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Eleven

Emily

Wolf’s bedroom.

This feels like a dream.

Wolf walks us to the bed, laying me down and then following when I don’t let go of him, his body pressing me into the mattress. I love how much bigger than me he is, how strong and sure. I can feel his cock pressing against me even through the layers of clothing separating us and it makes me ache. He feels huge against me. Enormous, even—not that I’m an expert. But it sends both nerves and a thrilling anticipation running through me.

His mouth moves from mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his beard scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. I hope it leaves marks. I don’t really understand it, but I want Wolf’s marks on me.

“Emily,” he moans softly against my collarbone, his hands sliding up my sides and taking my sweater along for the ride. “Need to see you, little one.”

Holy hell, the things it does to me when he calls me that. Like my skin is ablaze and my heart is going a million miles an hour and I’m humming and buzzing.

I nod and lift my arms above my head, arching up enough that he can tug my sweater off. His eyes go stormy, dark gray and glittering as he takes in my bare skin. His gaze lingers on my small breasts, still covered by my lacy black bralette. I blush feverishly under his gaze, but he grins at me before dragging his nose down between my breasts.

“Don’t be shy with me, little one. You never need to be shy with me. You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect. Gonna take such good care of you, Em.”

He slowly slides his hand to the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a flick of his fingers. He nudges the fabric away, my nipples beading almost painfully under Wolf’s gaze. He groans, his eyes locked on me.

“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and rough. “So beautiful.”

“They’re really small,” I say, and I’m not sure why I do. Am I apologizing? Pointing out the obvious?

“They’re fucking perfect,” he growls, and then gently takes one of my nipples in his mouth. I gasp, my back arching as he sucks, his tongue swirling around me. It’s like there’s a direct link between my nipples and my clit that I was not expecting. He lavishes attention on one breast, licking and kissing, sucking and biting, then the other, his hands cupping and squeezing, thumbs flicking over my nipples until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“Wolf,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair as I hang onto him. “That feels so good. Yes, Daddy.”

I gasp and then freeze when I realize what I’ve just said. Oh, god. Embarrassment rushes through me, making my skin hot and itchy, making me wish I could rewind to before I said the cringiest thing ever.

But when Wolf’s gaze meets mine, his thumb coasting over my nipple, back and forth, back and forth, I can see the searing heat there. The possession. The need.

“That’s right, little one,” he rasps, dragging his mouth over my nipple. “Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”

Oh. My. God. I might come right here on the spot.

“You like that, don’t you? Me calling you little one, you calling me Daddy.”

I nod shakily and he kisses my nipples again. “I do. It…makes me feel all hot and achy.”

“It’s because you were meant to be mine, Emily. You were made for me.”

He lowers his head back to my breasts, licking and sucking and kissing. My panties are soaked through. I’m so wet that I can smell it.

“You’re so sensitive. So responsive. Such a good girl for me.”

My entire pussy convulses at his words, and I grind up into him, moaning and gasping.

“More,” I pant out. “Please. More.”

Wolf rises to his knees between my legs and then reaches behind him, pushing off my boots with ease before slowly opening the button on my pants. “You say stop and everything stops.”

I nod, but he shakes his head.

“I need the words, Emily.”

I smile up at him. “If I say stop, everything stops.”

“Good girl. Lift your hips up.”

I do, and then he tugs down my pants and my soaked panties in one smooth motion. I press my knees together, shyness and lust unlike anything I’ve ever felt warring inside me. I want this, more than I’ve wanted anything, even with the nerves winding me up tight.

“You don’t have to hide yourself from me,” Wolf says softly, running his hands up the outsides of my bare thighs. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking lovely, Em. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I saw you. Every thought I have, every beat of my heart, every breath in and out of my lungs is tinged with you. All I think about is your freckles and the sound of your laugh, your graceful body and the way you smell like sunshine. Your glorious hair and pretty eyes and fierce determination. I will never not be obsessed with you. With making you feel good. With taking care of you. You’re it for me, Em.” His chest heaves, even though his deep voice is low, soothing. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I nod shakily. “I’m yours, Wolf.”

He strokes my thighs again. “Show me. Show me what’s mine, little one.”

Slowly, I spread my legs, my skin hot, my heart wild. Wolf groans, a deep rumble that I feel right in the centre of me. His gaze is hot and reverent, chasing away my self-consciousness.

