely new level. I wanted more of him, much more.
The sensation of fullness got more intense as his thrusts got shorter. I cried his name and begged for release. He leaned over my body growling low in his chest. Shockingly I felt fur at my back. The terror I thought I should feel didn’t come and I reached back to stroke the furry hip of my lover. The short coarse fur tickled my back and bottom and I moaned as I rubbed against him.
I felt him swell inside of me as he ground the coarse pads of his claws over my already hypersensitive clit. Hit long tongue had started to bathe the left side of my neck and my shoulder.
I felt myself tightening around him again as razor sharp teeth drove mercilessly into the place where my neck and shoulder joined. As I cried his name a second time bright red blood rolled off my shoulder and dripped onto the bed below. A second later a howl ripped through the room and his cock spasmed inside of me.