I moaned when his hands, fists full of my hair, started guiding my head as he drove his cock inside my mouth, the feeling of velvet over steel running in and out my mouth, past my lips, across my tongue. I sucked even more firmly and felt him shudder. The inside of my thighs were growing slick as he plunged in and out of my mouth repeatedly, groaning deeply, and feeling restless, I squirmed, whimpering, needing contact.
I heard him inhale deeply and curse quietly, yanking my head back. “Hush,” he whispered, pressing me back on the bed, his cheeks flushed and his dark, dilated eyes staring at me. Slowly, he lowered his body over mine, my whole frame trembling past desire and on to pained need as his hard, warm contours pressed against my soft ones. I instinctively opened my legs wide for him, another whimper of carnal need leaving my lips at feeling his cock rub against my wet, swollen flesh. “Do you want my cock or fingers or tongue in you first?”
Panting, I tilted my hips against his. “Your cock. Definitely, your cock.”
He nodded, gently brushing his lips against mine with the motion. “How rough do you need it?”
My dilated gaze met his. “It’s been over a year since we last had sex.” A small moan slipped past my lips as he rubbed his cock back and forth over my slick flesh, his gaze intense. “I want you to fuck the living shit out of me.”
“I think I can handle that,” he growled softly, his large warm palms sliding up my sides, over my shoulders, my neck, my cheeks, and into my hair. He fisted my hair in an unbreakable hold. “Just tell me if I hurt you, and I’ll stop.”
I nodded, running my hands down his muscled back where it dipped at his waist, and grabbed — I sucked in a breath…fuck, his ass was perfect — two rounded muscled globes. My nails dug in as I gripped him tight, and he moaned softly, his forehead touching mine as he stared me in the eyes. He tipped his hips back, the head of his cock at my core’s entrance, and I squirmed my hips, moaning for him to hurry.
He thrust brutally, answering my call.
We both shouted as his huge cock slid inside my slick, tight channel only a few inches, stretching me to the point of pain, and my wolf raised her head again, practically nodded as she double-checked it was my husband, before her head fell back down, absolute approval in the motion.
Eyes hooded, he panted, “Shit, you’re fucking tight.” I wasn’t so positive I was all that damn tight, especially after having Isa. Pretty sure the culprit was his huge cock. Nostrils flared, his jaw clenched, he pulled his hips back, thrusting again, my body bowing as I cried out his name; the only thing keeping me in place was the grip he had on my hair. He shuddered, pressing his forehead harder on mine, and I felt his ass flex as he tilted his hips back, then he drove his cock all the way inside my channel, his hips flush with mine. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned shakily, “you feel perfect.”
I couldn’t even breathe as my channel tried to adjust to his size, but it didn’t mean he didn’t feel damn wonderful inside me, stretching me full. I blinked up at him, my husband, who wore the same expression of pained ecstasy that I must have been wearing, and whispered, “Please.” I needed it, my lower belly burning for friction. “Too long. It’s been too fucking long.”
Breathless, his lips lifted, and he softly kissed my own, speaking against them. “I’ll do as you asked.” His nose brushed mine before he planted another gentle kiss on my lips. “But after we’re done, I’m going to taste every inch of your flesh, and we’ll go at this slower.” His hips pulled back, and he did exactly as I had requested.
Fucked the living shit out of me.
I screamed against his lips as he slammed his hips against mine, driving his cock into me with bruising force, perfect force, the rhythm ruthless. My slick channel coated his pistoning cock to maximum perfection, our skin slapping almost as loudly as our shouts and groans filled the room. “God, baby…oh, fucking yes!” I saw his lips curl as he grabbed the top of the headboard, mocha biceps flexing above me while he pounded in and out of me with relentless fury, easing an ache inside me I hadn’t realized was there until our first kiss. Lifting my legs farther up his sides, I threw my hands above me, pressing back against the headboard when his furious thrusting threatened to throw me into it.
“More? Do you need more?” he groaned in a pant, sweat beginning to bead on our bodies.
I nodded vigorously. Fuck, yes. If he could give more of that wonderful friction, I wanted it all.