Chapter 12 #4
“Bring it on, puck girl.”
“Puck girl. Now, you’re insulting me?”
“Oh, that’s not an insult. That’s a compliment. It means you’re a formidable woman. Through. And. Through.”
“Mmm… You’re right about that,” I cooed the words while rubbing my palm down his chest, taking his cock into my hand. As I wrapped one leg around his, I placed the tip against my wet pussy lips. I was the one to thrust my hips up, pushing a couple of inches inside.
His laugh continued, his actions as controlled as he was with the puck on the ice. Waiting for the perfect moment. When he decided it was time, he thrust his cock deep inside.
This time, I didn’t bother hiding my scream, enjoying the sound I made while his cock stretched my pussy muscles.
“So damn tight. You’ve been hungering for a long time.” He pulled out, driving into me again. While his actions were completely controlled, I could tell by the look in his eyes that wouldn’t last long.
I wrapped my other leg around him, entwining my feet. “You’re right, which means I get what I want.”
“We’ll see.”
There was something about the look on his face that kept me captivated, a deeper hunger than simply enjoying passion. I gripped his arms while he took his time easing almost all the way out, teasing me by sliding his cock in with slow precision.
The sensations were red-hot and keeping every part of me dancing with heated current. We rocked together, the force he used keeping the excitement at the forefront. The headboard was driven into the wall making a spectacular racket.
We were pulled together, the heat of our bodies swirling around us. As before, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry, enjoying the moment shared while we stared into each other’s eyes.
He was so vigorous, every muscle one to study and measure for sheer perfection. There was nothing like the crazed look in his eyes and once again, I was drawn back into the fantasy. Almost wishing he would chase me through a forest.
Did that make me a primal being or just a little bit kinky?
“Mmm… What’s so funny?” As he slowed, he lowered his head and while his cock pulsed inside, he pressed his lips against mine.
“Just a dream I had. A dark, demented fantasy. In the woods.”
“About me?”
I rolled my eyes, but he responded by cupping my jaw, ensuring I was forced to look at him. For a split second, I noticed an entirely different emotion. As if he was worried about whatever creative images that had formed in my mind.
“Don’t worry. They suited your wolfman personality.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Very much so.”
“Then you’ll need to share the details.” He rolled me over without pause, forcing me to ride him.
I pressed my fists against his chest, bucking against him while he remained unmoving. “Not a chance. My private fantasy about some heartthrob.”
“The one who thinks he’s more awesome than a bag of chips?”
This time, I hung my head, draping my hair across his shoulder. “Exactly. But he can be controlled.”
Every time he allowed a deep, guttural laugh, a series of vibrations made me feel even more alive. He turned me over once again, now with my head hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. As he yanked one leg around him, he rubbed his fingers down my thigh while kissing my knee.
This time as he fucked me, I was immediately thrown into a pool of sensations, my heart thudding as the excitement continued to build.
There was nothing like the feel of his cock buried deep inside or the way I could detect his rapid heartbeat.
But more than anything, I would remember the dazzling look in his eyes.
While his actions became rougher, pushing my boundaries while driving me closer to an orgasm, I could swear I witnessed the release of his wolf.
Just for a brief few seconds, just enough to introduce himself. To let me know he was an important part of the man I was fucking.
Maybe this was all a dream, a crazy break in the way the universe worked. This time two weeks ago, I’d known monsters existed, but they were in the form of human men pretending to be caring and nurturing, all while needing to control and destroy.
Not from a man who prowled the woods, once searching for food but now hoping for acceptance.
The thought was profound, making the experience that much more joyful. With every brutal stroke, I was pushed closer to ecstasy.
That’s what Ford wanted, refusing to give in to his needs until mine were satisfied. Nothing about this man fell into line with what I’d expected, which made him far too interesting.
When an orgasm finally came, I cinched my eyes shut, clawing his arms while my pussy throbbed.
“Yes. Yes…” The words were whispered, scattered as I struggled to breathe.
With time all but tossed out, I fell into a sweet lull while coming down from the high just seconds before he finally released.
As he filled me with his seed, I wondered how I’d manage to shove aside the desires while working with him, traveling with him.
Somehow, I’d find a way.
This was a one-night thing after all. Nothing could come of it.
That was one promise I would keep.