“Look at you,” he rasps, his hands on my knees, holding me open for him with a firm but gentle grip. “You’re glistening right now. So pink and swollen. Dripping.” He slowly runs just the tip of one thick finger through my slit, making me gasp. “Is all this sweetness for me?”

I’m shaking as I nod. “Every drop.”

Apparently that was the right thing to say, because Wolf lets out the hottest growling sound I’ve ever heard, and then whips his shirt off over his head. I’m stunned into silence at the sight before me. Wolf is roped with muscle, thick and wide, his chest covered in a smattering of dark hair that arrows down over his chiseled stomach and into his pants. Every single part of him is huge. His shoulders. His biceps. His pecs. The sheer width of him.

I love it. I love it as much as his deep voice, his occasionally gruff demeanor, his stormy gray eyes, the ferocity with which he plays the game that he loves.

And in this moment, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I don’t care what my brother will say, or that a lot of people will tell me Wolf’s too old for me. Everything about this feels right.

He flicks open the top button on his jeans but doesn’t move to lower his zipper, denying me a glimpse of what I want to see more than anything. Instead, he steps back from the bed and walks toward his bedroom door, where he unhooks a large mirror from the back of it. I watch as he positions it at the foot of the bed, angling it so that it reflects my naked body back at me.

My lips part as I study the girl in the mirror. I don’t even recognize her. My hair’s a mess from Wolf’s hands. My lips are swollen and red. My neck has faint red marks on it from his beard. My nipples are hard, my bare pussy on display.

I look debauched. I look sexy.

Wolf settles on the bed behind me, sitting against the headboard.

“Come here, little one,” he says, and I turn and crawl towards him on the mattress. His eyes glitter with dark approval as he watches me. Once I’m close enough, he hauls me into his lap and kisses me. The feeling of his hands on my bare back, my hips, my ass, is electric, and I moan into his mouth as he fucks me with his tongue.

“What’s the mirror for?” I ask, tipping my head back as he drags his mouth up and down my throat.

“So that we can both watch as I spread you wide and play with your pretty little pussy.”

I gasp and then moan, my hips bucking at his words. He chuckles darkly.

“Does my little one like when I say filthy things to her?”

I nod and writhe against him. “I think I do. I don’t know anything, Wolf. I don’t know what I’m doing or what I need or…or…”

“Shhh. It’s okay, Em. I’ve got you. You don’t need to know anything. All you have to do is trust me. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“I do. Yes. I trust you, Wolf.”

“Then turn around and face the mirror, resting your back on my chest.”

I settle against him, unable to look away from our reflection in the mirror. He’s so much bigger than me it’s almost obscene looking.

He gently guides my legs apart.“Spread wide for me, little one. As wide as you can.”

I push my legs apart until I’m practically in a split, leaving me gloriously on display. There’s a gentle, familiar pull on my inner thigh muscles, and a part of me is pleased at getting to show off my hard-won flexibility. I can see every single bit of my pussy, and Wolf was right. I’m glistening. I’m pink and swollen.

Wolf lets out a low groan, kissing my neck. “Look at that perfect cunt. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s all yours, Daddy.”

He groans again and cups me with one big hand, covering me entirely. “Good girl.” He spreads me even wider with his thumb and index finger, pulling my lips apart. “The most beautiful pussy in the fucking world. Gorgeous.” We both watch as fresh wetness trickles out of my hole, and he dips his finger, gathering it up and rubbing it around the outside of my lips, teasing me. “Daddy’s going to take such good care of this sweet virgin pussy, little one.” He rubs the outside of my pussy with long, teasing strokes, circling me, working me up even more than I thought was possible.

“Oh, god,” I breathe as his fingers skim over my throbbing clit, barely grazing me. The sight of Wolf’s massive hand on me is undoing me, changing me, re-orienting my entire world.

“So fucking sexy, Em. You want me to touch your clit? Play with it and stroke it?”

“Please, yes, please,” I beg, and he kisses my shoulder, chuckling softly.

“What do you like, little one?” he asks. “Up and down, like this?” He drags his fingers over my clit, and my hips buck. “Back and forth?” He changes directions, working my clit. “Or maybe little circles?” He swipes his fingers through the pool of wetness gathered at my opening and then starts circling my clit.

“Yes! Yes, like that,” I moan, pressing back into him. “That feels so good, Wolf. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll play with your pussy whenever you want. You feel so good on my fingers. So hot and silky. So fucking wet. It’s my job to take care of your pussy now, little one. My job to make you come as often as you want.”

