Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I push open my door to pull him into my room.

“No,” he says. “I want you in my bed.”

He scoops me into his arms and carries me down the corridor to his room. He kicks the door shut behind us.

His room is much larger than mine and magnificent, but I have no time to admire it as he carries me over to his massive bed and deposits me on its edge. He has intoxicated me. I am interested in looking at nothing but him.

I recall how his powerful body moved over me just yesterday, taking my virginity and making me writhe and moan. He is the reason I felt so wild and free last night with Jake and Anthony. He gave me the confidence to take what I wanted.

I get to my feet to stand beside him and I put my head against his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat fascinates me. His cock, hard for me, brushes against my hip. I sway my hips slightly from side to side, and he groans in satisfaction.

“Lie back on the bed,” he commands me.

I am trembling. Whether with passion or nerves I cannot tell. I lick my dry lips to moisten them, and I lay back on the edge of the bed.

“Raise your legs, bend your knees,” he instructs me.

I do it, tucking my heels beneath each buttock at the edge of the mattress. This forces my thighs apart slightly, but they are still closed enough that my pussy is protected from his gaze.

“Spread your legs,” he says hoarsely.

I spread them wide apart as he wishes, baring my moist sex to his hungry gaze, my pussy naked beneath my frilly skirts. I am not even sorry any more to have no underwear. I was meant to be naked for him.

He kneels on the floor beside the bed, bringing his head just above the level of my pussy. He bends his head over it and takes a deep breath, inhaling me in.

I spread my arms wide and clench at the bed sheets as I wait for his touch. I am tense now, and my pussy is clenched tight.

“Please, Uncle Max,” I whisper.

His fingers stroke softly over the skin of my inner thighs. And then his palms slip down to cup my buttocks, holding me spread open like a feast he wants to devour.

His fingers grip the cheeks of my ass hard. I gaze down at his head and powerfully muscled shoulders between my thighs. He hasn’t even touched my sex and yet I’m already panting heavily.

Then his head drops out of sight.

“Oh God!” I gasp.

His tongue runs down the slit between my pussy lips. He thrusts it inside my tight hole and feasts on me. His mouth is everywhere. His lips suck on my clit, his tongue strokes over it, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my tense little buttocks.

My back arches and my hips undulate with each movement of his mouth. Each sweep of his lips, each nibble, sends shocks like electricity racing up through my body. I gasp out loud and my nipples firm up into hard little peaks.

“Oh God,” I whisper as he drinks down the taste of me and smacks his lips.

I am close to coming. His tongue rasps firmly against my clit then sweeps around my folds and the entrance of my pussy. He sucks hard as his tongue circles my entrance.

I thrust my hips into his face and spasm and quiver as my orgasm approaches.

“I’m coming,” I cry out.

“Not yet,” he says harshly, taking his incredible mouth away and rising to his feet.

I groan in frustration. I wanted to come against his mouth. But then I feel his dick pressing against my tight opening.

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please put it in me, Uncle Max, I need it. I want it.”

“Where do you want it?” he growls. “Tell me you want it in your tight little pussy.”

“Yes. Deep inside me. I need to feel you there. Please fuck me now.”

My voice trembles, and my pussy quivers. I am still on the edge of climax and the feeling of him pressed against it is almost enough to make me come. My opening feels swollen, and I can feel the juices dribbling down onto the head of his cock.

He presses his cock into my hole, but he doesn’t thrust it all the way inside like I crave.

“Uncle Max, please,” I beg.

I try to wrap my legs around his hips, trying to draw him into me. But he holds them firmly in place until I stop squirming.

Then he drives into me as deep as he can go.

A howl escapes me as I come instantly, my pussy closing around his cock and milking it.

He continues to thrust into me deep and steady, driving my orgasm onwards. It rolls through me in waves, each growing in intensity.

“Come for me, baby,” he snarls, watching my face.

I can only moan in response and ram my pussy against his driving cock. Something more is building inside me. Jolts of pleasure are rocketing out from where we are joined and the friction of our movement.

With every clench of my body, I want him deeper inside me. I want him to own me.

He thrusts into me again and again and now his thumb descends onto my clit, drawing a small howl from me.

“It’s too much,” I cry out, as I teeter on the edge of another orgasm. “I can’t!”

“You can,” he insists.

He kisses me tenderly as his body slams into mine. He rips apart the bodice of my dress. His hands squeeze and palm my breasts, and he rolls my aching nipples between his fingers and his thumbs.

My body arches off the bed with cry of ecstasy. I grip his hard buttocks as those powerful muscles drive his cock deep into me.

“You’re so thick,” I gasp, as my orgasm makes my swollen pussy clench around his massive shaft.

With one last grunt he pounds his cock in a deep hard stroke into my quivering pussy. I feel his come spurt inside me over and over.

I wrap my legs around his buttocks to hold him inside me, and collapse back on the bed whispering, “Oh my God.”