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CHAPTER 34

REDLEY

I already see it, goddammit . Don’t tell me he has more to offer. I’m supposed to hate him, but if he keeps it up, I’ll have very different feelings for him soon.

“Scoot forward and let me in behind you,” he says.

There’s no point in arguing, but I really don’t have the strength to do as he asked either.

“Get in yourself if you really want to.” It’s his fault my body is so heavy. I can barely move.

“Watch your mouth before I fill it.” My lips part, and my pussy twinges.

I may no longer be a virgin, but I’m not experienced, and I’ve certainly never done that . He stops rubbing my shoulders, and I growl in frustration. My eyes stay closed, but soft thuds mark his clothes hitting the floor as he strips. The basin is really too small for us both, but that doesn’t stop him from squishing in behind me.

My body is about a third of the size of his, maybe even less, and I fit between his powerful thighs. I don’t relax right away, tense with the intimacy of the position and his naked body at my back, but he pulls me against his wet chest, and I relax into what is now cool skin compared to the hot water.

“This is comfortable to you?” he asks. “I’m burning my dick off.”

“Yeah, it’s good," I answer, ignoring his dick and how much I want more of it. His hands move over my body, soaping as he goes, and I struggle not to moan. I don’t want him to know just how good it feels when he touches me like this. I’m just insane from sleep deprivation , I tell myself. He skates soap across every inch of me, saving my pussy for last. He’s so gentle as he cleans me, the slightly swollen flash stinging with his touch, but he doesn’t put the soap there. I hiss slightly, and he shushes me.

“It’s okay, Muffin. Be good for me.”

Being good for him means lying still and letting him continue making everything feel amazing, so that’s what I do. His cock hardens at my back, and while it makes me wet and hungry for another round, I don’t even rub against it. I’m too relaxed. Have I ever relaxed before? Is this why other people aren’t so miserable?

His one hand finds my breast, and the other slips down, this time not to soothe my pussy, but to play with it. His fingers touch that spot, and I don’t really understand why it feels a million times better when he does it than the one time I tried, but I don’t argue with that either. My hips sway, and it would take more effort to keep them still than to allow them to respond to him.

“This is the prettiest pussy,” he tells me. His lips touch my ear, my neck. “You’re so lovely, Muffin. Thank you for having your first orgasm on my dick.”

I moan as his fingers pick up their circular pattern, drawing the pleasure out until my hips are shaking between laps. He reaches down slightly farther and fits one finger inside my sore opening. I whine as he does it, not sure that the stimulation is worth the pain. He makes a humming sound as he slips in deeper, finding another place inside me that feels unbelievable, though entirely different. I recognize the pleasure that pushed me over the edge on his cock.

The soreness fades to the pleasure of his fingers stroking me. There’s a building sensation deep inside, and despite the pain of losing my virginity so recently, I find myself desperate for him to take me again. Hell, I bet it wouldn’t even hurt much in this soothing hot water. He could spread me out how he liked and fuck me right now, but I don’t ask him. There are still some shreds of my self-respect left, aren’t there? Somewhere deeper than his cock, maybe?

Tears prick my eyes as he prepares to put me out of my misery. One hand spreads me while the other holds him steady, and he enters me. My guilt overwhelms my sense of peace. He’s giving me exactly what I want, and it shouldn’t feel like hot, sweet, relief. It should feel like a betrayal. He may not have killed my family, but he knows who did. He killed Granny. I shouldn’t be doing this willingly.

He goes slow enough, but it’s still a snug fit as he pulls me tight on top of his lap. Everything about it is gentle, his hands, the way he nudges forward, but it burns. He’s so big that the stretch is absurd, and with the bathwater for a little additional lubrication, he’s bolder about shoving himself deeper. A minute later, I’ve taken all of him, and I’m seated flat against him.

My thighs lie against his. His balls press against my soft bits. He’s so large inside me. There’s an uncomfortable sensation in my stomach like he’s moving my guts around. Every inch of me is touching part of him, and the intimacy of the position unnerves me. He spends a moment seated inside me before he wraps a hand around my throat. A spark of fear shoots through me. My pussy clenches tightly around him.

