Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“You,” she pants.
I work the head of my cock into her, then reach around the front of her hips to stroke her clit as I press in, a centimeter at a time. I sense the moment she relaxes from bracing against the intrusion into pleasure. All the muscles in her back, ass, and pelvic floor give way to allow me in. Her pussy gushes arousal.
I sink two fingers inside her as I slowly pump my cock in and out of her ass.
“Oh Fate…Fate, Fate, Fate,” she croons.
“That’s right, beautiful. You’re taking my big wolf cock in your ass right now, aren’t you? Do you like that?”
“Yes.” It comes as a gasp. Her fingers fist the comforter.
I try not to slam in too hard as my excitement grows. I have to temper my need to dominate with the equal urge to care for my mate.
This isn’t punishment. I’ve hate-fucked her before, but I realize now that was hurting her. I may have wanted her pain–or thought I wanted it–but now that I’ve won her tears, I want to punch my own face in.
“Good girl,” I praise. “You’re taking me like a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
She opens even more for me. I add a third finger to her pussy, as my heart rate skyrockets.
“I’m gonna come in your ass, and then you’re going to sit on my lap while I feed you. Got it?” I say it like it’s punishment. It’s just pure dominance–letting her know she’s mine to fuck. Mine to claim. Mine to care for.
She lets out a cry, and I can’t wait any longer. I piston into her tight ass, my balls drawing up tight before I bury deep and release.
“Oh…oh!” she cries.
I groan, shuddering as the pump-action from my balls continues, and I spill even more cum into her.
Once I’m sure I won’t accidentally lose control and mark her, I lower my face to kiss her shoulder and neck and the side of her face. She twists her face, and I catch her lips in a passionate kiss.
“Good girl.”
Lotta
Good Girl.
Tonight’s the first time Asher’s used those words with me.
They should sound wrong coming from my student–my student!--but instead, they flood me with warmth.
Now that he’s softened, I see how much his anger affected me. It’s unnerving how much I crave approval from him. Before tonight I would’ve sworn up and down that I didn’t need it from him or anyone in this town, but it would’ve been a lie.
What I want from Asher is more than forgiveness or even sex.
I’m looking for something deeper. I’m looking for that spiritual connection. That sense that someone else sees and accepts me for who I am, not just who they want me to be.
I’ve had far too little of that in my life.
And this big, brutish man is starting to make me believe he does see me. He doesn’t accept me yet, but there’s knowledge. He pays attention. He responds to my moods. My needs.
And I shouldn’t want his acceptance, but dammit, I do.
I want his love. His approval. I want closure from the rift of our past. I want healing and wholeness with him.
Fuck.
I want everything.
And that is so wrong.
I can’t have everything. I learned that the hard way when I decided to eschew pack and become an artist.
I go limp as Asher eases out of me. He’s wrung so much pleasure out of me, I don’t know if I’d remember my ABC’s right now. He strokes his large palm down my spine, landing with a rough grip of my ass and then a gentle slap.
I’m in too much bliss to move. My asshole is sore, but my limbs are loose and heavy, and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.
It’s crazy how much I trust my body to a guy who hates me.
But he doesn’t completely hate me, does he?
“Up, baby.” Asher scoops my limp body into a roll, so I’m face up in his arms. He settles me on one thigh, my legs draped across his lap, so I can lean back against the circle of his arm.
It’s heaven.
I love being cradled and protected by his strength. Love being skin-to-skin with him in a post-sex languor. I love having his scent coating my body, so I can’t tell where his ends and mine begins.
I tuck my face against his neck and sigh. His dick twitches against my ass, reminding me where he just was. How dirty and dominant this now-gentle giant can be.
He tugs a tote bag closer to us and pulls out a loaf of what must be fresh-baked bread from Wolf Ridge Sweet Treats.
My stomach rumbles.
He hands it to me. “Here, open this and tear some off. There’s meat and cheese to go with it.” He pulls out an assortment of charcuterie items, including fresh organic raspberries, olives, artichokes and gourmet cheeses. Then he pours us each a glass of wine.