Super tight.
I pause and screw a finger into her instead, stretching her open to add a second, then a third. “You gonna be a good girl and take my big dick, Pink?”
“Try it again,” she encourages.
I apply pressure to her entrance again and this time the head slips in. She gasps and tightens, and I stop moving to give her time to get used to it.
“You okay?”
She gives a tiny nod. “Yeah.”
I brush her hair back from her face to see the side that’s visible. Her eyes are closed, mouth is open. I stay still until she relaxes and starts pushing her hips back to take me deeper.
“That’s it, babygirl.” I don’t dare let myself indulge in celebrating how good her tight pussy feels squeezing my cock like a fist. Now I’m cursing my bright idea of turning her face down, because I can’t watch her expression. I keep my focus on her, watching for signs of discomfort.
“Cole.”
“Yeah, Pink?”
“Let’s do this thing.”
I laugh and shove the rest of the way in. She gasps but finishes on a moan. I tangle my fingers in the back of her hair and make a fist. “Like that, baby?”
“More.”
Fuck, yeah.
I ease out and then push back in, checking my force at the last second to keep from slamming deep. Now I can’t stop the ripple of pleasure from running through me.
I’m awash in sensation: her scent up in my nose, the visual of her face down on the bed, the tight squeezing of her cunt around my dick. And all this under a full moon. It’s like being on ecstasy. I’ve never felt so good. So powerful. So... happy.
Fates. I’m happy.
I could be in deep shit with the pack and my dad for what I’m doing right now, and I don’t give a fuck. Nothing’s ever felt so right in my life.
My control starts to slip. I curse and release her hair, dropping my hands beside her head to brace myself and get a little more leverage. I snap my hips, slapping her ass with my loins, pushing in to the hilt with each thrust.
She grunts, her body sliding up until her shoulders hit my wrists. And now I have her pinned in place. Every thrust goes deeper, her cries grow louder. My vision blurs.
I fuck her fast and hard, making the bed slam against the wall, the mattress bounce with our weight.
Bailey’s making those porn sounds and my balls are drawn up so tight I can feel them in my low belly. My thighs shake. My teeth descend but I vow not to bite her.
Even though her bare shoulder practically begs me to.
“Bailey,” I croak.
“Oh my gawd, Cole.”
“You’d better fucking come when I do. Are you ready to come?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpers, reminding me she’s a virgin. She’s never finished with a cock inside her before.
That’s enough for me to get my bearings, close my mouth around the teeth and focus on her pleasure. I pull out and she whimpers.
I grab her hips and lift them until her knees come beneath her to support her. When she tries to stand on her hands, I push her torso back down. “Ass up, Pink.” I slap one buttcheek and stand on my knees behind her. I push into her juicy entrance again and grip her hips so I can fuck hard.
I get deeper this time and it’s glorious. I can’t slow down to enjoy it though. The moment I’m in, it’s over for me. My fingers dig into her flesh and I pound into her, forgetting to be gentle. Forgetting she’s a virgin.
Worst of all, forgetting she’s human. If I hurt her, it will last.
She soaks my cock, though. And when I yell, now, she comes all over it, her muscles pulsing around my length as I shoot my load into the condom.
My teeth leak the serum wolves use to permanently mark their mates, but I keep my mouth closed, my canines away from her flesh.
We both pant, our bodies still locked together, a sheen of perspiration coating our skin. Fuck, I think I was way too rough with her. I pull out and dispose of the condom, then find a washcloth, wet it and bring it back.
Bailey’s collapsed onto her belly on the towel on the bed, her naked body a glorious sight. I wipe between her legs and up her ass crack, cleaning off the lube and juices.
“Talk to me, Pink.” I roll her over.
She blinks up at me, contentedness radiating from her. “I’m good. So good. Are you?”
Relief pours through me. “So good,” I agree, falling down beside her.
And it’s true. For the first time since my mom left, probably since long before that, I’m soaring. Happy. Fulfilled.
Like I just found my calling and it’s making Bailey Sanchez scream.
Chapter 13
Bailey
I wake up every time I stir in the night because I become instantly aware of the large, muscled boy-man lying beside me. I mean wolf-man.