Chapter 2 #4
I wanted to come. Badly. With the hands of an alpha on my bare flesh.
The fabric moved faster and the orgasm I wanted to push away so badly raged forth.
I tried to think of anything to keep it at bay, but nothing worked.
I thought about the fact that he was a wolf shifter, but that only seemed to escalate the rising heat between my thighs.
He was a monster, a criminal, but right now he was so focused on forcing my release that nothing could stop my orgasm from breaking over me like a sudden storm.
His movements were so rough that my clit burned red hot. Even though it was painful, the arousal in my core only seemed to clench tighter. At some point, it started to become far more pleasurable than I expected, molding together with the pain and becoming something far stronger altogether.
His movements were so rough, so different than the gentle feeling of my own fingers between my thighs.
I’d never felt the touch of a man there before him. Ever.
Held captive, I drowned in the roughness of it. There was nothing gentle about the way he rubbed my clit with my panties. He forced my pleasure forth and before long, I felt like I was tiptoeing on the edge of a cliff about to fall off at any moment.
I moaned out loud for the first time.
“You’re going to come for me, little human. I’m not going to give you a choice,” he warned, and my nipples throbbed hot just as I arched into the growing sensation between my thighs.
“Please don’t!” I yelped. Even as I said the words, I was unsure if I actually wanted more, for him to be rougher, or if I really wanted him to stop.
Fuck.
It only got more intense after that.
Just when I thought he couldn’t get any rougher, he did. He rubbed my clit with ruthless obsession, forcing my orgasm whether I wanted it or not.
But I did.
I was going to come. Hard.
With my clit burning from the constantly rubbing cloth of my panties, I fell off that edge into the strongest orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
My own fingers paled in comparison. Even my little egg-shaped bullet vibrator couldn’t hold a candle to this single forced orgasm at the hands of an alpha wolf.
With a pitiful cry, I arched upward just as my thighs began to tremble. I fell deep into the blissful chasm of mind-rending pleasure. I closed my eyes, the light of the moon becoming far too bright to behold, but that wasn’t all I was hiding from.
I didn’t want to see the look of victory in his eyes when he saw what I looked like when I came for him.
My orgasm went on longer than it ever had before. My core twisted tight, and my clit pulsed with scalding hot sensation. My pussy clenched down hard, my inner walls fluttering with need.
I felt so empty.
I wanted to feel him inside me.
I’d played with a dildo before all by myself in a dark room. I blushed at the vision of what it might have looked like when I fucked myself with that toy.
All of a sudden, I felt the need to take his cock deep inside me. I was so needy that I lost focus of everything else entirely.
My thighs continued to tremble as my release went on and just when it reached its peak, my eyes rolled back in my head.
My orgasms had always been quiet. I’d never been a screamer.
Until now.
Until him.
I lost control and I writhed, screaming my pleasure along with it. White fiery ecstasy pulsed through me and when it finally released me from its wondrous captivity, I was left panting and breathless and utterly exhausted.
Oh, fuck.
That felt good.
“You will ask me to take off your panties, little one,” he demanded.
Wait. What?
I blinked, still caught in the flowery haze of bliss of that orgasm. Even though my clit throbbed with both pain and pleasure, it wasn’t enough to make me ask for something so shameful.
I shook my head.
“No,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming.
His other hand worked between my thighs, dipping down to my entrance. Very slowly, he pressed two fingers inside me, carefully keeping the fabric of my panties snugly pinched between them.
I cried out, so caught off guard to suddenly feel his fingers inside my pussy. I hated that it felt so insanely good.
“This little pussy is so very tight. Tell me, am I the first man to touch it?”
I flushed hard. He didn’t need to know I was a virgin.
I was twenty-five, but I’d never had time for a man or the patience for one.
Men my age were immature, obsessed with partying and getting with as many girls as humanly possible.
That hadn’t been enough to hold my interest, so I’d never sought one out.
Lawson grinned with conquest.
“I thought so,” he murmured knowingly, and I blanched as his fingers slid inside me even deeper. I cried out as he slowly pushed into me, his fingers feeling far larger than the one toy I’d been brave enough to play with in the privacy of my own bedroom.
“As punishment, my bad little girl, you’re going to come for me again,” he threatened.
“I can’t,” I squeaked.
I’d never come more than once in my life. I’d attempted it just once and my clit had been far too sensitive to the touch to even dare it. I’d given up almost as soon as I had started.
“Do you think it’s up to you, naughty girl?”
He began to fuck me roughly with his thick fingers, using his other hand to jerk my panties back and forth. When he placed a thumb over top of the fabric that covered my clit, I knew I was lost.
I cried out as that familiar painful sensation returned, but this time I couldn’t escape it. This time it wasn’t my own fingers in charge, but his.
My inner walls clutched greedily at his fingers, either wanting them deeper or needing to push them out. My nipples hardened even more than I thought possible, aching and pulsing from his punishing bite still. My nostrils flared as I tried to draw in air and my heart pounded in my chest.
The agony between my legs only grew more intense. This time, the pain far outweighed the pleasure. When I would have stopped, he pushed past it and just when it felt like it was too much to bear, my body relented, and I shattered.
I thought I’d come hard the first time.
The second one devastated me.
His fingers moved roughly between my thighs, and I felt every ridge, every knuckle, every inch of friction from the thickness of those masterful digits.
He fucked me with them hard. He wasn’t gentle and they hurt too.
My pussy couldn’t seem to get used to the girth of those fingers and it burned hot as they constantly stretched me open.
The cloth fabric of my soaked panties still roughly rubbed against my clit, and I couldn’t hold off the onslaught of pleasure even if I’d tried.
I screamed from the very beginning. My legs shook and I tried to close them, but it didn’t matter. He jerked the fabric so much harder, so much more roughly, and I responded with far more intensity than I could have ever prepared for.
My throat started to grow hoarse, but the drowning abyss of my release continued. This orgasm felt as if a knife was twisting deep in my core, threatening to tear me open and render me entirely defenseless and utterly wrecked.
“Oh, please!” I screamed, my pussy clamping down around his fingers like a vise. My body held him firmly, but still he pushed past that tightness and fucked me with those fingers hard enough that I knew I would be sore long after he was through with me.
My release lasted far longer than I thought it would and when it finally started to fade away, I was left a whimpering mess of well-satisfied woman. My body slumped into the bed, all fight drained away and I just focused on the effort it took to draw one breath after another into my lungs.
I’d come two times in a row.
I closed my eyes, just trying to calm down. My heart pounded in my chest so hard that I thought it would fly right out. My blood rushed so swiftly through my veins that it sounded like a surging river in my head.
I was worn out. I hadn’t been able to sleep before, but I was certain that I would be able to now. I’d be able to sleep like a goddamn baby. I was that tired.
“I’m going to give you one last chance, bad girl. Ask me to remove your panties.”