Feral (Wolf Ranch #3) - Renee Rose Page 0,24

but never because someone told me to. Sex with Rob wasn’t going to be anything like I’d ever experienced. And with that one word, now, I came, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as I squeezed and released the plug. The combination of attention to both my holes had me coming harder than I’d ever known.

I screamed and nothing like the day before when he’d walked in on me. This was as if he’d taken over my body, and it was his to command, to rule. Time ceased to exist, only the way he wrung pleasure from my body. I finally lay there, replete and sated, wilted and sweating.

“We’re far from done, angel.”

The clank of a belt buckle followed by the slide of a zipper had me opening my eyes. I lay there and looked as Rob opened his pants. He was watching me in return. I still wore my tank top and bra, but I was splayed lewdly on the bed, the wide base of the butt plug parting my ass cheeks.

He leaned down, took off his boots, then stood back up. From my position, he was so tall, so imposing. The scent of my arousal was in the warm air. Only a soft breeze from the open window stirred the air. All was quiet except for my ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart.

His hands went to the top of his jeans and my gaze lowered.

“Want to watch?” he asked.

I nodded, licked my lips.

His hands moved upward to his plaid shirt, and he tugged it open, the snaps giving way.

I stared at the smattering of dark hair on his chest that tapered to chiseled abs and then into a line that disappeared behind the open zipper as he dropped the shirt at his feet.

Holy hell, he ate his vegetables as a kid. Broad shoulders, tanned skin, chest hair—I liked a little hair on a guy. Gyms should have a barn room for cowboy exercises like tossing hay bales and wrangling cows because Rob was rock hard… everywhere. I couldn’t miss the thick bulge in his jeans, and I watched as every inch of it was revealed as he pushed the denim down over his narrow hips. He took his pants and boxers off, but I wasn’t paying that any attention. I was staring, wide eyed, opened mouthed, at his dick.

It was bigger than my dildo. Thicker. Longer. The taut skin was darker than on the rest of his body, smooth as if so engorged, it couldn’t get any bigger. The crown was blunt and huge, and I knew it was going to rub over all kinds of delicious places inside me. My pussy clenched in anticipation, but that wasn’t where he intended to put it.

I’d never thought this before, but… was he going to fit?

No wonder it went down the inside of his jeans.

He gripped the base, stroked it once, then again.

“Take off your shirt, angel. Let me see all of you before I flip you over and get in your ass.”

I pushed up to sitting and lifted my tank over my head, then shucked my bra as he continued to work himself.

He groaned when he saw my breasts. They weren’t big. Or small. I kind of liked them, with their little pink tips. From the way Rob’s jaw clenched and pre-cum seeped from his dick, he did too.

“Fuck, there’s so much I want to do to you.”

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed one ankle and rolled me onto my belly.

“Grab a pillow and put it under your hips. You’re going to need it.”

I did what he said as he grabbed the lube again and worked it all the way down his length, so he was liberally covered. His clean hand came down on my left butt cheek with a crack. “Ass up. Head down, angel. Oh, look at you. You can be a good girl sometimes, can’t you?”

The one orgasm had relaxed me, made me hot and ready for more, but his talk riled me up.

I lay over the pillow and looked back at Rob standing at the side of the bed, like a big, dark haired Viking who was planning on marauding my ass.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He stepped closer, reached down and carefully pulled the plug from my ass. I gasped at the action then again when one of his slick fingers circled me there, then slid in. “Ready, angel? You’re going to love your punishment. And so am I.”

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ROB

My wolf was