I bite my lip and whimper as he keeps working my clit with those slow circles, my eyes glued to the movement of his hand between my legs in the mirror. A part of me still can’t believe this is happening.

“It feels so good,” I gasp, my hips moving completely on their own. I don’t think I could stay still right now if I tried. Wolf’s big fingers rubbing my clit feel too good.

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he groans, pressing his hips forward. I can feel the outline of him pressed against the small of my back. “You look incredible spread open for me like this. Such a good girl, letting Daddy play with your wet little pussy.”

Wolf’s fingers are relentless on my clit and my skin is hot and tingling, my entire body taut with the need to come.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you, little one. No fucking clue how filthy I want to be with you. I’m obsessed.”

“Tell me. Please. Tell me everything. Every dirty thought. Every fantasy. I want to know.”

He strums my clit. “I watched you, you know. In the shower. I didn’t just hear you. I watched you use that shower head to get yourself off and it was so fucking hot that I came in my pants. That’s what you do to me. That’s the depth of my obsession with you.”

My clit pulses against his fingers at his admission, and I know I should see it as a red flag, but I don’t. Because I know that if the roles were reversed, I would’ve touched myself to Wolf in the shower, especially if I heard him moaning my name.

“That’s so hot, Daddy,” I gasp. “I like that you watched me and that I made you come in your pants. That makes me feel…so sexy.”

“You are sexy,” he growls, his fingers moving a little faster. “Sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

I whimper, my hips bucking into his touch. His words are setting me on fire, igniting something deep within me.

“I want to lick every inch of this perfect virgin cunt,” he groans. His fingers dip down to my dripping entrance, gathering my juices, then sliding back up to my clit. “I want to shove my tongue in your tiny little untouched hole and taste every single part of you.”

“Wolf!” I moan loudly at his filthy, unchecked words.

“I want to feel you come all over my face, little one. Over and over again.”

His words are crude. Explicit. Shocking, even. And they’re driving me wild. They’re turning me into a feral creature I don’t quite recognize. I never knew I had this inside me, this dirty girl who wants to do depraved things with a much older, incredibly sexy man.

But I like it.

I grind against his hand, letting my body take over. Letting instinct and what feels good guide me.

“And then, once you’re sopping wet from my mouth and your cum, I’m going to slide my cock into you, Emily. I want to feel this tight little virgin pussy gripping me. Milking me. I’ll go slow, inch by inch, until you’re begging me for more. Until you’re ready to take all eight inches of me in your tiny little cunt.”

“Put your fingers in me,” I whine, needing the sensation to go with his words. He slides one finger inside of me, slowly filling me up. I’m so wet that he slips right in without any resistance. My pussy flutters around him, and he groans, slowly moving in and out.

“More,” I pant, chasing his finger with my hips. But instead of giving me what I want, he fucks me a few more times with that single finger, and then slides all the way out.

“I don’t want to risk tearing your cherry like that and getting your virgin blood on my fingers,” he says, petting my clit in long, teasing strokes. “It belongs smeared all over my cock because you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I moan, and I don’t recognize the low, guttural sound that comes out of me. The things he’s saying should shock me. Even repel me. But they don’t. They only draw me in closer, only make me hungrier for more.

I’m so wet now that his fingers slide over my clit with ease, and there’s a hot tightness low in my belly that keeps growing, burning hotter, twisting tighter.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in every position imaginable? On every single surface in this goddamn penthouse?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve thought about it,” I admit, and he groans, circling my throbbing, swollen clit. My thighs are starting to burn with the stretch, but I don’t dare close them. I can’t take my eyes off of us in the mirror, off of his hand moving between my obscenely spread legs. I’m so wet that I can hear his hand moving over my pussy.

“You make me crazy, Emily. I’ve never felt this way before. Never wanted to claim and fuck and mark the way I do with you.”

“Mark?”

“Mark. I want to leave bruises on your hips, bite marks on your thighs. I want the entire world to know that you’re mine. You belong to me, little one. Only me.”

“Only you,” I say, the words catching in my throat as I start to come. My pussy convulses in hard, long spasms as it clenches at nothing, making me feel empty even as waves of pleasure crash over me. I’m desperate to be filled. Desperate to be stretched around him. It’s a feral hunger inside me, made only stronger by the pulses of my orgasm wracking my body.

“That’s it, little one. Come for me. Such a good girl, coming so hard on Daddy’s fingers.”

I feel like a ball of yarn, unraveling more and more by the second, loose and free and undefined. Ready to be made into something new.