Wife First Time Dogging Novels & Stories

I knew that the first time would hurt, but I wanted to make it as easy as possible for her. I could feel her inner walls getting slick, making it easier to form a rhythm. Freya had her eyes closed shut, but she didn't resist my movements. It was the first time for both of us feeling the things we were. My cock throbbed, begging for release, begging to be inside Freya, while my wolf howled impatiently. Finally, I added a third finger into her womanhood, stretching her as best as I could. A scream of pleasure escaped Freya's lips, but she brought up her hands to her mouth to muffle her scream.

“Woman.” He looked down at the dog in my arms. It was snuggled against me peacefully. Without a word, Adrian turned around and returned to his glass of whisky on the table. I stepped inside and closed the door.” Stroking the dog, I followed my husband. “What’s its name?” “Milo,” Adrian said with a strange note to his voice. I stopped beside him. “Can I have a sip of your whisky?” His eyes bored into me. “You’ve never had whisky before?”

“Because you need to know what kind of man you’re tied to. He promised me a life. He promised me everything. And I gave him a child. But fate took it from me. I was his first wife. His real wife.” Ethan’s fists shook. “You were never my wife. We were engaged, yes, but we never married. And you…His voice dropped low. “You were never pregnant.” Jessica gasped as if he had slapped her. “Don’t you dare!” Her anger filled the room, sharp and choking. She stepped closer, pointing her finger at him. “Don’t you dare erase me. I was here before Olivia. I had you first. You belonged to me.” Olivia flinched at the venom in her tone. She had seen jealousy before, but this was something darker, something

Fiona Forger turned around, and when she saw Wilma Bonet holding a white poodle in her arms, a bright smile appeared but quickly faded away. This girl, why did she always bump into her everywhere? It wasn't enjoyable. "Yes, what a coincidence!" Fiona Forger had no intention of exchanging many words with her and replied curtly before turning to leave. However, Wilma Bonet blocked her path. "Miss Forger, are you still angry with me about what happened last time?" Wilma Bonet spoke remorsefully, "I truly apologize for that. I didn't mean it. I had never raised small animals before, so I didn't know how to interact with them. To understand them better, I even intentionally bought a dog to raise,

And a lot of wolves have their pups not long after they meet their mate. “Congratulations,” I say to her genuinely. “Are you excited?” I ask her. She nods enthusiastically, “Absolutely, we are thrilled to be having our first; she is a girl,” she shares with me. I am honored to think she would share this kind of information with me. There was a time when nobody wanted to share anything with me. Nobody trusted me or liked me very much.

"Cynthia, are you trying to use this to gain sympathy? But I've never shown mercy to traitors. You brought this upon yourself—you need to learn your lesson." With that, he threw me aside violently. I crashed heavily to the ground. Due to the excruciating pain, I didn't even have the strength to get up. Instead, I could only watch helplessly as my husband, the wolf I had loved for seven years, walked towards another she-wolf in heat. The quiet bedroom soon filled with the wet sounds of mating, and I watched with my own eyes as Fenrir's thick member thrust in and out of Rita. Rita moaned in pleasure. "Alpha Fenrir, this is my first time."

The first thing Dorian did when his paws hit the ground was rub his scent all over his mate. “Too long.” He groused, licking her muzzle. “I know. I’m sorry, mate.” Cinna told him. But she wasn’t sorry enough to hang around and let him have his way with her. Just like her human, the sassy little blonde wolf was going to make him work for it. As soon as he showed her his tail, she nipped it and took off at full speed. “Mate!” He growled at her but he was already hot on her heels.

The world blurred, the faint scent of her skin, the way her body leaned into mine, the gold flashing at the edge of my vision. “Ilaria,” I breathed, my voice hoarse. My wolf pushed through, fiercely. “Mine.” She shivered, whispering my name. “Reed…” That sound unraveled me. Inside, my wolf roared with triumph. Fate had brought her here, into my arms, and I wasn’t letting her go. The first thrust ripped a cry of pain from her. I froze above her, my eyes searching hers frantically. “I’m sorry,” I breathed. Her fingers gripped my arm, her voice breaking on a whisper. “It’s… my first time.”

His eyes finally took my appearance but he didn't react much. "This is our honeymoon and I am your wife. you.. you .. you are a dog." I said hastily. The nerve of him. He stared at me calmly. My eyes caught the sight of his wet hair. The sudden urge to pull them out awakened inside me. As I was about to catch it, He grabbed my hand. It happened in seconds. He held my thighs, raising me a little up and wrapped my legs around his bare waist. I caught his neck for support. He pushed me into the nearby wall and smashed his lips on mine. My confidence went into a gutter with his daring ways. He bit my lower lip making me hiss.

She stated, her voice trembling a bit. She turned excited and terrified at that equal time. In the past, we only do missionary style but now we are about to do doggy for the second time today. The doggy style felt so grimy and bold for her. I leaned ahead and ran my tongue more or less over her pussy and she shrieked.