by Layla Cole
He pulls his fingers out and I feel empty--but not for long. "Relax," he whispers as the head of his cock pushes against my entrance. I try, but then he drives into me with a force that almost makes me lose my balance and I curse under my breath. I clutch at the sand, trying to adjust. In seconds I've gone from feeling too empty to feeling invaded, too full. It's too much for my brain to process, so I bury my head in my hands and breathe through my nose until I can think straight.
"Too fast?" he murmurs into my ear. "Don't say I didn't warn you." The heat from his body as he leans over me is a comforting counterpoint to the lingering cold of the river water. "You feel so good," he moans.
I groan. I'm so ready for him now. Just needed a moment to adjust. "Keep moving."
That's all it takes. Gripping my hips so tightly I'll probably have bruises, he slides out and then thrusts in with this smooth movement that is anything but gentle. I can do this, I think to myself. Give in to him, let down my guard, let him take me. Pushing back against him, I meet him thrust for thrust. I never would have thought I'd enjoy being fucked like this, in the open with no creature comforts like lube or a warm bed, but I do. Oh God, I do. My whole body is consumed with pleasure as he takes me.
"Please," I beg. I need more. My cock arches toward my belly, smearing my stomach with pre-come. Joe leans over me, whispering promises of all the wicked things he'd like to do to me later. It heats my imagination, fires my blood.
"Oh, yeah," he moans, "so hot, so--good…" As he thrusts, water droplets fall onto my back, run down my skin.
Unbelievably, I'm close again and I'm moaning, begging him to take me, touch me, stroke me--anything, just let me come.
Then, knowing exactly what I need, he reaches down and takes hold of my throbbing prick and jerks once, hard. That's all I need and I'm coming again, going off like a geyser, jerking and thrashing against his hand as my come spills onto the ground.
The way I clamp down on Joe's cock sets him off. His rhythm becomes erratic and he growls, then bites down on my neck hard, marking me. I hear him shout just before he explodes. The heat of it fills me as he writhes over me, then, at long last, relaxes and slumps down over my back. Finally, he pulls out and collapses next to me. At the same time, I flop on my back and close my eyes.
Mmm. I'm quite content to lie there for a bit, but now that I'm coming down, I can feel the rocks and sand digging into my skin. And then, I hear laughter. We're about to get company.
"Shit. Someone's coming," I hiss.
"Wolf?" Joe murmurs against my ear. I nod, and shift as soon as he rolls away from me. Grabbing my clothes, I carry them in my mouth and lope to the relative safety of the trees.
As quickly as I can manage, I shift back and shimmy into my clothes. How embarrassing would it be to get caught with Joe's scent all over me, what we'd done clear as day? I don't want to have to explain myself. As I dress, I notice Joe sitting on his haunches, looking at me with a mournful expression. His wolf is brown, the fur the same color as his chestnut hair.
"What?"
He shifts back and ducks behind a tree. "My clothes are wet."
Oh. "Serves you right," I say, lips quirking. He has that effect on me for some reason.
"Maybe," he says with a laugh. "Anyway, I'm staying here till tomorrow--want to sneak in with me? You won't go home alone tonight." I love--no, adore--his smile.
"Yes," I say without thinking. "If you'll keep your promise?"
His answering grin is wicked. "I always keep my promises." Before I can blink, he's in wolf form, streaking off into the night. How typical. I follow, content to see where he'll take me.
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About the Author
Layla Cole is a student by day and an erotica author by night. She lives with her boyfriend of four years and a few nutty roommates. She enjoys reading fiction of all kinds and hopes to share her sensual fantasies with her readers. Please don't hesitate to share any comments or criticisms by contacting Layla online.
Website: http://laylacolewrites.tumblr.com
Twitter: @LaylaColeWrites
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Dreaming of the Wolf
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Swimming With the Alpha
Carolina Werewolves 3-Pack
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Demon's Desire
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