Free Red & Wolfe Part 4: An Erotic Fairy Tale by Ella James Page A

other, but we’re bound by nothing. “Just not made that way,” he says flatly.
“I don’t think that’s true.”
“You don’t know me. Where I came from.”
“Were did you come from?”
“From a family of assholes. Mean drunks. Thieves and swindlers. I’ve got the same blood. I used to be an alcoholic.”
“Really?”
His mouth twists, and he nods. I’m only standing two feet away from him, but he feels so totally unreachable. I want to put my arms around him, but I feel frozen.
“Thank you for telling me this,” I whisper. “For letting me know you a little.”
He looks at me, solemn and unmoving, and he seems so alone, so sad, so tired, I can’t help myself. I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around him one more time. “Oh, Race.” I close my hand over the nape of his neck and pull his head down to my shoulder.
As soon as his face touches my skin, he lifts me up and carries me to the bed. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he lays me on my back . He extricates himself from my legs’ grasp, spreads my knees wide, and plunges a finger into my pussy.
“I want to be inside you,” he breathes. He drags his thumb over my clit. “I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to be inside you, Red. Just one more time.”
My eyes are already rolling back into my head as he climbs up on the bed and tosses me back a little, so there’s room for both of us. I feel him move between my legs. I feel the hardness of his cock against the smooth skin of my thighs, and try to squeeze them shut to capture him. I can’t seem to move, though. His fingers… Dipping into my pussy like I’m a vat of paint. Stroking like that.
Oh…
I moan as they curl inside me.
I feel my pussy lips parted and—“oh fuck”—he’s in my asshole. Just a finger but he slides it all the way and “God,” I’m being fucked in front and back and—
Oh, oh. “Ahhh.”
He pushes his tongue between my lips and drags it down, shining like white light over my clit; bringing every cell to life; plunging deeper, where his fingers pump. He hovers there, tickling and panting; then he laps my juices like they’re medicine.
My pulse races.
My skin tingles.
I curl my toes and rock myself into his face.
He pushes another finger in my cunt and there’re three now. I can only moan and pant. It almost hurts but his tongue is so warm and perfect, stroking up and down until I can’t tell where I want him, what I want. My clit is throbbing and it hurts the way he’s stretching me.
“I need your cock,” I gasp.
The finger in my asshole curls a little.
I rock against it. “Race!”
Three fingers inside my pussy push in deeper. “All the way in…”
My ass… I clench and quiver around the finger there. He pushes in a little more and the sensation is like a lightning bolt.
The tongue on my clit is such a fucking pro. Knows just what to do. Soft and wet, just a flicker at my clit, then dips back down to where I’m sopping wet.
“What a little fuck doll. Tell me who’s your master, fuck doll?”
His words vibrate me; then he dives back in. My pussy is so wet his tongue glides over me, flickering, then pressing down. My cunt is stretched so wide I think I’m dying, and the fingers inside stroke, stroke, stroke. Every time I try to breathe my asshole quivers.
I don’t know what’s what.
I pant like an Olympian.
His tongue strokes up and down.
I fumble for his cock but I can’t even lift my hand up.
 “What a greedy little pussy cat.” He stops what he’s doing with his tongue and grins at me while his fingers inside me work dark, delicious magic.
I blink up at him, all my senses firing.
Sobs are building in my chest.
I feel lost.
He licks me, long and slow, from clit to gaping cunt, and then his eyes. He’s looking at me and I’m crying.
“You were made to be my fuck doll. Say it.”
“I was…”
Fingers inside me spread out. The one inside my ass is twirling.
“I was…made…to…”
I need his cock. Too many fingers, all of