Then he stood, taking me with him and carrying me across the room to my bed.
He could have tossed me, but he didn’t. He laid me gently on the made bed as if I was fragile, then rose to his towering height.
“Permission to strip you bare and fuck you like you need.”
5
BOONE
* * *
Summer’s mouth opened and closed because of my words. She also flushed a pretty shade of pink, a pink I imagined matched her nipples and her pussy.
I would treat her with infinite care, but I wasn’t a romantic guy. My mouth watered with the taste of her arousal that I could now scent on the air. Sweet honey. As soon as I said fuck you like you need, she’d creamed, and no doubt her panties were ruined.
She pushed up onto her elbows. Her bar t-shirt, jeans, and socks were the farthest things from sexy lingerie. Fuck, she’d look gorgeous in lace or silk, no doubt, but I craved her bare. So did my wolf. My mate didn’t need anything to make her more alluring.
My cock was already leaking pre-cum, and my balls ached to sink into her. She’d be tight. I knew it.
“Yes. You have permission to do both.”
Hooking an ankle, I started with her socks.
“Boone,” she said. I lifted my eyes from my task and met hers. “I’ve, um… it’s been a while.”
She thought that would be a concern?
I tugged off the sock and let it drop to the floor. “No worries, gorgeous.”
“I’m on the pill.”
My hands still as I undid my belt, looked to her.
“That mean I can take you bare? Do I have permission to come deep inside that pussy?”
I hadn’t known she could flush a prettier shade of pink, but she did.
“Yes.”
Fuck, yes. With increased urgency, I opened my jeans, reached in, and pulled out my dick. Gripped the base and stroked it from root to tip, all while she watched with widening eyes.
“Gotta make sure you’re nice and ready for this.”
6
SUMMER
* * *
Oh my God. Oh my God.
Boone was definitely proportioned. His dick was impressive. My pussy clenched and dripped with need when I should perhaps be afraid of whether that thing was going to fit or split me in two.
I’d only ever had sex with Marty. He was just shy of six feet tall and was slender. His cock had been–now I definitely knew–small. Compared to Boone, it had been like being fucked with a little pinky finger.
Boone was going to fuck me like I needed with that? It was like a baseball bat. Soda can. Anything big one could imagine to describe it.
Thankfully, I was very, very wet and very, very eager. Curious, too, to discover what I’d been missing. And get it.
