เข้าสู่ระบบJared's POV
When I woke up, I could feel Zina grinding against me softly. Her hips were moving and she had her cheek pressed to my chest. I could feel that I was really hard.Damn mornings.
I had to stop myself from moaning, this girl. She was making my body heat up all over again. She was still naked and so was I.
Last night was amazing. The way she begged me to fuck her made me even more turned on. I wanted to go gently because it was my first time with her but when
she's literally begging me to fuck her harder I couldn't.That fact that she actually swore too, when she was still the Luna of the pack, she hardly swears. Like never but last night I guess she couldn't stop herself from swearing. I liked that side of her, she looked innocent but in bed she was a little sexy vixen.
Her pussy felt amazing. The way her walls tightened around me made me fuck her harder. Her moans were like music to my ears. I could hear them for the rest of eternity and intend too as well.
"Give me control Jared, please I promise to be gentle with her. I just want to hold her." I heard Red plead in my head.
"No Red, she's still not used to you. We don't want to overwhelm her right now, I promise when the time's right I will personally hand her over to you.
"Perfect, I will be waiting."
I blocked him out and focused on my baby girl. She quietly moaned again and placed her hands on my chest, I peeled my eyes open a little and she was straddling my lap with her hands placed on my chest. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open.
She looked absolutely beautiful. Her breasts were bouncing a little and her hair was all over the place.
I could feel her wetness on my thigh and couldn't take it anymore. I gripped her hips, lifted her up and lowered her onto my cock. The hotness of her pussy made me groan and I had to bite my lip from making too much noise.
Zina's mouth gaped open and she looked at me with wide eyes and a blush.
I gripped her hips tighter and bounced them a little.
She let out a little moan and turned a darker shade of red."What do you think you're playing at you little slut? Grinding on me while I sleep. Tsk. What a naughty girl."
I sat up a bit and pulled her hair back. Her neck was open to me and I began to kiss it up. There were already hickeys left there from last night, so I bit the spot that would bear my mark soon."
I got to her ear' "Daddy doesn't like naughty girls."She whimpered when I pulled her hair again. I didn't know if I was hurting her or if she whimpered in pleasure. I gently rubbed her hips and bounced them a little to make her try to forget the pain. That made her moan again and I smirk against her skin.
"Keep fucking moving then. It's your turn now." I roughly slammed into her one last time and she moaned. I kissed her neck and bit her skin. She gradually began to bounce on me and I moaned.
I could tell she didn't know what she was doing as her movements were hesitant. I loved that about her. She was so innocent with all this sexual stuff and didn't know anything about it. I intend to teach her.
Her hands gripped my shoulders and she bounced faster. Her moans got louder and she roughly scraped her nails down my back. Fuck. That was such a fucking turn on.
I placed my hand on her ass and began to knead it. Zina rocked her hips back and forth. I slapped her ass and she moaned louder and threw her head back.
"Yes, just like that little mate. Keep going."
She rocked her hips more before pushing me down so I laid on the bed. My eyes widened and I bit my lip. She looked down at me with lust-filled eyes and placed her
hands on my pecs. She looked absolutely phenomenal.Her chest was rising up and down quickly because of how hard she was breathing. Her cheeks were burning red and her tits were bouncing like crazy. The urge to just take her nipple in my mouth was insufferable.
She used one of her hands to move her hair out of her face before leaning down to capture my lips. I wrapped one of my hands around her waist and the other one in her hair. I began to fuck her as well. She moaned into my mouth and entwined her fingers into my hair. I did the same with her and used it to bring her closer.
I could feel her tighten around me and I slowed down my movement. Zina whined and bounced more. I wanted her to work for her orgasm. I wasn't going to give it to her. She had to do it herself.
She released my lips and sat up again. She leaned back so her hands were on my thigh and quickly bounced on my cock. This angle made it so I directly
hit her g-spot. She loved that and began to moan even louder and tighten around me.I knew I was close too, I had to try to get her underneath me if I was going to pull out of her before cumming.
I gripped her hips and turned us around. She grabbed my shoulders and looked up at me with wide eyes.
"My turn now darling."
She blushed. I gripped her leg and placed it on my shoulder. She was so flexible. I began to pound into her and this angle helped me go deeper. Zina was practically screaming her moans now they were so loud. I gripped her neck and squeezed it.
She bit her lip and opened her eyes. We continued
to stare into each other's eyes until she finally came.I continued to fuck her until I felt myself cum. I pulled out of her quickly and squirted my seeds on her chest.
We were both breathing heavily and her face was a bright red. I stood there for a while before scooping a bit of my cum up on my finger and putting it in her mouth. She sucked and licked it thoroughly before releasing my finger with a pop.
I smirked and slowly let her foot down onto the bed. She winced a little and I knew she was sore.
I got out of the bed and went to get a wet cloth. I came back and cleaned her up. I wiped her thighs and her stomach. I threw the cloth in my laundry basket and made sure to remember to clean that load myself.
I laid her down and looked at the time. 5am. Plenty of time until sunrise.
I lowered down my head and Zina widened her eyes. I chuckled and shook my head.
"No darling. I'm not going to eat you out." She blushed a little. "I'm just going to massage your muscles so they
aren't as sore."She nodded her head and then laid it back onto the pillows. I placed my hands on her thighs and began to massage them. She gasped and softly moaned. She opened them more and it was so hard to not lick or taste her right now.
I took a deep breath and reminded myself of what I was doing. You're making sure that Zina isn't sore, don't make her even more sore Jared.
I placed one kiss to that hickey-covered thigh and then moved onto the other one. I spent about 8 minutes massaging each of her thighs before moving up to her stomach.
I carefully rubbed it and then looked up at Zina's face. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, I still couldn't believe she was mine.
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