“You came without touching your dick,” he growls,sounding mesmerized.
I’m amazed, tired, and blissed out. I’m having an out-of-body experience, feeling pleasure like never before.
I still don't say the safe word, but it’s only a matter of time. He fucks into me until he groans loudly and comes again.
I wish he could really fill me like he promised.
Maybe someday.
He pulls out of me and carries me to the middle of the bed. He gets rid of the condom and grabs a wet washcloth.
He kisses every patch of my oversensitive skin he cleans. When he moves the rough cloth over my hole, I groan in complaint. He slowly dabs it. But then I don’t feel the towel anymore. I look up to find him staring at my red, overused hole.
“No, no, no. You come here. That part is out of commission for a while,” I tell him, dragging him up the bed.
“I went too hard, didn’t I?” he frowns.
I kiss him, just a peck. But it lasts longer because Matt’s mouth is addictive. “No, you were just perfect,” I say, nipping whatever that was in the bud.
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking unconvinced.
“Baby, you’re being a condescending jerk right now. Just because I’m human doesn’t mean I’ll break if you touch me a little too rough,” I chide.
Matt’s lips spread into a wide smile. “Sorry, baby.”
My face goes hot. “So, are we dating now?” I ask, a little insecure, even though the guy literally railed me to oblivion.
“You want to date me?” He looks surprised.
I smack the back of his head lightly. What is wrong with this man!
“Yes!”
“Then we’re dating,” he says firmly.
I smile and nod, my eyes already drooping.
“Only because I don't think I can live without you,” Matt whispers.
My mind is about to go blank when something hits me. A thought, but the embarrassment it brings feels harder than a physical hit. “Did I gift you a bunch of wolf paraphernalia for Christmas?”
Matt laughs out loud.
Epilogue
Matt
Six months later
“This is an unexpected surprise, unless there’s another incident,” Meena says as soon as she picks up.
“Can't I randomly call my lovely supervisor on a Sunday morning?” I ask.
“What's up, Matthew? I’m late for breakfast with Mark's parents.”
“So, Oliver and I’ve been dating for six months.”
“Thanks for the random update about your relationship status. Is there a point to it?”
