Wolf Island (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)
Wolf Island: Chapter 14

I sit up on my knees, my ankles tucked under my butt. My back is slightly arched, my hardening nipples pointing at him. I see him admiring my chest, and I shiver in anticipation.

I dressed like this because I could not bear for him to reject me again.

And it is working. He has the look of a very horny, sexy man who wants what he is seeing. The gentle young man I knew is gone. He seems a stranger to me now. A gorgeous, sexy stranger, whose hard muscles turn me on beyond anything I’ve experienced.

I should feel shy in my flimsy lingerie, but his reaction to me makes me feel heady with my power over him. I thrust my breasts out towards him, showing him my body.

‘Tell me,’ he says roughly. “How did it feel? Riding Tyler as I watched?”

Heat flushes my cheeks. It is obvious he saw everything. My mouth dries up and I replace myself unable to answer.

“Did you enjoy having him between your legs, or did you wish it was me?”

“I… don’t know,” I say, unable to lie to him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m glad. Now that I know what you are really like, I’ll be happy to give you what you deserve.”

“Aeron,” I whisper. “I came here for you.”

“Of course you did, baby. You came to show me that divine body of yours.”

I want to object. I meant that I came to this island for him. But those words will change this moment, and I don’t want that.

I am growing slick and wet between my legs. He is standing a few feet away from the bed, his steely-blue eyes admiring my breasts, as if stripping me bare in his imagination. Though he doesn’t say a word, I know what he wants.

‘I came to show you these,” I whisper.

I grab the bottom of my camisole at my belly and pull it up and off my body, leaving me topless. My rounded, up-tilted breasts point directly at his eyes, which devour them. I arch my back, my hands on my parted thighs, offering my body for him to take.

He grits his jaw. He closes the distance between us so fast that my head spins. His hands reach for me, cupping my breasts, making me moan. I grab his wrists instinctively, feeling him fondle me, his thumbs rubbing circles on my nipples.

‘Mmm,’ I moan, thrusting my tits against his hands, my hips beginning to writhe as my body yearns for more.

I lean towards him, pushing my breasts out towards his face. The gleam in his eyes shows that he knows what I want. He takes my nipple deep into his wet mouth. He suckles it, stroking it with his rough tongue.

‘Aeron!’ I cry, pushing myself against his mouth.

His hands slip down my belly, and he cups the mound of my pussy. He grunts in satisfaction at feeling my soaked panties.

He grabs my buttocks and yanks me closer to him. He releases my nipple with a popping sound and takes the other one into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it, nibbling it, then gently scraping it with his teeth, making me squeal in lust.

He palms and squeezes my butt. He is on his knees on the bed and I am straddling him. I push my pelvis towards his, my aching pussy seeking and replaceing the rock hard bulge in his pants.

He feels so big, and I want him so badly. I yank at his t-shirt until he tugs it off. Impatiently, I pull his head to my breasts again. As he suckles me, I frenetically stroke his naked back. The feel of steely muscle beneath smooth skin drives me mad for him. All my shyness drops away and I slip my hand down between our bodies, frantically trying to slide my hands inside his shorts.

He pushes me down onto the mattress. He pulls off his shorts, revealing his big cock. The first cock I have ever seen in real life. It is as thick as my wrist, and on the domed head a drop of moisture glimmers in the dim light. My mouth drops open at the sight of it. I realize my lips are trembling, and I am panting almost hungrily.

I replace myself leaning over it, and then taking the head into my mouth. Aeron mutters an expletive, and his body stiffens. He grabs the back of my head instinctively, burying his fingers in my hair.

I swirl my tongue around the large tip and wrap my fingers and thumb around the base of his shaft, unable to close them fully around his girth. As I suckle him, I pump him in my hand, sliding his satin skin over the shaft inside, jerking it rhythmically. I seem to know what to do by instinct, because he lets out a deep groan of pure lust.

The sound of his pleasure sends a thrill running into my core. I suck the length of him into the vacuum of my mouth, opening my lips wide to take him in as deep as I can, reveling in how hard he is for me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “You’re so good at this.”

He palms and squeezes my tits roughly. And then he strokes his hand down the length of my belly to between my thighs. His fingertips slide into my panties and he replaces my clit. He rubs it, and I come instantly. My orgasm crashes through me, made even better by my tongue pressing against his shaft as I scream in pleasure.

He pushes me backwards onto the mattress. He presses his fingers between my legs, keeping intense pressure on my throbbing clit. I squeal and writhe at the intensity of the sensation, but he gives me no mercy, rubbing me hard as my pussy continues to spasm in orgasm.

I suck in deep breaths of air as my orgasm subsides. Tears of joy run down my cheeks at having come in his arms. He kisses me almost roughly, when I crave his tenderness.

“You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” he whispers against my lips.

He takes my hand and wraps it around his thick shaft. “You like making men hard for you?”

It is true. I am mesmerized by his manly body. His broad shoulders and his chiseled chest, tapering to narrow hips, his jutting hungry cock, and his powerful thick thighs. He is a God. I want to be his Goddess.

I pull his mouth down to mine, and his powerful tongue pushes into my mouth. I suck it with my lips, tasting him, simulating how my pussy wants to cling to his cock. I moan into the deep kiss, and wrap my legs around his hips, aching for him to claim me.

But he pushes me away from him, so that he can look down at my body. The shape of my naked tits, the pink, hard nipples pointing at him, my narrow waist flaring to my curvy hips. I arch my back, unable to stay still under the force of the appreciation I see in his eyes.

“Take off your panties,” he tells me.

I obey, yanking at the ribbons on either side and pulling the fabric away to reveal my clean shaven little mound.

“Spread your legs,” he says hoarsely. “Let me see you.”

I obey instantly, letting my thighs fall open. Spreading them wide. Being brazen. Wanting him to see all of me.

The cool air touches my inner lips and I know my little pink sex is opening up for him.

“So wet,” he murmurs. “So horny. Whoever taught you to fuck sure did a good job.”

“Nobody—“

“Don’t!” he says harshly. “Don’t lie.”

My lips tremble, and suddenly I feel on the verge of tears. He thinks I have done this with other men.

“I’m not,” I whisper.

“No?”

He cups my sex, as if testing me. I try to stay still as his finger travels along my slit. He replaces my clit and starts to massage my hard little nub, as if he knows exactly how to tease me to the brink of orgasm. The flesh there begins to burn intensely. It is like nothing I have ever felt before. It is not long before I am bucking my hips against his hand.

“You were saying?” he taunts.

But I can barely remember what I was saying. One of his hands is on my flat belly, holding me down on the bed. His other hand plays with my open, moist sex. I try to be still, but it is impossible. I am writhing and whimpering and my thighs are trembling. I feel on the verge of the most intense orgasm of my life, but he expertly strokes me without letting me come.

“Tell me what you want,” he says.

“I want to come, please. I want you on top of me. I want you inside me.”

He takes his hand away from me, and I moan at the loss of his touch.

He gives a short laugh, half anger, half acceptance. His eyes are distant.

“Please,” I beg.

“You want me like this?” he says, climbing on top of me and straddling my hips.

I nod desperately. He holds my wrists above my head with one strong hand, his large body pinning me to the bed. He begins flicking his tongue roughly across my taut nipples, making me cry out.

‘You love this,” he says. “Don’t you?”

“Yes!” I gasp. “I want you. I need you.”

My body twists vainly beneath him, and I feel his cock rub against my belly.

His breath hisses out from between his teeth and his blue eyes darken with intense desire.