Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

The other three men kneel beside the couch and watch as Uncle Max tears my pink maid’s dress off with one powerful jerk of his hands, leaving me completely naked before him.

He tugs his shirt off, revealing his bare upper body rippling with muscles. I cannot help but place my small hand onto the hardness of his six pack, marveling at his strength.

He chuckles in delight. He guides my hand down over the fine layer of hair covering his lower stomach until my fingers trail through a thicker patch of hair lower down.

He unbuckles his pants and yanks them down, and the magnificence of his huge erection juts out.

I have never seen a cock before. It is so big.

He puts my hand on it and pumps it up and down. The skin is so velvety and yet underneath the shaft is hard as steel.

Something intoxicating seems to fill the air. Werewolf pheromones. I breath in their heady scent and my sex seems to pulse with a craving I have never felt before. I feel wetness leaking out of me.

The other men’s eyes are all on me, watching me give Uncle Max a hand job. I clench that big cock in my hand, trying to wrap my fingers around its girth, trying to please him.

Uncle Max gives a deep groan and yanks my hand away from him. He grabs my legs behind the knees and spreads my thighs apart.

He’s going to fuck me, I realize. He is going to fuck me now while all the others watch.

He places one of my legs against the back of the couch and the other leg onto his shoulder. I am spread wide open for these four men to see, like a wanton hussy, the kind my mom warned me to never be.

Embarrassment fills me. I place an arm over my breasts and try to cover up my pussy with my other hand.

“Uncover yourself,” commands Uncle Max.

The way he says it rings with a conviction that makes me drop my arms to either side of me. My hands clutch the soft leather of the couch instead of at my nakedness.

“Good girl,” he rasps.

His jaw is clenched as if he is barely in control of himself. If he were a stranger I might feel fear. But I don’t. This is Uncle Max. I have dreamed of him doing this to me.

He places the velvet head of his cock onto my pussy lips and presses them apart with it. He drags that thick dome up and down my slit, working me into a frenzy of sensation until I beg him for more. But he never lets it touch either my clitoris or the rim of my vagina, which I am desperate for him to push into.

“She’s a virgin,” says Anthony quietly. “I felt her hymen on my tongue.”

Uncle Max snarls at Anthony, as if he is angry that the other man felt my hymen first. Anthony looks surprised.

My cheeks flush red at Anthony’s words, and Uncle Max’s eyes fill with a possessive satisfaction.

“You want me inside you?” he says in a deep guttural voice. “Me.”

“Yes, Uncle Max. I want you.”

Finally he puts the massive head of his cock against the entrance of my vagina and pushes slowly.

I feel myself being stretched wide open, my pussy lips straining. Centimeter by centimeter, he thrusts in. My flesh is on fire at this touch. I couldn’t tell him to stop if wanted to.

I gaze into his eyes and see his intention to bury his full shaft inside me up to the balls. He moves steadily, continuing to slide in slowly and insistently.

“You’re so big,” I pant, my breasts trembling with each heaving breath.

The other three men are greedily watching, not daring to touch.

But I need them to. I need to them to make me wetter.

I look pleadingly at Karl. He gives a glance at Uncle Max, who is gritting his teeth with the effort of keeping from thrusting into me all at once. Uncle Max gives a small nod.

Karl reaches over to pinch and squeeze my nipples, and I whimper in relief. I see Jake shift behind us, so that he can clearly see Max driving his thick cock into my straining pussy. Jake’s face is reddened with lust and excitement.

“Please, I whisper.

He seems to know what I need. He reaches between my legs and pulls the inner lips of my pussy wide apart, stretching me so that the thick shaft invading me can inch in a little deeper.

His tugging arouses tremors of delight in my clit, and I squeal at the sensation that fills me. Still, it is not enough.

My clit is begging for attention. It wants the base of Uncle Max’s shaft rubbing against it, the friction from the rough hairs. But he is so big, that he is not fully in yet.

Anthony knows what I need even without me saying it. He slides his hand between my belly and Uncle Max’s. He puts two of his fingers on either side of my clit and rubs it firmly up and down.

As I groan in relief, Uncle Max gives one hard thrust of his powerful buttocks. I feel a flash of pain as his thick shaft drives into me all the way to the root.

He shouts a grunt of pleasure and thrusts at me again, making his big heavy balls slap against my ass.

He doesn’t give me any time to catch my breath. He grinds into me, teaching my pussy lips to stretch around his girth, and then he pulls out half of his cock and thrusts all the way back in, making me scream in pleasure.

My thighs close around his hips automatically but Uncle Jake and Anthony pull them wide apart, holding me open for Max to pound into to me. The friction of his thick shaft against my sensitive pussy drives me wild.

I hear myself crying out over and over as I get closer to orgasm. Tightness builds around my pussy and spreads through me. Karl fastens his mouth onto my nipple and sucks hard. His fingers twist my other nipple as my body writhes.

I come in a blinding rush of sensation, my entire body arching off the couch, my hips thrusting rampantly against Uncle Max.

He growls deep in his throat as my tight vagina clenches hard around his erection, milking it. Then with a shout of lust, he gives one last mighty thrust into me.

His seed spurts deep inside me. I instinctively wrap my thighs around him to hold him in place and my arms around his shoulders. My hands gently stroke his hair.

Afterwards he gathers me up into his strong arms and sits me on his lap. He strokes my back gently. His thick cock is still inside me, connecting us. I wrap my arms around his powerful neck, hugging him to me.

I can tell that the three other men are hugely aroused and that they want me too, but that they know that I am exhausted and they are willing to wait.

It is Uncle Karl who carries me back to my room. He runs me a hot bath and gently places me in it. He moves away and lay back and close my eyes.

I hear the gentle clink of crystal, and then he brings me a small glass of a steaming hot liquid.

“A relaxing tea,” he says.

I sip it slowly. It is delicious, and makes me feel slightly drowsy and filled with a sense of calm.

As I lay back, he strokes a soft sponge all over my body. He spends quite a lot of time running it over the curves of my breasts and between my thighs until I find myself humping my hips against his hand, wanting him to rub me there.

And so he does, very gently, stroking me from the entrance of my vagina to my clitoris, over and over until a gentle orgasm washes through me.

He lifts me out of the bath and dries me with a large fluffy towel. As he pats my face I worry about the mask, but it doesn’t budge even a millimeter.

He carries me to my bed and places me between the cool crisp sheets. I can see the hardness of his cock straining against his pants. I reach out to touch it, wanting to give him what he gave me.

He gently removes my hand.

“Later,” he promises, and softly kisses my lips before he leaves.