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She gasped and bit her lip. Darn him for being able to scent her so easily. Resigned, she forced her body to relax and stopped fighting him. She wasn’t going to win. She just needed to wait this out. Surely it was almost over.

A whoosh of breath left her when he finally removed the thick rod. She imagined him looking at it, and the rustling must have been him cleaning it off before he leaned away from her and set it on the nightstand with a clink.

She hadn’t moved, and she was glad when he returned to spoon her body from behind. His cock nestled against her bottom, and he slid his thigh up against her pussy.

Olivia rubbed herself against him. She needed the friction like a drug.

“That’s my good girl. Take what you need, Little rebel.” He brushed her hair from her face as he pushed his thigh more firmly against her. “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll thrust into you from behind.”

She was ready now.

He stroked her cheek with one finger. She was pretty sure he was propped up on an elbow staring at her, and she was so jealous that he could do so.

“You’re so beautiful, Olivia,” he whispered reverently. “Like sunshine and happiness. Do you want my cock inside you?”

She nodded.

“Do you want me to finger your bottom while I make you come on my cock again?”

Her breath hitched at both the words and the easy tone he’d used. She was about to twist around and glare at him, but he slid his hand down her butt cheek and tapped her tight hole.

“Daddy…” she breathed out.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Most Little wolves like their bottoms played with. There are nerve endings inside you that heighten your arousal.” He stroked the puckered hole. “My finger will feel even better than the thermometer. I promise.”

Her face was heated, from the imminent shift or embarrassment?

Daddy circled the little hole.

Olivia clenched it tight.

He kissed her shoulder and down her arm. “You’re mine, Little rebel. Every inch of you. Even this naughty little hole.”

She shuddered.

Daddy rose up, rolled her onto her tummy, and lifted her hips off the mattress.

Before she could ask what he was doing, he slid two pillows under her tummy. A second later, he lined himself up with her pussy from behind and stroked through her folds. “You want this, Baby girl?”

He did not play fair. “Yes, please.”

“How about this? You want this, too?” He set a thumb on her forbidden hole and applied slight pressure. The entrance was still slippery from whatever lube he must have used on the thermometer.

“Please, Daddy,” she cried out.

He thrust into her with his cock, making her gasp as she arched her head off the bed. Holy cow. It was so powerful. How could it have been even more powerful than the first time?

When he eased almost out, he pushed his thumb into her bottom.

She whimpered, uncertain about this naughty addition to their sex. But it felt good, and it felt even better when he thrust in with his erection again.

Moaning slid from her lips. Her eyes rolled back. If she were a sighted person, she wouldn’t be right now anyway. Her vision would surely be blurred or nonexistent with her eyes in the back of her head.

“That’s my girl. Come for Daddy. Let it feel good.”

Like a trained pet, Olivia came. Surprising herself, both her rectum and her channel clenched around his thumb and shaft. She hadn’t even needed contact with her clit.

She fisted the sheets beside her head and let out a primal growl. “More.”