The Lone Wolf (7)

Steel’s POV

“I’m going to take care of the condom,” I told Cracker, kissing the side of her head as I got off the bed.

I loved the way she could take me, the wild side of me. Because no matter how you looked at it, I was a big guy, and sometimes I didn’t know my own strength. Which meant that more often than not, I had to hold back, remind myself that not everyone could take me, that I could turn sex into a painful affair. To finally have someone where I could let all of myself out – to finally be fueled by raw, wild sexual desire – gave the sex a new edge that I quickly found myself addicted to…

It was easy to find her bathroom, and as I already suspected, it was crowded with girly things. Razors, creams, and make-up that I didn’t even know the name of. And it was sort of cluttered around everywhere, making my inner neat-freak have a slight hernia! I was raised by very strict parents, and the military had drilled certain things into my skull that stuck with me for the rest of my life.

Tidiness being one of them…

I walked back into the bedroom, loving the sight of the woman sprawled on the bed. She looked sated and sexy, with a hooded look in her eyes. Her eyes traveled to my still semi-erect cock and her eyes widened slightly in surprise. I smirked but didn’t comment.

Let’s just say that Viagra was a wonderful thing!

And I just didn’t want to have this night end just yet. I wanted to fuck her again and again, riding out this newly found freedom fate had offered me. And I wanted to go all the way with my little firecracker. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman: mind, body, and soul. Sure, I hardly knew her, but time would mend that. For tonight, I just wanted to fuck…

But right now, my woman needed rest. Her pussy had been taking my cock in every way possible for the last couple of hours and although she didn’t complain, I knew she must be getting sore.

“You’re staying the night?” she asked, sounding a bit surprised when I lifted the covers and tucked in next to her.

“Yes,” I replied, without missing a beat. I reached out and pulled her body into mine so that her back was pressed up against my chest. I stroked away her wild hair and kissed the side of her head, murmuring low in her ear: “I’m going to fuck you as many times as I can before morning comes.”

“I like this plan of yours,” was her husky reply, and a cute little snicker escaped her swollen red lips. “But no weird morning after thing, OK?” She had one finger in the air, waving it back and forth in a denying motion. “This is just sex, and me cooking you breakfast means I’m being a good hostess.”

Hmm… If I weren’t so tired, food would have sounded like a wonderful thing, but--- we’d gotten sidetracked and never actually came around to ordering take-out. But it was her ‘this is just sex’ comment that had me frowning.

“We’re going to see each other again,” I informed her, digging my fingers into her side, making sure she knew this wasn’t up for debate. OK, I was normally shy, but once in the bedroom, I knew what I wanted, and I would go through hell to get what I wanted. And right now, she was it for me!

“Hmm, if you say so,” she replied with a smirk, making me think she didn’t really understand what I was saying. And just like that, I decided that I needed to show her just how serious I was…

I threw off the cover, surprising Cracker. In one swift motion, I was on top of her, my cock hovering just inches above her face.

“Suck me!” I ordered, ignoring the look of shock on her face, and focused on the excitement that burned in her eyes. I gripped my already rock-hard erection and forced it between her lips. A small glint of defiance loomed in her eyes, but like a good girl, she opened wide, accepting all of me!

“Good girl,” I cooed, moving so slowly so as not to choke her. Her fingers gripped my ass, her blunt nails digging into my skin, and it only turned me on more. She did everything I said and fuck, it made me so hard, it felt like I was going to explode just watching her.

I gripped the base of my shaft, fisting it and stroking myself in the same rhythm I fucked her mouth. I knew nobody could take all of me, but that didn’t stop me from going as far as I could. I felt myself hitting the back of her throat, but when she didn’t show any signs of discomfort, I continued like that. And fuck, if she didn’t moan louder, her whole interior would feel like a fucking vibrator against my swollen flesh…

“I’m going to come,” I warned her, having no reason to hold back. “And you’re going to swallow every last drop, you hear me?” Her response was a muffled moan, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She was trashing underneath me, and I loved the look of frustration and pleasure that she sported. She was turned on herself, and I could only imagine how wet she was.

Good!

Because I just decided that I was claiming her for myself!