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Twelve

Emily

Even though I’ve just come, I’m aching. Desperate for Wolf to fulfill all of his dirty promises. Earlier this evening, I’d thought we’d probably wait before blowing past all of my firsts, but now that I’m naked in his arms, now that I know just how much he wants me, waiting feels pointless. I want him inside me more than I want anything in the world right now.

“Wolf, please,” I say, my body limp and pliant against him as the last aftershocks of my intense orgasm pulse through me. “I need you. I need you to take me, to make me yours.”

He growls, a deep, possessive sound that makes my back arch and my pussy flutter. “Are you sure, little one? There’s no rush. I can wait as long as you need.”

“I’m so sure,” I say, exhaling the words in a rush. “Be my first, Wolf. Please.”

He strokes the side of my face tenderly, then kisses my neck. “If I’m your first, I’m going to be your last, Em. Once I’ve been inside you, I’m never letting you go.” He drops kisses over my shoulder. “So tell me one last time that you’re sure.”

I meet his eyes in the mirror, and a thrill shivers through me at the stark differences between us. He’s noticeably older. He’s twice my size. I’m pale and freckled all over while he’s darker, more olive-toned.

We look incredible together.

“I’m sure,” I say, and I watch emotions flicker over his face. Relief. Gratitude. Happiness.

He drags his mouth up my neck again. “Then lie back on the bed and let me make sure you’re ready.”

I do as he asks, settling myself on the pillows while Wolf moves between my spread legs. He kisses my breasts, my nipples, my stomach, my hips, his mouth sparking heat every place it touches. He slides down on the bed and spreads my legs even wider, kissing my thighs. I let out a squeak when his breath ghosts over my wet, swollen pussy. I can feel myself dripping.

“Fuck,” he breathes, inhaling deeply, scenting me. “Your little cunt is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Em. So pink and sweet. Such a cute little clit.” He kisses my clit, the touch of his mouth against me making my hips buck. He swirls his tongue over me slowly, licking all around my clit. “You taste so good, little one. So sweet and delicious on my tongue.” He keeps teasing my clit with long, slow licks, building me back up from the massive orgasm I had on his fingers.

“Wolf,” I sigh, sinking my fingers into his thick hair. “Yes. Please. Don’t stop. Your mouth feels so good.”

He dips his tongue lower, lapping at where I’m dripping for him. “Tiny little untouched pussy,” he says, licking me all over. “Need to make sure you’re nice and wet for me if you want to take this big cock.” He dips the tip of his tongue inside me. “You’re going to be so hot and tight around me.” And then he’s French kissing my pussy, and the rest of the world ceases to exist. Nothing else matters but the way Wolf is kissing me between my legs. He lets out a shuddery sigh that sounds like pure joy. “Wanted this from the moment I met you. Wanted you in my bed. By my side. At the centre of my life.”

“Wolf,” I moan, tears of happiness pricking at my eyes. “I’ve wanted this, too. I’ve wanted you. So much.”

He keeps kissing and licking me, his lips and tongue working my clit until it’s throbbing and desperate for release.

“Such a good girl for me, letting me kiss your gorgeous little pussy like this. Do you like having Daddy’s mouth on you?”

I nod and say something completely incoherent. I’m aroused beyond the point of words now. I’m desperate and needy.

“Daddy’s going to eat this pussy every day, little one. Going to take such good care of you. Make you feel so fucking good.” He licks me from entrance to clit. “I can’t get enough of your taste, Emily. Fuck. I want to gorge myself between your pretty thighs.”

He starts licking and kissing and sucking with more intensity, and the only sounds in the room are my ragged breaths and the obscene sound of his mouth working against my pussy. The wet slide of his tongue, the slurp of his lips is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice rough around the edges. “You’re soaking my face like the good girl you are.”

“It feels so good, Daddy,” I moan breathlessly, my hips moving as I grind my pussy into him.

“You’re so hot and soft and wet. Your swollen little clit feels perfect on my tongue, little one. Everything about you is perfect.”

I’m gripping his hair like it’s the only thing anchoring me as I writhe against his mouth. “I’m going to come again,” I gasp, my entire body taut. “You’re going to make me come.”

“Good girl,” he growls against my pussy. “Come on Daddy’s face. Show me how good I make you feel.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and polishes it with his tongue, and I go crashing over the edge. My pussy pulses and contracts in a wild flurry as my clit throbs in time with my heart. I can feel wetness dripping down from my entrance to my ass, and my entire pussy feels swollen. Pleasure ripples through me over and over again, the orgasm stealing my breath, my thoughts, everything. I’m nothing but sensation as I come and come against Wolf’s talented mouth.

He gradually gentles his licks and kisses, bringing me down soft and slow. My limbs are heavy, and I’m tingling from my scalp to my toes. I’m completely blissed out. Floating.

Wolf slowly kisses his way up my body, lingering over my breasts, at my throat, completely covering me as he supports himself on his forearms. “So beautiful. My sweet, gorgeous Emily,” he says softly, almost reverently.