Instead of choking me to death, he holds me with a firm possessive hand. I’m not sure if it’s my exhaustion, the sex, or his fingers, but I feel like I might pass out. He’s everywhere around me and everything inside me.

“Have you thought about my proposal?” he asks, and God, he’s making me feel so incredible I have no chance of lying to him.

“More than the last time you asked,” I admit.

His fingers flex, but it only adds to the pleasure.

“You don’t have much time. I won’t wait forever,” he promises.

“This is waiting?” From everything I’ve heard about saving yourself until marriage, he’s thoroughly spoiled me.

“I could have been inside you the first day you came home last year, but you would have hated me for it. I’ve been so patient I might qualify for sainthood.” His fingers flex on the column of my throat, and I think he’s enjoying himself as a killer as well as a man.

“I hate you now ,” I argue, but I moan as I say it, and neither of us believes me, not really.

“Sure you do.”

He grabs my hips, firm but gentle, and uses the buoyancy to bounce me up and down on his cock with no effort. I moan as he works me over him, and I know I’ll hate myself for this later, but right now, I want it so bad. My hands grip the edge of the tub as my pleasure builds, and I’m so close to my second ever sexual release. Wolf is the only person to ever give this to me, and I can’t help that I’ve become partially addicted.

A few more times on his dick and I might not be able to kick it.

He reaches around, fingers on that spot I like so much, and rubs until I’m moaning so loud I’m screaming. My pussy pulses around his cock, and his fingers play me like a damn fiddle. This orgasm is so much harder than the first time, a tear of overstimulation trails down my cheek.

“Please, mercy,” I whine as he keeps fucking and his finger keeps moving.

“Sorry, Muffin. Not this time. I need to come. Hang on tight.”

I squeeze the edge as he thrusts harder, and I whine. “Oh my God.” I’ve never felt anything like this, never imagined it either.

“You’re going to call me Wolf while I come.”

He thrusts even harder, the rhythm punishing, painful. He hits something deep inside me that is so intense it’s very nearly agonizing. He growls behind me as he fucks, taking everything he wants from me.

“I’m about to come. Say it.”

When I don’t immediately respond, he grips my chin from behind. “Say it.”

“Wolf.”

“Again.”

“Wolf.”

He makes the most beautiful sound as he comes, deep and animalistic, but full of a pleasure that compliments my body. The heat fills my insides and soothes the ragged feeling and stinging left by his penetration. I’m not trying to make a baby, but his cum feels right inside me.

“What if you get me pregnant, Wolf?” I ask, voicing my fears for him to soothe like everything else.

“You’re my wife, Muffin. I’m fine with that.”

I want to complain, but you really can’t argue with crazy, and I’m too tired to try. Maybe there’s part of me that even likes it. I float on top of him as he thrusts a few more times and then slowly slides out of me. He washes his cum clean, and though he’s not trying to make me jump, I do all the same.

“I want to go to bed,” I tell him, feeling like he’s taking his sweet time when I’m so exhausted I’m disconnected from my body.

“Okay. I can make that happen,” he agrees.

He climbs out of the tub first and grabs a few towels that are most certainly not mine. He pulls me out next and then wraps both around me. They are so big and soft, so fluffy I feel like a baby animal or something. He leaves himself dripping wet and rubs me all over to make sure that I’m dry.

Wolf scoops me into his arms and takes me directly to my bedroom. He’s been watching me for so long, it’s no surprise he knows I never switched to the big room. He lays me down in bed, still naked, and wraps me in my blanket. The second I’m warm and cozy, my eyes are already falling shut. My exhaustion is a physical pain, and I can’t hold on any longer.

My eyes have already closed when he says, “I’ll take care of Bobby before I go. Sorry about making you move the cop’s body, Muffin. Think about wearing that ring soon, huh? I’m not going to stay patient much longer.”

I’m not sure I want to live without this either.