“I don’t want you to take care of me so well.”
I find her mouth, capture those tender lips, twine my tongue with hers.
She shifts in my arms, holds my neck, and swings one leg around to straddle me. My cock grows heavy, pressing in the notch of her legs, the heat of her core sending darts of lust through my bloodstream. I’m not going to lose control this time, though.
My female needs me. Needs comforting. Gentleness. And, wonder of wonders, my wolf submits. The need to protect her trumps his need to mate. My teeth stay human sized, even as my cock grows.
“Don’t tell me you can’t have sex with me.” She tears open my button-down, popping the buttons.
Oh fates and all things sanctified.
I carry her to my bedroom and lay her down gently on her back. I shove her skirt up and yank the gusset of her panties to the side, placing my mouth where it always wants to be. Right on her core. Tasting her sweet essence, giving her pleasure. Satisfying her.
She arches, pulling her knees up to open wide.
“That’s right, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
She reaches down to help, rubbing her clit as I penetrate her with my tongue. “I want your cock, big man. I need it here.” She taps her pussy.
I groan.
Can I do this?
I have to.
She’s my female, and she needs me. Even the wolf understands.
I grab a condom from my dresser.
“Clothes off,” she commands. “I want to see all of you, Jackson King.”
I smile and peel my clothing off with purpose, standing in the light of the nearly full moon through the window. “I’ll let you give the orders, just this once, kitten.” I roll the condom on my length, grinning at her wide-eyed attention. “Because I fucked up earlier. But don’t forget who has the wooden spoon.”
Her face flushes, and the scent of her arousal fills the room, even stronger than before.
I grip the base of my cock and point it in her direction. “Like what you see?”
“No wonder it hurt,” she says, but she’s wearing a grin.
“Clothes off, kitten. That will be a rule. You should never be wearing more clothing than I am.”
I take the musical ring of her laugh as another win.
I’m going to take care of you, baby.
She shimmies out of her clothing and lies back. I see why I was fooled. There’s nothing innocent about her peach-tipped breasts, the curve of her hips, her neatly trimmed mons, and long, shapely legs. Even with a blush on her cheeks, she gives me come hither eyes. I don’t know how she made it this long without having sex, but my wolf is doing double backflips in celebration of being the first.
I want to groan. I want to sing. Worship at the altar of her body for the rest of my life.
I will keep it together this time. I owe her.
~.~
Kylie
Jackson kneels between my legs. His body is even more incredible than I imagined-cut from solid muscle. His chest is covered in dark curls, and his cock… sizable.
He nudges my entrance with the sheathed tip of his cock and I arch, pleasure spiraling out, inner thighs trembling with anticipation. He’s breathing harder than normal, but he goes slow, easing into me, even though he already plowed the path open.
There’s no pain this time, only satisfaction. He fills me, holds still for me to adjust. I lift my hips impatiently. Not fragile, buddy. I need this. I deserve it.
Jackson groans and climbs over me, leaning his weight on his fist beside my head.
He’s huge, looming over me.
Before I can control my reaction, I stiffen and lurch away from him, needing to see the exit.
Still buried inside me, he rolls our bodies so I end up on top. I suck in a breath, my muscles relaxing.
He shows me his open palms as if to prove he doesn’t have a weapon, then he shoves them under his butt. “You’re in control, kitten.”
I nibble my lip because he’s made it plain he likes to be the one in charge. And I love his dominance. I just can’t stand being crowded. Still, riding him feels good, and my hips start moving of their own accord, rocking over his huge, hard manhood. I tip my pelvis forward to grind my clit down over him, rubbing harder and faster.
His lips peel back from his teeth, and he squeezes his eyes shut, breath dragging in and out audibly.
A surge of power rockets through me, knowing I’m affecting him so much. It spurs me on. I slide up and down faster, my tits bouncing over his chest. I dig my nails into his shoulders, taking him deeper.
“Fuck, kitten. Fuck,” he roars. His face contorts. His hands fly free of his self-imposed position and grasp my hips. I’m grateful for him to take over because my muscles are shaking, straining for release.
He yanks me over his cock, up and down, and then he shouts, his hips lifting off the bed, carrying me with him, even as he holds me to angle deeper than I thought possible.
I cry out, too, muscles contracting around his enormous cock, milking it for all it’s worth in a pumping motion beyond my control.
Out of breath, trembling, I fall down over him, molding my body to his, nuzzling his neck.
He wraps his strong arms around me and holds me tight. This time, there’s no fear. Only platinum satisfaction.
“Kiss me, baby.”
I turn my head, and he captures my mouth, kissing me aggressively, letting me feel teeth and tongue, owning me.
Yes. That’s what I like. Jackson in control.
It brings back that sense of home. Belonging.
His cock swells inside me. Lordy. Is he really ready for round two already?
He groans. “You’d better get off me, kitten, or I’ll be throwing you on your back and fucking you into oblivion. And you’re probably already sore.”
I am. I ease off him, checking out his cock to see it’s still just as big. “Jackson?”
He reaches down to grip it and surges up, meeting my eyes. “The condom came off!”