“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted. “If I do it wrong, tell me how to fix it.”
He tangled his fingers in my hair. “It will be perfect because it’s you.”
His words warmed my heart, and I gently gripped his shaft. I lapped at the pre-cum, wondering how he’d taste. His flavor was surprising salty, but not horrible. I’d heard horror stories in high school about how bad it would taste, the girls in the locker room not caring who heard as they discussed their more intimate activities.
I ran my tongue along the length of his cock before flicking it across the head. He hissed in a breath and I felt his body tense. Feeling a bit bolder, I took him into my mouth.
Wolf groaned and his hold on my hair tightened. He gave it a slight tug but didn’t try to control me. I took my time, exploring him, and figuring out what he liked. I’d always known I had a rather freakishly long tongue -- or at least longer than the average -- so I put it to good use. I took as much of him as I could, my lips nearly brushing the hair above his cock, before wrapping my tongue around his shaft and slowly dragging my lips up to the head again.
“Holy fuck!” His hold tightened even more and he panted a little. “Do that again. Please.”
I smiled before repeating the stroke a few more times. I placed a hand on his thigh to brace myself and felt a slight tremor running through him. Working his cock, I let his scent wash over me. His body shuddered and he pulled free of my mouth, his cock dragging along my lips.
His breath sawed in and out of his lungs. “I don’t want to come yet.”
Wolf helped me stand and quickly removed my clothes before discarding his own. He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his prosthesis. As much as I wanted to help him, I didn’t think he’d appreciate it. As it was, the fact he felt secure enough with me to take it off made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I liked that he wasn’t trying to hide from me.
I crawled onto the bed and stretched out behind him, letting my fingers trail across his hip. I admired the ink on his back and traced a few of the lines. I saw the club logo, or whatever they called it, a script written in a foreign language, and a myriad of other images. One day I’d ask him what they meant.
When he’d finished with his prosthesis, he turned to face me. I reached for him, tugging him closer. Wolf flashed me a smile before leaning down to kiss me.
“I finally have you in my bed,” he murmured against my lips.
I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck. “You make it sound like it’s something you’ve wanted forever.”
“Maybe not forever, but definitely for a while. I told you. The moment I saw you walk into Church, I wanted to know more about you. I don’t think you realize the power you have over me, Glory.”
I curled my hand around the back of his neck. “Max, I don’t want power over you. All I need is for you to keep looking at me the way you are right now.”
“Gladly.”
He kissed me long and deep, his palm sliding up my ribs to cup my breast. The feel of his rough skin against me made my nipples harden even more. I whimpered as he stroked the peak, his touch driving me wild. Wolf threw his leg over mine and I felt the hard length of his cock press against me. He shifted, placing his knee against my pussy and put just enough pressure there I grew even wetter. With every brush of his knee, his cock rubbed against me, drawing a groan from him.
“Jesus, Glory. You make me feel like I’m a teenager again. Few more strokes against your soft skin and I think I’d come.”
I didn’t know many men who’d admit such a thing. From what I’d observed, they seemed to boast about how long they could last. But then, Wolf wasn’t like other men. At least, with me he wasn’t. I couldn’t say what he’d been like with anyone else.
“Max, we need… condoms, or… something.” It felt like my brain was short-circuiting. The tugging on my nipple and the pressure against my pussy made me feel like I’d come unraveled at any moment. I was so close to coming.
He nipped my jaw. “One of these days I’ll get to fill you with my cum.”
And why did he make it sound so sexy?
Wolf rolled away from me and opened his bedside table drawer. He pulled out a few condoms and dropped them onto the bed beside me. I tried really hard not to think about the fact he already had an open box of them in his bedroom. I knew they were likely from his time with Franny, and I didn’t want that bitch in the room with us. Not even in spirit.
Wolf rolled to his back and my brow furrowed. “You aren’t going to put one on?”
“Not yet.” He patted his chest. “Come up here.”
I tipped my head to the side, not quite certain what he meant. He grinned and reached for me, lifting me so that I straddled his chest, then he tugged on my hips until I got closer to his face. I felt my cheeks heat and grabbed onto the headboard.
“Max, what are you…”
He yanked me over his face and licked my pussy, making me squeak in surprise. “Oh, God. Max, I…”
He held me tight, not letting me get away. As if I’d want to! His wicked tongue was driving me crazy. Every flick against my clit made me want to grind against him. My fingers turned white from my grip on the headboard. Wolf slid his hand over the
