Inexperienced human

FIONA'S POV.

A cold chill ran down my spine hearing those words; I couldn't go back home. I wouldn't, even if I had to go lower than being a sex slave. Of course, I didn't want to, that's not exactly what I want. But I’d take anything here than having to go back home.

However, he already had lots of mistresses before me; what could I possibly have to offer? What could I do?

I pulled it above my head, and then I did the same with my shorts, his eyes glued to my body, and yet in some way, I didn't feel irritated or offended.

As a matter of fact, I wasn't repulsed by his kiss, and even now, seeing his handsome face gaze through my skin made me excited; I intended to revel in the pleasure it beckoned to me.

“Go on now; we really don't have all day.” He spoke in a tone of urgency. I nodded, letting off at the hook of my bra, and I watched his gaze darken at the sight of my breasts. And I had done the same with my panties, revealing the brown, lush little strands of hair on my cunt.

He ran his tongue over his lips, pulling closer to me.

He grabbed my hair into his palms revealing my neckline and back. Slowly, he walked around, observing every inch of my body, as though mapping it out and memorizing it.

“Beautiful, you look marvelous Fiona” he breathed out, hearing those words, my heart raced in my chest; I didn't expect him to think like that, especially after seeing how I had been from constant beatings I had endured from my family.

“Please… go easy, I heard it hurts the very first time.” I pleaded. Trying to sound tough, although I knew I was breaking apart, I needed more.

“Are you scared?” He asked, finally letting go of my hair; his voice sounded rather hoarse, and his gaze had lust in it, hunger… greed.

I nodded slowly, but he smacked his lips; subconsciously my eyes had trailed down toward his pants, and I gasped, unable to coax my surprise! He had an erection! He was fucking hard! And what amazed me the most was his size. He looked huge even when it was still pressing hard against his pants, threatening to burst through the fabric at any moment.

“Relax; you can handle it.” He teased, lifting me into his arms and tossing me over to the bed.

“I can't… You look…huge.” I retorted from fright, knowing all that, could not possibly fit into me.

“You can. And you would.” He responded, marking a tone of finality, before gathering my senses; he locked his lips in mine once again, this time, my tits grazed across his chest, and I felt my body burn for intense pleasure.

I've never been kissed by a wolf; this was a new one for me. In fact, everything was a first for me, but I never believed it could feel this good; a sharp whimper cut through my lips as he bit against my earlobes slowly.

He pulled away, taking my tit into his lips, his eyes locked on mine. I didn't feel the need to shy away anymore; he trailed his finger over to the other, kneading slowly on them…

I couldn't control my moans; they increased along with my breath. My legs collapsed and unclasped, my knees buckled, and I could feel myself go weak between my thighs.

“I'm not having sex with you Fiona; don't get all tense.” He announced, for some reason, my heart sank in my chest; I didn't feel as relieved as I thought I would be.

I wanted to ask, why not? Because I was human? Or because I was inexperienced? But I couldn't; I didn't want to say something stupid to ruin the moment, not now.

My body shook as I suddenly became conscious, feeling his finger graze across my cunt… pressing against the tip.

“Fuck.” I slurred out, grabbing onto my hair. He knew what he was doing; I wasn't strange to this pleasure; I had touched myself a couple of times, but he was touching the sensitive spots of mine, both of my tits and my cunt. This man knew what he was doing. And instantly I regret not asking for sex.

Why had I been so stubborn?

“Relax…” he asked once again; the huskiness in his tone was doing things to me. I sucked in air through my teeth, arching my back as he increased his pace.

Rubbing his fingers in a rhythm around my G spot.

He bit slowly against my tits, pulling at them. I bucked my knees; I could feel my belly churn. I was almost at my climax; I tugged even harder at my hair, my eyes rolled in their sockets, and my tongue slid off! y los,

My voice echoed in the room without control; I could hear my own voice, shamelessly begging for more.

“There…Marcella there…” I groaned, feeling warmth lurk down to my belly, engulfing me in more pleasure.

“Fuck... I'm… I'm … I'm cumin Marcellus. I screamed. But he wouldn't pull away; warm liquid seared through my lap, squirting down towards his fingers, his chest and shirt soaked from it.

He pulled away from me, and I was suddenly engulfed by shame, realizing what I had just done in his name and begging like a dog in heat.

He grabbed a towel by the rope and dabbed his shirt and hands in it.

“That would be all.” He deadpanned, heading towards the door; his gaze was cold, and somehow, I was alarmed by this sudden reaction. Did I do too much? Or did he not like it?

“Wait,” I called out, stopping him to a halt.

“Did I do anything wrong?... I can try harder. I'll try again. I'll do anything, please.” I pleaded, desperate to be on his good side.

He had a cold glint in his eyes; neither could I tell what was going on in his head.

“You are right; you aren't good enough. Stay in your room, and I don't want to see you for a while; don't come looking for me. It was a waste of time; I guess I like my women... experienced.” He stormed out the door, but not before passing a bitter look in my direction, slamming the door in my face, leaving me speechless. I felt a sudden stab of pain in my heart as his words played in a continuous loop across my mind.