I was eager to find out what Evan had in store for me.
Behind me, he spread my legs. “Your skin is so soft.” He kissed my lower back, then my ass. He spread my cheeks. Anxiety welled up—we’d yet to get into ass play
He must have read my mind.
“Easy, baby. Someday soon you’ll be begging me to take this sweet ass of yours.”
He gripped my asscheeks with both hands which was freaking heaven and I won’t lie. It turned me on.
“Evan, please.” I wiggled my ass to the sound of his deep chuckle.
Hmm. Maybe I should’ve just kept sucking. He would be the one begging me now.
Evan slid one arm under my waist, and my ass lifted in the air. I started to raise my head.
“Keep your head down for now, baby.”
Doing a spread eagle, I was feeling so exposed. But excited and I trusted Evan. He would never hurt me.
I pushed back against Evan as he knelt behind me, teasing me with the tip of his cock. “More.” I growled.
He inserted one finger into my pussy, stroking me. Then he added another. I wanted more—and he gave it to me.
“The only problem with this position is that I can’t suck your pretty nipples. I’ll have to come up with something to make up for that.”
He spread me wide and slid into my tight channel. He was slow at first letting me grow accustomed to his size before he began thrusting.
Slow at first. Then faster and then slow again.
I slapped a hand on the bed. “Evan!” His pace was blissful torture. Each thrust filled me with hope, only to have him pull back.
Again he chuckles.
His fingers pressed into my hips as he increased his speed and pace. I could feel my orgasm building like a wave starting to crest. My fingers clawed the sheets in anticipation.
“You don’t know how much I love your pussy.” Evan flexed his hips, driving me forward on the bed.
“Give it to me. Fuck me.” I loved him working me. All the fatigue and anxiety of the day faded into this man giving me a serious pounding.
I never told Evan, but I could feel his wolf spirit rising when we were together like this. The detached businessman devolved into grunts and growls. From this angle, his thrusts jostled the whole bed. I lifted my head and leaned on my elbows. It was easier to push back against him when he thrusted inside me. The first time I did that, Evan grunted approvingly.
“Get on your hands.”
I did, arching my back when he pulled out.
Fuck, that felt good. I had more control over my pussy muscles from this angle.
“You are mine. That pussy, your pretty tits, and this sweet clit. All of you.” he stroked a finger over my pulsing clit and I swear to the gods that the stars entering my vision were instant.
Usually I didn’t let a man talk to me as though I was his possession. But right now, while he was buried deep inside me, I was all about Evan’s sexist He-Man shit. “Evan! Please. I’m so close!”
“Not yet, baby. Patience. Get up on your knees.”
It was hard to move when my body only wanted to clamp down on his cock and wring out the mother of all orgasms. All this teasing was only making me want it more.
Sensing my hesitancy, he pulled up my torso and placed my hands on the wooden headboard. I wanted his dick back inside me. I didn’t really care what position I was in.
I gripped the headboard as he thrust into me so deeply his hips pressed against my ass.