Chapter 3 - WOLF ME

I pressed the head of the vibrator against my heat. The initial rush of pleasure made my body shake along with the loud gasps. I couldn't help but racket. 

"Fück! It feels so good..." I moaned, squirming. Placing my fingers over my nub, I made a slow thrusting motion as I slowly let the tip of the shaft shape inside me, gasping, moaning at the sensations the thing was proffering me. "Shít..." I was breathless.

 I heard a low growl in the background, but I didn't care. I knew the wolf was watching me. I internally giggled. What could an animal do with it? I was having a solitary time with myself, bored and feeling horny. As if it would tell me on to its owner that I was pleasuring myself in his bedroom—but why did I think it was a He? 

"Oh, yes!" Like it was focusing on my internal pleasures, the object stimulated the inner front of my walls, setting my body on to a fiery flame. I was very close to the edge. 

Methodically, my hips circled around my hands as I fondled my breast, moaning with bliss, wracked with lust. I let my body lean further down the bed as the pleasure slaved my body with so much abandon as I thrust the thing in and out of me. I could feel how wet I became. The wet sounds, my moans, and my groans broke the silence of the house, even blocking my ears from the noises the wolf was creating while watching me. 

I imagined it was a real man's meat pounding deep inside me as I met the movement with heated passion. Squirming and gasping as I felt the building up of pleasure in my core, I put pressure on the vibe, further stimulating my inner walls, making my lower abdomen clench up tightly. 

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"Coming on a real Johnson would have been more satisfying..." said the voice. 

"Oh, Shít!!!" I squealed in shock, tossing the vibrator on the floor in the process. He startled me. I thought my heart plummeted down onto the floor.

I braced my legs deep against my chest to cover my nakedness.

Swallowing down thickly, I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, for I was so embarrassed I felt my whole body was painted in red. My ears still caught the sound of the vibrations... and then it was turned off.

No way! The man... the man must have picked up the object... which had been in me a minute ago! No! This must be a nightmare. I groaned, wishing the earth to open up and swallow me whole. 

"See what a mess you made?" The man's voice — so thick and deep—said.  "I'm enjoying the show. Forgive me for interrupting you." 

After taking a deep breath and looking at the man, I bit down on my lower lip. 

"I...I...Uhm," I momentarily got star-struck. He was drop-gorgeous. I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I-" 

"I see no reason for you to apologize. I'm in deep enjoyment just watching you pleasure yourself," he said. My breath once again got caught up.  

"You've been watching me?" I asked him in agape. I caught the movement of his tongue as it wet his lower lip, trying to suppress a smile. 

"I am," 

The way his dark eyes scanned my bare skin felt like he was touching me with those hands. And I just realized he was only wearing boxer shorts. Was he pleasuring himself while I was doing it? And where did the wolf go?

Grabbing a pillow to cover my body, I looked around for the wolf. 

"The wolf. Where is it?"

"I am," he answered. 

I looked at him with twisted brows. The corner of his upper lip quirked up in an enigmatic smile; his eyes hid the deepest emotions I couldn't begin to understand. He could have told me he was the generous owner of the house, the man who sheltered me for a night, but a wolf? He said he was the wolf?

 And before I could stop myself, I convulsed with laughter. It tickled me to the bone and my stomach hurt. 

"A wolf? You should listen to yourself, Mr." I laughed. "Howbeit, thank you. Thank you for making me laugh so hard, despite the most awkward moment I've ever been in my life. I feel so embarrassed right now, and making me think you are the wolf won't help me feel less embarrassed. Would you mind? I need to get dressed."

He gave a light chuckle.  

"But I don't want you to get dressed. I enjoy seeing you naked and wet." He smirked. I swallowed at how frank he was with his words. "I'd rather wanna see you continue where you left off. Based on your sounds, you're just about to come." 

I silently gasped, feeling mortified but damned aroused at the same time. His words appeared to excite me shamelessly. I noticed his head tilt upward and nosed the air.

"So sweet I can almost taste it. You're aroused... So aroused you need something real?" He asked.

I bit down on my lower lip. He knew. He knew I was feeling so damned turned on that I looked like I wanted to jump and ravage him, but I couldn't.

I shook my head briskly. "No, I can't." 

"Why?" Softly, he asked. 

"I-I, I'm messy when..." I shook my head, getting rid of the past that began to cloud my mind, but it still resurfaced no matter how I tried. It often happened when I tried to get intimate with the opposite sex. 

 I saw the disgust on his face—the first man I had made out with Jerek. I was 17 then and so was he. He made me feel so good and we tried it. He made me feel good. It brought me so much pleasure. I easily came, but it was messy. I squirted, which, of course, I hadn't known before. I couldn't understand back then. I thought I peed on him, and he got furious. That was the most embarrassing experience I ever had in my life. Since then, I vowed I wouldn't need a man to please me. My confidence dwindled.

And I don't care. 

I don't need a man to give me the pleasure. I don't need a man who will only see me as a disgusting woman.

I just can't control it. When I come, I always climax with a force that my body convulses, and my legs shake. And that's it. It's messy. I don't need another man to witness it. I don't need another embarrassment. 

"Oh!" I gasped aloud when I felt a palm on my private part and pinched the sensitive nub, making my body squirm with a new fire of pleasure from the heat his palm radiated. 

"He's just a nightmare, kitten. A nightmare who doesn't deserve that sexiest mess you can make," he whispered as he slipped two digits into my core. I gasped at the sensation. It felt different from being penetrated by a toy. His fingers were warmer, which brought more sweet sensations slithering through my body. 

"Oh!" His hand never slowed down, curling, massaging my walls. The carnal sounds were heightening my senses. "What are... you doing?" I asked between pants and gasps.

He chuckled darkly. "Doing something to you like nobody could. I can make you come, kitten, and it will be very messy. Look at me. Hold your legs up together. Tighter." His deep, husky voice made me even wetter. My body took command. I boldly held both legs up against my chest, all the while, his fingers softly kneaded and curled, stimulating my core. 

"Wide. I want your legs spread for me widely, kitten."

"Oh," 

"Yeah, gotta see what I see. You're beautiful." 

Spread to his desire, each of my hands hooked to my legs; his digits drilled deeper, moving in and out. It was too much.

His ministration went faster as he whispered words into my ear; words that added more heat, awakening the dormant boldness in me. He spoke of words of love, sweet words as if he had known me before this. 

I shook my head, "Please, please, please!" 

"This is mine. And you belong to me! Say it!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Was my frantic response. I could feel myself nearing the edge. I felt like combusting any second now, yet I was holding it, afraid of the outcome. 

"No, give it to me. Look at me," I did, "come, kitten," and that was it.

My eyes rolled back to their sockets as the voltage of overflowing sweet sensations toiled my body into a shaking mess as I screamed inaudible words, feeling the outflow of my peak, soaking his hand.

I could hear the sounds of approval he made and the explicit words he muttered. His fingers were knuckle-deep, gently kneading, escorting me down from my high. 

He was there, embracing me. 

"That's what you're trying to hide. It's beautiful. You're beautiful. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he said. I bit down on my lip to see him examining his hand. The evidence was there, and the sheet was soaked.

"The...bed," I told him. 

"It will stay soaked for the whole night. We've just begun." His tone was filled with treacherous promises, but my body was more treacherous. 

"I can't wait," I smiled.