“Wolf,” I sigh, still not able to believe this is real. He stands quickly, leaving me cold and bereft, but only long enough to shuck his jeans and boxers, his massive cock bobbing as he moves. It’s long and thick, with a beautifully flared head that looks angry and red at the moment. His balls are big and heavy, swaying slightly as he moves. A vein runs up the side of his cock, and a bead of moisture clings to the slit. “You weren’t kidding about eight inches,” I say, blushing and biting my lip. A twinge of nervousness pierces my blissful bubble, and I can tell that Wolf sees it. He eases himself down on top of me and kisses me gently, thoroughly, his cock hot and heavy against my thigh.

“We’ll make it fit, little one. We’ll go as slow as we need to.” He kisses me again, his tongue stroking languidly until my worries start to melt away. He pulls back and presses his forehead against mine. “Are you on birth control? I have condoms.”

“I am. I get the shots. When I’m dancing all the time, it’s helpful to not have a…a period.” I don’t know why saying that makes me feel so self-conscious. Wolf just had his mouth on my pussy. He’s a grown man who clearly understands that women menstruate.

“Then can I come inside you?” he asks, heat shimmering in his gray eyes.

I nod. “Yes. I want that. I want all of you, Daddy.”

He groans, an approving rumble that comes from deep in his chest, and then he takes his cock and starts rubbing it up and down my soaking wet slit, coating himself in me. I gasp and moan every time he slides over my sensitive, swollen clit.

“Take a nice, big breath for me,” he says softly, and then notches the head of his cock at my entrance. I wince slightly at how freaking massive it feels. “Take a breath, Em. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

His gaze holds mine as I slowly breathe in and out. Everything about this is overwhelming, and I let out a soft moan, my hips bucking against him.

“Shhh,” he murmurs. “Easy. We’re going to go slow. So, so slow.”

He pushes in slightly, and I tense, feeling the burning stretch of him at my entrance. He kisses me again, his tongue sliding against mine in deep, slow strokes that make my breathing relax. The feeling of Wolf’s mouth on mine soothes me like nothing else. It’s wild that we only kissed for the first time tonight and now I can’t imagine living without his mouth.

He sinks in, just an inch, maybe two, and it’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I gasp into his mouth, wrapping my legs around him and clinging to him. My nails are digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t seem to care. He breaks the kiss so that he can watch my face as he claims another inch of my stretched and swollen pussy.

“You’re doing so good, Em. So good for me.”

He stays there, not moving, for several long moments, kissing me, letting me stretch around him. It still stings and burns, but the feeling of him inside me is igniting something deep within me, too. Something hot and needy.

“More,” I moan when I can’t take it any longer. My pussy is dripping around him, and I don’t care if it hurts. I need him to fill me up. “Please. I need more.”

“Such a good fucking girl for me, taking this big cock in your tight little virgin pussy. Asking for me to fill you and stretch you. You feel incredible. Incredible, Em.” He thrusts his hips forward, giving me more of what I want, sinking in deeper. It hurts, but it also feels amazing. Tight and full and hot. His eyes meet mine, and I’ve never felt more connected to someone in my life.

“It feels so good,” I whisper shakily, still clinging to him.

“I’m almost all the way inside you. You’re going to take all of me on the first try, little one. Does it hurt?”

“A little. But it also feels amazing, Wolf.”

He kisses me and then presses his forehead to mine. “Just a little more, and then I’ll be balls deep in your tiny little cunt. Take another deep breath for me.”

I do, and as I inhale, he pulls almost all the way out, then on the exhale slides all the way inside me, not stopping until he’s buried deep and I can feel his balls pressing against my ass.

Holy. Shit. Wolf Hartley is inside me. Wolf Hartley is taking my virginity.

This can’t be real.

But it is. Somehow, it is.

His hips are flush against mine, his chest heaving. “You’re mine, Emily. You’re all mine.” He kisses me, soft and slow, and my body feels like a firework about to go off, like I’m going to explode and shoot across the sky.

I try to catalogue every tiny detail of this moment. I want to remember it forever. The feeling of being stretched around Wolf’s massive cock. The weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. The way his hips settle against mine. The heat and utter devotion shining in his gorgeous gray eyes. His hair, mussed from my hands while he ate me. The ragged sound of our breaths, mingling together in staccato puffs. The taste of his skin.

I want to live in this moment forever.

We stay like that for several long moments, just connected, not moving, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Still sore?” he asks gently, and when I take stock, I find that the painful ache has been replaced with a much more insistent one. I bite my lip and shake my head.

“No. I…I think I’m ready for you to move.”

He moans as he slowly pulls almost all the way out and then slides back in, just as slowly, taking his time filling me back up. I can feel the exquisite slide of him along my nerve endings, and there’s no more pain. Only heady, addictive pleasure.

We come together like two people who are used to using their bodies to create something. He starts to move faster, and I arch up into him, wanting him as deep as he can go. I wrap my arms and legs around him tighter, hating the tiny bit of space between us. I just want Wolf. To be his, for him to be mine, for our bodies to be as close as two bodies can be.

