Chapter 24 - Lara #3
I laugh as he chases me through to the bedroom, but the moment I spin around, the words die on my tongue because I see the look in his eyes.
The pure want in his expression floors me, and I reach for him, pulling him closer.
He kisses me, pushing me down onto the bed, but at the same time, he grabs the fabric of my dress and pulls it from my body.
I shiver as the air hits my skin, but it does nothing to cool me down.
Sitting directly in front of him, I quickly work the buttons on his pants until I can palm his cock through the fabric and pull him free. It’s already hard and bobs in front of my face, tempting me, so I reach out and lick the end, enjoying the way he hisses at the contact.
“Goddess, Lara,” he groans, trying to step back, but I hold him steady and wrap my lips around the head before he can move.
He’s big, far too big for my mouth, but I love it and want to try anyway.
He begins by resting his hands gently on my hair, but soon I feel them tighten, and he slowly flexes his hips.
I know he’s trying to hold back, but I want to feel him lose control.
I want to feel his strength. So, I suck him in harder, and I hear the rumble of a growl as he begins to slowly fuck my mouth deeper.
I take him in, loving the way he stretches me, and I have to adjust the angle to stop him from going too deep.
Suddenly, he pulls back, and I open my eyes to see him fisting his cock, his eyes burning pure gold.
He drops to his knees in front of me and pulls my underwear off, almost tearing it at the sides.
There’s nothing restrained about the way he lifts both my legs onto his shoulders, spreading me wide before dipping his head and spearing my channel with his tongue.
I’m already wet, and he laps it up, spreading it up to my clit and sucking hard.
He’s still sucking as he begins to add his fingers, first just one, but quickly two or three.
His hands are so big that the stretch feels intense. It’s everything I want.
He pumps his fingers in and out. I’ve lost track of how many he’s using because he’s sucking my clit so hard.
I grip his hair as I feel my orgasm building, and he chuckles against my clit as I begin to come apart; when he angles his fingers against my inner wall, I lose all control and come hard, screaming.
He doesn’t stop; he wrings every tremor from me until I’m begging him to stop; though as soon as he does and steps back, I protest.
He pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply, letting us taste ourselves for a moment until he spins me around so I’m kneeling on the bed with my butt up.
He palms the cheeks and drags some of the wetness up from my channel up to my most sensitive area, pressing one finger into the tight hole as I squirm.
He leans over and whispers, “Not tonight, but we’ll build up to it. ”
I shudder against him at the thought and find myself instinctively rocking back so his wet finger breaches the hole, and I roll my hips. He groans, “Ahh, good girl.” He says, pumping the finger and rubbing his cock through my folds, bracing himself at my entrance.
He doesn’t wait. I don’t think he can. He pushes inside with his finger still in my ass, and the tightness feels overwhelming.
I fist the covers as I feel every ridge of his cock and a whole new level of fullness.
I protest as he removes the finger and leans down to lay kisses across my back.
One hand comes around to cup my breasts as he buries himself to the hilt.
“We have all the time in the world to explore your delicate ass,” he murmurs against my neck, “tonight is about you becoming my mate; I’m going to fill you with my seed. ”
His hand drifts to my flat stomach, and the image of him filling me, giving me a baby, suddenly makes me want him even more. “I-I want that,” I tell him, “I want a baby.”
He pauses for a moment, and I wonder if I’ve said the wrong thing, but then he turns my cheek enough for him to kiss me deeply. “I want that more than anything.” He says, “I love you, I want to make you round and full with my child.”
I rock my hips back in answer, showing him how much I want it, and he responds with a thrust that tells me he’s harder than I’ve ever known him, and this isn’t going to be gentle. I don’t want gentle, I want Wilf.
And I get him. All of him. He sets a relentless pace, and I feel his cock bulging with every thrust, stretching me to the point of pain, but the pleasure is always more.
I feel his wolf close to the surface; I feel the claws he’s trying to restrain on my hips, and the sounds that sound less and less human as he slams into me from behind, but I’m not afraid.
He reaches around and runs circles on my clit, causing me to rear back, tilting my head, exposing my neck.
As my orgasm hits, I feel it—the mating bite.
He’s gentle but decisive; it’s sharp, but I don’t feel the pain because my orgasm hits.
I cry out as he pulls me against him, relentlessly slamming into me until I feel his cock swell, and he grinds out his own release, filling me with his seed as I beg for more.
I didn’t really understand the mating bond. I didn’t think it applied to humans, but as we both come back down, I feel it. I understand it.
And as Wilf pulls me into his arms, I know that I understand true love.
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THE END