Wolf Castle (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I wake some hours later. It is completely dark in my room. My body feels so incredibly relaxed and comfortable.

The memory of earlier makes me blush. I am no longer a virgin. I cannot believe it.

I reach down between my legs to explore my flesh. I am tender down there, and moist too. I imagine that I feel different, but I don’t quite know how. I can’t help but touch myself.

As I stroke my pussy lips, I remember how Uncle Max held my legs wide open earlier while he ravaged me. His big cock was inside me. He took my virginity. My breath catches as I savor this delicious fact.

The memory of him possessively fucking me makes me so horny. My breathing gets faster as moments of his lovemaking flash through my mind. What did that look like?

It must have turned the other men on so much. No wonder Uncle Karl couldn’t resist touching me in the bath afterwards.

The way he had used that sponge on me had been so erotic. And he had watched me all throughout like he wanted to eat me up.

My fingers work up and down my slick channel faster and faster. But my orgasm won’t come. Eventually I groan in frustration and sit upright in my bed.

What is wrong with me? Why is my body insisting on further satisfaction after I have already had such incredible orgasms earlier?

I find myself getting out of bed and putting on the nearest thing to hand – a short silken robe.

Uncle Karl wanted me badly. I had seen the tent his dick had made in his pants. Right now I want nothing more than to find him.

I am only going to be here for a few days. I cannot bear to go back without having made love to Uncle Karl.

I want him inside me. I need him so badly. I want him to make me scream.

Even though I haven’t figured out what I will say to him if I find him, I slip out of my room, my heart pounding.