Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
She shrieked and giggled, then covered her mouth, as if giggling was something she never did.
“I’m gonna keep you screaming all night,” I warned, but I kept my tone playful, so I wouldn’t make her nervous. It was her first time, and she was human. I’d have to dial back my usual sexual aggression. Not too much because I wasn’t going to hide who I was from her, but I’d save the hard fucking for round two.
I was like a sex-starved teenager again around her. My dick was always hard. I was hyper-focused on having sex. I thought about it day and night. I jerked off like I was sixteen, more than once a day. And damn, my teenage years had been rough—sexual repression mixed with wolf repression had made for an extremely grumpy and maladjusted young man.
Now? I still had to hide that I was a wolf, but Charlie was game to get down. She wasn’t a virgin on prom night. We weren’t going to fumble around in the backseat of a car.
I’d get her bare, get her beneath me and get in her. I’d make it good for her, too. If the way she got off on my hand was any indication, she’d take to my dick easily enough.
I carried Charlie to my bedroom, only because my bed was bigger, and I wanted room to really spread her thighs and show her heaven. I kicked open my door and tossed her down on my king.
“You remember your job?” I asked as I tossed my cowboy hat on the dresser and stripped off my shirt.
It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have taken my hands off Charlie because she looked like she was in her head again, coming up to sit awkwardly on the mattress and staring at me.
I tackled her to her back, pinning her wrists beside her head. “Hmm?” I was holding her down, but if she showed any indication of nerves or changing her mind, I’d let her up. I’d watched her mind go blank earlier, and I’d do it again.
If there was someone who needed to come hard and often, it was the little vet pressed beneath me.
“Um.” She rubbed her full lips together.
“Your job is to tell me what you like and don’t like,” I reminded her.
She relaxed, and that release, that giving over, fucking did something to me. “Got it.”
I worked the pearl snaps on her shirt. “That’s your only job. You let me worry about the rest. Okay?”
Relief swam in her warm brown eyes. She nodded her agreement and let me slip the blouse down her shoulders and off her arms. “Mmm. This is pretty.” She wore a pale pink bra, which set off her dark skin. Fucking beautiful.
“Matching set?” I asked, flicking open the button on her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She shifted her hips to help me, toeing off one boot then the other, letting them thump to the floor.
Dayum. It was a matching set. The satin and lace panties made her look like a goddess stretched out on my bed. Her skin all but glowed in the evening light coming through the window.
“You are so beautiful.” I straddled her and dropped a kiss between her breasts, then above her belly button. Below it. I kissed the fabric of her panties, right above her clit. I nipped her labia through the silky material then her inner thigh.
I rolled her to her belly and gently bit her ass, making her gasp, the look over her shoulder at me. I grinned wolfishly. Yeah, I was going to show her everything.
Her body was lean, but her ass was full and round, the perfect combination of muscle beneath a soft cushion. I gave it a gentle slap, remembering how she’d mentioned being spanked in her phone call.
She bit her lip, and that little crease in her forehead showed those wheels in her head were turning again.
“Did you like that?”
Her breath came in short pants. “I-I think so.”
I slapped the other cheek. “You tell me more when you want more, or go on when you want me to try something else.”
“More,” she murmured, barely over a whisper.
She bit her lip, clearly worried that one word had come out. That she’d told me what she liked, that she’d wanted something a little naughty. But a playful spanking wasn’t the dirtiest thing we’d do. She just didn’t know it yet.
“That’s my girl.” I gave her another slap, a little harder. She didn’t flinch, only gave a little whimper, then a delicious hip roll. I spanked her ass a few more times, then hoisted her hips up until her knees came under her. When I unhooked her bra, it fell open to the sides. Reaching underneath her chest, I pinched her nipple into a stiff, hard peak. I stroked her ass, squeezing and kneading it, then gripping her hips. It was a position I wanted to fuck her in.