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CODY

The second she opened the door for me, I had her up and in my arms, her feet clear of the floor. I walked forward, kicking the door shut with my boot.

“Sugar.” I breathed in her scent. It soothed my wolf and me. “Fuck, I missed you.” I had, even though it had only been since dinner. I’d missed it because of her father’s fuck-all and now I wanted to eat her.

She tucked her face beneath my chin, and her breath feathered against my skin through my shirt.

“You talked with him?” I asked.

“Yelled,” she corrected. “We yelled.”

I didn’t like that, that she and her dad were at odds .

“Want to tell me about it?”

She sighed. “Pretty much, I want you. That’s all that matters.”

My dick pressed painfully against my jeans at her words. “Say it again.”

Tilting her head back, her eyes met mine. Held. “I want you, Cody McIntire.”

Fuck me, I’d been waiting for her to say exactly that!

I didn’t ease up on my hold on her as I spied the couch and went to it and settled with her on my lap. She straddled my thighs and her dark hair fell like a curtain around her face. I wanted to touch her and hold her while we talked–instead of wrapping those silky strands around my fingers and giving a little tug–so my hands settled on her hips.

My dick wanted to skip this part and jump right to the fucking because that was definitely what was happening tonight, but one thing I knew about this relationship? It was fucking complicated.

But this? The connection between us? Simple.

This time, when she was in my arms, she didn’t say “fuck me” or any other term that indicated sex. She said she wanted me.

Her dad may have shaken our relationship a bit, but maybe it also made it stronger .

I was it for her. This was what she was saying.

Fucking finally.

She scooted back on my thighs, so she could– fuck!– open my belt and get to my dick.

I lifted my hips, and she pushed the denim and boxers beneath down my hips enough so I sprang free.

Then she slithered down to her knees between mine on the carpet. My little virgin temptress.

My hand stroked over her head, through her hair, and gripped. Her gaze lifted to mine, went blurry from the slight tug.

Fuck me. Seeing her on her knees before me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Almost.

“You wanna suck my dick, sugar?”

She nodded although my hold didn’t give her much play.

“Naked,” I said. “You do it bare.”

Heat flared in her gaze, and I released my hold on her. Slowly, she pushed to her feet then shed her clothes. It wasn’t a sexy strip tease. There was no skilled motions, only Riley sharing all of herself with me.

I gripped the base of my dick and stroked it root to tip, pearly drops of pre-cum seeping from the slit and sliding down the wide crown as I watched. Pert tits, slim waist, full hips and that pussy…pink lipped and glistening.

When her top, jeans, bra, and panties… everything was in a pile at her feet, I crooked a finger on my free hand. My wolf practically howled when she settled back on the rug between my knees.

Swiping my thumb through the pre-cum, I held it out. “Suck.”

That hot, little mouth closed around it, tongue swirling and getting my taste.

Fuck, I wasn’t going to last if she kept that up.

I pulled my thumb free, raised my arms to settle along the back of her couch, so she knew she could have her way with me.

That plan was a good one until she took me into her mouth as far as she could. I ripped the cushions and instinctually thrust up, so I ended up in the back of her throat.

She popped off and wiped her mouth, eyes on mine.

I growled. Growled. “Fuck, sugar. That mouth feels like heaven, but the next time I come it’s going to be balls deep in that virgin pussy.”

Grabbing her wrist, I tugged her up with the intention of carrying her into her bedroom and gently rid her of her virginity .

But she had other ideas. She pushed at my chest, and I let her ease me back. She ripped my shirt open, popping the snaps off all at once. I obliged, shrugging out of it. Before I could stop her, she gripped my dick, rose up on her knees and–

“ FUCK! ”

She’d lowered herself down, and I was inside her. Only a few inches, but she. was. fucking. me.

“Sugar,” I warned. No, snarled. “This was not how this was supposed to go. Fuck,” I muttered again. Sweat broke out on my brow as I tried not to thrust my hips up again.

“You want to fuck me in bed, missionary,” she began. “You’d do rose petals and what not because I’m a virgin.”

She had me pretty pegged. “No rose petals but definitely in a bed. Definitely missionary, so I could watch you take me for the first time.”

With her hands on my shoulders, she said, “This might be my first time, but I don’t want any of that. I get to control my narrative. And you can watch me take you just like this.”

Her hips started to move, taking me deeper into her soaked pussy millimeter by millimeter. “I’ve seen your primal side, Cody. I want it. I want that part of you. ”

“You’re going to be sore. I’m big, and you’re… shit, so fucking tight.”

I was going to die from dick-in-pussy torture. From the sweetest, tightest, wettest wonderland.

“Vibrator.”

“What?” I could barely process a normal thought right now.

“I’ve had silicone in me. But” –she swiveled her hips– “nothing as big as you. Still, you’re not going to hurt me.”

I remained still as I studied her. Sweating. Jaw clenched. The leash I was on was about ready to snap. Damn the nearly full moon!

“You sure, sugar? You only get one first time.”

She nodded, and I was done. D.O.N.E.

“You’re going to be sore no matter what because you want me wild? You’ll get wild.”

Then I pulled her down on me as I thrust up. Filling her completely.

“Cody!” she screamed as her inner walls rippled around me as she finally, finally took me into her.

I was home for the first time ever.