I can feel her nervousness screaming out of her, but there’s more pleasure, more desire.
I stroked my soaked helm inside her, rubbing her clit. She shivers against me, her hands on my shoulders now, squeezing down as I push upward and between her lips.
She whimpers, but then her pussy twitches like it’s asking for me, and I can’t stop.
Her tight pussy squeezes onto my length, squeezes, and squeezes as I inch inside. I groan as I think I’m going to erupt right there, my seed flaring up and down my cock, but it just makes her feel even better.
In the background, the wolf howls, but there’s no threat of the change.
All I want is her.
“You’re huge,” she whispers. “You’re freakingmassive.”
“Your pussy is so tight,” I growl. “You can take it.”
“I want it,” she whimpers. “I want all of you.”
I snarl and push even deeper, rearing back so I can stare down at her breasts. They sway beautifully as I push deeper, deeper, and then I’m right at the base.
She closes her eyes as I lightly rock back and forth, clawing at my arms, whimpering as I test her inexperienced slit.
She’s soaked, making it easy to slip in and out, but she’s still clinging so tightly.
Then there’s a change in her scent, a subtle shift.
At the same time, her core relaxes the tiniest bit, as though she’s letting me in. My girl is still so tight, but I can sense her getting into it more, sinking into the pleasure.
“Oh,” she moans, a note of astonishment in her voice.
“It feels good now,” I growl, not asking a question.
She’s throwing up fuck-me scents like no tomorrow.
As I slide out, almost right to my tip, she whimpers, and that’s when I know just how badly she wants it. It’s a moan that says,Where’s it gone? Give it back!
But she’s still too shy to say it in words.
Luckily I can read her.
She moans as I slip back into her, fucking her so her breasts giggle for me. She moans and claws onto my shoulders, bucking up and down as I pick up my pace.
Maybe I’m not the wolf now, but there’s still that deep primal fire in me, that I need to claim her hard and deep so she never doubts who she belongs to.
I push back into her, right up to the base, then slip out again.
Time drifts away as we lose ourselves in the rhythm, the same way we did with the running. Nothing matters, not the rain hammering above or the emptiness outside.
I fuck her tight hot slit, start to hammer her hard, pounding into her body as she begins to move her hips.
“That’s it,” I growl in her ear, leaning down. “Keep moving like that.”
“It feels so right,” she gasps, her fingers clawing through my hair. “I’m just...ah...going withit.”
“Good,” I groan. “Keep…oh, fuck,fuck.”
I can’t speak when she starts pumping her hips, pushing them up and down in time with my rhythm. My cock hammers into her, and time disappears again. It could be minutes. I’m not sure.
All I know is how sweet and hot she feels tightened around my cock, the only place I belong, burning up and down my shaft with each thrust. And the knowledge that this could be it, the time my seed explodes inside her, she floods with my life.