I press my mouth to hers, tasting her warmth. When I pull back, she arches for more.
“You already told me it will hurt.”
I know what I said, but she simply doesn’t realize how tight her asshole is. And how much my cock will stretch her, especially without a proper lubricant.
I press my hand into the mattress beside her head and nudge the plug. Her whimpers return, and so do the circles drawn around her pussy. What a good fucking girl.
Slowly, I pull the plug out, watching her struggle to breathe through the new sensations happening to her. My cock stuffing her pulsing cunt, the plug sliding out of her ass. Her fingers on her clit. I only wish I had something with me to fill her mouth with, but there’s always next time.
Sliding out of her fully, I flip her over until her ass is facing me.
“Spread your knees, love.”
She does, and I use both hands to knead her round ass cheeks before pulling them apart. Her small, puckered hole clenches slowly, still under the sensation of the plug. I lower myself to her body, licking from the bottom of her cunt all the way up to her ass.
She thrashes, not expecting it. “W-What are you—”
I groan, stuffing my face with her as my fingers dig into her soft skin.
“Tell me to stop, and I will. Otherwise, be quiet, love. Let me devour you in every way I can.”
My tongue darts out, touching her hole, and she buries her face in the mattress, moaning through it. When I spit, she thrashes, but doesn’t tell me to stop. So I get up on my knees and lower my cock to her hole, guiding it with my hand. Almost instantly, she cries out. I didn’t even probe her with my fingers. I just want to be inside her right now.
“I know, love. I know. But you’ll have to let me in. Relax.” I kiss her shoulder, then her spine. She shivers, melting down with a mewl. “That’s it. That’s my good girl,” I whisper above her, pushing myself another inch, watching how well she takes me. It won’t go all in, that I know. But she’ll take it, and she’ll come with her little ass stuffed and thank me for it. And I’ll reward her some more.
I push into my knee, supporting myself with one arm on the mattress as I sink into her a little deeper.
“I feel… so full,” she mumbles. “I’m so…”
I smile, feeling her hole stretch around me and suck me in like it’s supposed to. I can only imagine how much it burns. She’s being so obedient. So sweet.
“Look at you, love, getting fucked in the ass,” I say shifting back a little, thrusting again. Her delicate hands grip the sheets, only loosening when I stop.
I do it again. And again. Until my cock gets the friction it needs, and I lose myself in the feeling altogether. Pleasure shoots through me, making me harder, as I try to satisfy my need. But with Victoria, it’s never enough.
24
VICTORIA
Ibrush my fingertips over his tattoos, the ink deep, faded. Various patterns—like old roots—curl around his arm and biceps, crawling up to his neck and down to his abdomen. I stop on his shoulder, where two small circles get my attention. Wounds.
I tilt my head up, brushing against his chest, only to catch him watching me.
“Snake bite,” he says, his voice low and deep, rugged with sleep. His hair is beautifully tousled, jawline shadowed with the beginning of stubble. I can’t take my eyes off him.
I smile. “Makes sense.”
“Why is that?”
Wolf swipes his hand over my naked hip, caressing me, and I can’t help but nestle myself deeper into him. He’s so warm and big—being in his arms makes my surrender taste sweet. In here, everything else is meaningless. And all the pain I harbor inside is suddenly gone.
“It’s the kiss of the devil,” I say, stretching like a cat. “He favors you.”
He puffs out a laugh.
“What? Have you never heard of the devil’s luck?”
“I have. But I don’t think it’s that. Because I make my own luck.” His hand cups the side of my face as he leans down to kiss me. When he pulls back, our eyes lock, and we stay there for a few moments.
