Wolf.e: A Dark MC Romance
Wolf.e: Chapter 24

I watch Brinley behind the shower glass as she rinses her hair. She has no idea how close she came to death. How lucky she is I saved her life…

“She has to die. You know that?” Jake asks

“Clean this up,” I tell Robby and two prospects, gesturing to the pathetic corpse face down on the tarp. “And send this one back with the extra set of balls in his mouth, sew them in then safety pin the note to his lips, let them all know this is what’s coming to them if they touch anyone we care about again.”

“You want me to go after that little sprite, boss?” Kai asks, nodding his head toward the woods where Brinley took off. I don’t like that he calls her sprite—a good girl. Something about their assumptions just pisses me off.

“Fuck, she’s Layla’s friend,” Ax says.

“It’s gotta be done,” Jake tells him.

“Fuck.” Ax runs a hand over his beard. “If you have to do it, do it quick.”

I shake my head. The only thing I can think is, not her.

“No. No one touches Brinley,” I order. “She’s mine to handle,” I say over my shoulder, making sure every one of them nods before I push through the screen door and go after her.

The sigh Brinley lets out in the steamy bathroom pulls me back to reality. For the second time in forty-eight hours, I’ve witnessed her face something traumatic, and yet here she is, standing before me in all her naked glory like it hasn’t fazed her.

Her body is something I simply can’t look away from. I didn’t plan to stay when I came in to check on her after I ended my phone call with Ax, but the moment I saw the water rushing over those perfect full tits and down to her soft, curvy waist, I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

My eyes feast and catalogue every single curve, every part of her. Shapely thighs that filter up to the prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on, and a full, perfect ass that curves up to her lower back with a soft dip that begs for my hands. And just as I suspected, not one tattoo, not one piercing.

She’s a blank canvas. One I will mark up, repeatedly, in every place I can.

My cock throbs against my zipper as she wrings out her hair, smoothing her hands over her body, her perfect pink nipples hardened to little points begging for my teeth. Brinley squeezes hotel body wash into her palm and begins to wash her shoulders, suds skimming over her, clinging to her the way the ocean outside laps at the shore. My brow furrows as I realize it’s going to fuck up the way she smells and I hate that.

As she lifts her gaze to me and runs both hands over her tits, chasing the suds away, I unbuckle my jeans without thought. I’ve known full well since the first second I laid eyes on her that this woman is in unchartered waters for me. The moment I allow myself to cum with her name on my lips, I will be fully giving in to this obsession, and that time is now.

I free my cock, it bobs out from my boxers and points straight at her. I spit into my palm and grip it before she even notices what I’m doing. And notice she does the second she shuts off the shower and looks over at me. My cock has never been harder or angrier after her visual torture. Her eyes take in my size first, then move with wide curiosity to the wrung of six barbells that line the underside of my shaft, forming a ladder. I instantly know she has no idea what to do with it or why, but she’ll understand soon enough. Her eyes show her interest and tell me she’s never seen any kind of a piercing on a man before and I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Come here,” I demand as she wraps a towel around her body. Her face appears unsure, but her eyes tell a different story. Her eyes tell me she wants whatever I have to offer her, but her proper upbringing makes her fight the urge to look at me.

“Look,” I tell her, nodding down. “Look what you do to me, Brinley Rose,” I say, slowly pumping my rock-hard cock as she stands in front of me.

Brinley’s eyes widen even more as she watches and the blush I crave slinks up her throat. I look down at her, so vulnerable, so clean in front of me that the urge I have to dirty her right up takes over as I run my thumb along her juicy bottom lip.

“That must have hurt, why do you have those?” She asks about my piercings, not understanding that pain is not something I shy from, in fact, I crave it. Her eyes have the hint of sass I’m starting to make my life’s mission to bring out of her.

I smirk back and slide one finger between her still slick breasts, unhooking the towel from her. It lands on the floor as I continue working my cock. She licks her lips, and pre-cum begins to leak for her at the sight.

“The pain is the point. Someday soon, when I let your tight little cunt take my cock, you’ll understand the reward for that pain.”

She swallows, her smug little smirk gone, her face serious, and the fear I crave is back in her eyes. All of this combined is too much for me.

I use my boot clad foot to spread the towel out and then tap it twice with my heavy boot and wait. It’s been… fuck, I don’t remember the last time I had my cock in a woman’s mouth. The idea overwhelms me as Brinley understands me instantly and drops to her knees.

Brinley shivers, cold from exiting the shower and her nipples pearl even more. She lets her gaze move up and down my cock slowly, then back up to me.