“I love you,” he murmurs as he starts to move faster, his cock thrusting in and out of me in long, deep pumps. “I love you, Emily.” His eyes are filled with emotion and tenderness so sweet and sharp that it takes my breath away, and I nod frantically as tears prick at my eyes.

“I love you, too, Wolf. I love you.”

It’s the most beautiful, most insane moment of my life. Last week, this man was a stranger to me, but in the span of just a few days, he’s become my everything.

He kisses me and fucks me, making my toes curl and my heart pound like hummingbird wings.

“We’ll figure everything out, Em. Where you are is where I want to be. That’s all that matters now. This. Us.”

I choke back a sob and hitch my legs higher on his waist, allowing him to sink in deeper. We both groan, and my eyes roll back in my head. The stretch is intense, but I’m so wet, so turned on, that there’s no pain. Only the pleasure of being stuffed full of Wolf’s massive cock.

“I can’t believe how we’ll you’re taking me, little one,” he says, his voice ragged. “Such a good fucking girl for me.”

“I love being your good girl. Your little one.”

“Of course you do. Because you were made for me. We were meant to happen, Em. You were meant to be mine.” He kisses me again as he fucks me into the mattress, the wet sound of his cock pumping into me filling the room.

Wolf’s cock feels like it’s rearranging me, it’s filling me so perfectly. So completely. I’m obscenely stretched, impaled. In this moment, Wolf Hartley owns me, body, heart, and soul. And he owns me not because he took, but because I willingly gave.

Every thrust of his cock has shockwaves of pleasure crashing through me. My entire body is humming, my blood buzzing in my veins as my pussy pulses around him, trying to pull him even deeper. His eyes meet mine as he fucks me, the glittering gray dark and possessive.

“You feel so fucking good, Emily. So hot and tight around my cock. Just like I knew you would.”

I arch up into him, his words twisting my insides like a physical touch, and I can’t help but moan in response. “You feel amazing, Wolf. So big and hard inside me.”

He growls, his hips moving faster, his cock pushing even deeper, making me gasp and buck up into him. He’s fucking me so hard now that he’s fucking the air right out of my lungs.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he pumps into me. “Your little pussy is so wet for me, Em. You’re dripping all over my cock and making such a mess.”

I can feel how wet I am. I can hear it, too, the way I squelch around him with every thrust. It’s obscene and vulgar and perfect. “I’m wet for you. You make me this way.”

He pulls back, slamming into me, his eyes dark with lust. “I’m going to come inside you, little one. I’m going to fill your tight little cunt with my cum. Tell me you want that.”

The thought of him coming inside me sends a wave of heat through my body. “Yes! Wolf, please. Please come inside me. I want to feel you.”

“Gonna mark you as mine with my cum,” he says roughly. His thrusts become even harder, more urgent. “And you’re going to come with me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock. I want you to milk the cum out of me with your tight little pussy.”

I’m already almost there, with tension simmering in my belly, my clit throbbing and desperate for attention. “Please, Daddy, yes. Fill me up with your cum.”

He reaches between us, his fingers finding my ridiculously swollen clit. He rubs it in quick, firm circles, and I become that firework. I explode into a thousand tiny sparkling pieces, soaring and glimmering as my body convulses. My pussy clamps down on Wolf’s thrusting cock as waves of pleasure crash over me. As I sparkle and glow and soar.

“Gonna come,” Wolf growls, and his body tenses, his muscles flexing gloriously as he starts to come. I can feel the heat of his cum as he spills inside me, again and again, filling me. Marking me. He groans again and collapses on top of me.

He’s shaking.

A little grin pulls at my lips. I made this massive man completely come undone. I did this.

“I love you, Emily,” he murmurs against my throat, his voice soft and tender.

Emotion clogs my throat, but I swallow it down. “I love you, too, Wolf.” It’s fast and it’s crazy, but I don’t care. I want to be with Wolf. I want this crazy connection between us.

He presses a gentle kiss to my lips before slowly and carefully pulling out of me. I wince slightly at the sudden loss of him, the emptiness. I already want him back inside me, filling me up. He must be able to read how I feel on my face, because he smiles softly and kisses the tip of my nose.

“I’ll be right back, little one.”

He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear the sound of water running. He returns a moment later with a warm, wet cloth. He gently cleans my pussy, wiping away the cum I can feel leaking out of me, washing my lips, my clit. It’s so tender. So caring.

It makes me want to do the same for him, so I sit up and take the cloth from him, then reach for his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with us. The cream is pink.

“That’s a good girl,” he rumbles, weaving a hand into my messy hair. “Clean your virgin blood off Daddy’s cock.”

I moan and bite my lip, my pussy spasming at his words as I gently work the cloth over his cock. I’m blushing furiously, but I’m also completely enthralled at his filthy words. I marked him, just like he marked me. I’m his and he’s mine, and we belong to each other now. Utterly and completely.

Wolf takes the cloth from me and tosses it into the hamper, and then pulls me into his arms, settling me against his chest. We don’t talk. We don’t need to.

I fall asleep to the soothing sound of Wolf’s heart beating against my cheek. Right where I belong.