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He was merciless, driving her higher and higher up a cliff she’d never climbed.

It was thrilling and overwhelming. She had an idea of what lay at the end, but this was unknown and scary.

Then it hit like a roller coaster peaking at the top just before a steep, fast descent, and she fell with a long keening cry as she was unable to stop it or slow it down.

Her legs quivered and shook as her core spasmed in uncontrolled waves.

It felt surreal as Wolf raised himself over her body.

She watched as he took a plastic square from his wallet before shedding his jeans.

His cock was hard and proud. She noticed the wide mushroom head had a darker color, and a drop of fluid appeared at the tip before he rolled the thin latex over it.

Then he came down on her and kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth.

She tasted herself on his lips, sweet and salt and musk.

He lined himself up and pushed inside her body in one firm stroke. She gasped in surprise. She knew he wasn’t a small man, but she didn’t expect this level of discomfort.

“Christ,” he growled as he held himself rigidly still. “You a virgin?”

“No?”

He paused, his eyes darkening. “Baby, do not tease me. Either you are or you aren’t.” A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on his handsome face. He didn’t withdraw, but the sting of his entry faded. His body shook with the effort of holding back.

Jazz swallowed. This conversation was awkward as hell with her lying there spread-eagle and penetrated so completely. “I… I had an encounter in college when I was twenty. I thought I was the last virgin on campus, and I had this friend who helped me out with it.”

“What do you mean?”

She thought the heat from her face would leave burns.

“I made a decision, kinda spur of the moment, and… well… just got rid of my virginity one afternoon during exams. It wasn’t at all what the books said it was.

It hurt like hell, and he had a lot of trouble with…

he didn’t last very long. We did it a few more times, but neither of us enjoyed it, or at least I didn’t, so… um… that’s it.”

He stared. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

She shook her head.

“So, you’ve never had an orgasm? Not even making yourself come?”

Jazz covered her face with her hands trying to shield herself from embarrassment. “I’ve never really thought about doing it again, but the last time you were here, you touched me, and… I… um… kinda liked it.” Could her face get any redder? “I liked… what you just did too.”

“So, that was your first orgasm?”

“Yes?”

He let her question/answer go. “That’s good, because I’m gonna do it again.

” He flexed inside her, and her eyes opened wide at the unfamiliar sensation.

“I’m gonna do this again too. A lot. This is your only chance to tell me to stop, ’cause I’m going to give you another orgasm, and then I’m gonna come myself.

In case you haven’t guessed yet, this is not a one-shot deal.

When I said I was staying—” He leaned down closer, his breath puffing against her lips. “—I meant I was staying .”

Her belly hummed with energy, ready to be released. This was Wolf, the man she had crushed on for years. Naked. In her bed. Merged deep inside her.

Did she want this?

Yes. Yes, she did. More than anything in her life, she wanted this.

“Aye, aye, captain.”

* * *

Wolf stared down at the small form curled against him.

Her bed wasn’t very big, and they barely fit on its frame.

Jazz’s blue hair lay across his bicep and he fingered a lock of it as she slept securely in his arms. Her light snoring proved to him how much he’d worn her out, and he smiled in satisfaction.

He’d held himself back as long as he could, but when she bowed up under him and he felt her pussy spasm around his cock, he let go and had the most gratifying experience he ever remembered.

No guile, no subterfuge, no strings, just pure unencumbered pleasure.

Something that was rare in his world. He was sure she would be sore tomorrow, and he made a mental note to be extra gentle with her.

For the longest time, he’d found her awkwardness around him cute.

He’d known she had a crush on him and was both flattered and amused.

Then he’d discovered her side hobby with the scammer thing.

He was impressed with her smarts and her willingness to help people.

Her work ethic and care for the people around her despite having a seriously unsupportive family was remarkable.

There were depths to her character he had yet to plumb, and he looked forward to seeing what was next.

It also helped that she was a sci-fi nut.

He glanced over at the bookcase in the bedroom.

Classic hardcovers mixed in with well-loved paperbacks.

Philip K. Dick, Douglas Adams, Hugh Howey, some authors he recognized, and some he didn’t.

Wolf smiled as he thought about the coming months.

It would be interesting for sure. He could see them reading and discussing their favorite books together, watching movies with popcorn, then going at it like rabbits until neither of them could move.

It was a nice picture, one that never appealed to him before, but he found he liked it.

He liked it a lot.

Yeah, the others in the club would probably make fun of him, but he really didn’t care. Jazz fit him in more ways than he ever thought a woman could, and for the first time, he saw a future that included someone else.

Jazz stirred and frowned. “Need to put more chalk on the grill.”

Wolf pressed his lips together to keep from laughing and waking her. So, she was a sleep-talker too? Excellent.

“What are you cooking, baby?” he whispered.

“Parachutes.” She rolled over and snorted.

With a grin, he snuggled her close.

Yeah, this lone wolf wanted to be domesticated.