“Guess I’m just here to serve you then, master?” she says, her darker tone spikes my blood, like a hit to the vein, and I know this woman is fucking dangerous for me—she wants my wrath.

Brinley takes my cock in her small hand and runs a finger down the barbells, one by one. I slide my thumb down to her bottom lip, holding it open, her tongue moves involuntarily, and her big blue eyes look up, focusing on me through her lashes. The sight pushes me over the edge.

“There’s the wicked girl I want,” I say back, and she moans, confirming how eager she is.

I tap the head of my cock against her pillow soft lips, my voice growing even more commanding. “Open.”

She slips her tongue out, licking the pre-cum that waits for her. My eyes threaten to roll back.

“Now suck,” I order.

Brinley listens, attempting to play with the crown of my dick, and I groan as her tongue darts out, swirling over every single barbell. I feel her moan and it hums through my entire body. I look down at her, noticing the way she squeezes her thighs together and clenches her free hand in her lap. I grin, someday very soon she’ll admit, out loud, how badly she wants me.

“You haven’t given much head before, have you?” I ask with a smirk, because it’s obvious. When her eyes look up to mine, she shakes her head slightly with my cock stillin her mouth.

Fucking Christ. I’m happy as fuck to teach her.

“Hollow your cheeks out.” I give a light tug to her jaw. “Loosen up here. Don’t just lick. Swallow my cock, hummingbird,” I say, my voice full of gravel and lust. She has no idea what she’s doing but it’s still the best blow job I can remember.

She does what I say, her tongue making intentional, languid flicks as she attempts to take me deep. I hit the back of her throat at the halfway point. She gags and sputters around me. Her hand sits at my base, her fingers barely touch, and she can’t even get her mouth to meet her hand.

The sight of it urges me to fill all her holes that I know I’m too big for.

“That’s it, use your tongue,” I tell her as she gets herself into a rhythm. I slide my hands into her hair to help her. Brinley gags again, drool leaking down her chin when I hit the back of her throat.

I’m done attempting to take it easy, I’m too far gone. Her hot mouth wrapped around me is my kryptonite. Using the grip on her hair, I allow my thumbs to slide down her jaw and hold it open as wide as I can.

Brinley gags and I love it. I only grow harder with her struggle.

“Get used to taking all of me,” I grunt. “Your pretty little face while I’m fucking your throat just became my new favorite view.”

Brinley sputters more, she chokes, but I don’t let up. I hit the back of her throat again and again without ceasing. For how long? I have no idea. I continue to pull myself out slowly then drive back in, just to revel in the feel. I’m desperate to last even one more second. Every thought I’ve had of her since the first moment I saw her sitting in the sun brims to the surface, the mix of fear and want in her eyes. There is no line between them.

She moans and whimpers, moving her body, rolling her hips and squeezing her thighs as I hold myself at the back of her throat for a beat.

“Slide your hand down to that sweet pussy, use yourself. You will come when I do,” I tell her, knowing it won’t take her long. Brinley’s eyes grow wide, and fuck, it’s enough to make me want to come all over her. I watch entranced as she carefully, almost gracefully slides a finger down her core and pushes it into her dripping cunt.

“Don’t be so fucking polite. Take what you want. Add another,” I tell her.

She moans and does what I say, adding another finger then swiping it up to add pressure to her clit in small circles.

“Attagirl,” I say, sliding in and out of her throat as she finger fucks herself. I can tell she’s new at that too, but she knows what she wants, she just has to have the confidence to take it. I slide out, allowing her to take a breath, trying to control my need to ruin her. She doesn’t even fully inhale before I’m thrusting back in, but it’s what she wants. The sound of her soaking pussy fuels us both as her hips continue to move, bucking into her own hand as she closes in on her high. Drool trickles down her neck and my balls churn and tighten. I grow deeper down her throat as my release licks up my spine.

A ragged moan from her as she comes with my cock in her mouth is what does me in.

I pull back slightly and tap the swollen head of my cock on her lips, she just naturally sticks her fucking tongue out. I’m done for. I come, hard. She closes her eyes in anticipation as hot ropes jut out against her lips, her cheeks, her neck.

“Fuck, Brinley…” I growl. My cum drips from her swollen pouty lips and Brinley looks up at me. I’m still hard as fuck and leaking. I swipe the cum from the head of my cock with my thumb and shove it between her lips. She looks up at me with glassy eyes but sucks my thumb into her mouth.

My breathing shallows as I watch her. I don’t remember the last time I came this hard.

It’s not enough, the way she looks right now, I’m already desperate for more.

“My wicked girl, Brinley, you take every drop I offer. That’s what it means to be mine.”