Free A Handful of Wolf by Sofia Grey Page A

she said on a gasp of breath. “I need you inside me.”
    He released her nipple with a little pop. His heart raced and every inch of skin felt electrified as though he’d pushed his finger into a live socket. “I’m hurt,” he murmured, nuzzling the valley between her glorious breasts. “You only want me for one thing.”
    Her laugh sounded tortured. “You definitely have something I want.”
    “Now you’re objectifying me.” He blew across one damp nub and made her shudder.
    “Are you ever serious?” Megan finally lurched free and snatched at the handle of the wooden drawer. It shot open and she dug inside blindly, grabbing a handful of condoms and dropping them onto the pillow.
    “I’d much rather play.” He reached for the lacy ties holding her panties together. “With you.”

Chapter 10
    Megan felt the familiar old anxieties lapping around her as Sasha’s gaze roamed her naked body. She hadn’t been “the fat kid” for years and knew her figure was in good shape, but it was still a huge leap of faith to show her nakedness to Sasha. He sprawled there looking so delectable it should be illegal. Tanned golden skin, hard abs and a dusting of dark hairs across his chest were yummy enough. Add in the flat brown nipples and the happy trail of dark hair leading down from his bellybutton, and Sasha could have been sculpted as the perfect specimen of man.
    In turn, he ate her up with his eyes. “ Cariad . You’re gorgeous.”
    “And you’re wearing too many clothes.” She rubbed her pussy over his groin and felt his dick jerk beneath the layer of denim. “Let me help you.” She dived for the button of his jeans and flipped it open. Oh my . He went commando. Sasha hissed a breath as Megan slowly lowered the zipper, one tooth at a time. His hard dick pushed free and she sucked in a breath. “You’re a bit of a handful.”
    Thick and fully erect, his cock was a thing of beauty. He grasped it firmly at the root and she struggled to drag her eyes away, to tug down his jeans. He’d already toed off his sneakers and it was easy enough to get rid of the jeans and leave him equally naked. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip and Megan couldn’t resist it. She wiped it with her middle finger and then lifted it to her mouth and sucked it clean.
    “Oh, baby.” Sasha moaned and then he grabbed one of the condoms, ripped open the foil and rapidly fitted the rubber. She was determined to make the most of this encounter, take the wild ride Sasha promised. Things would change soon enough and she’d fret about that later.
    Megan positioned herself over his rearing cock and with one hand on his shoulder, guided him inside, a little at a time. He made a growling noise and she stared into his eyes, watching as they rolled back in his head. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he made her and she moved slowly, easing onto his thickness. God, he felt good. Need pooled in her gut and she sucked in a deep breath as she took the final inch. She paused and looked at him again, wanting to catalogue the details to remember later: the beads of perspiration across his forehead, the way his hands dug into her hips, the unearthly brightness of his eyes, and the cocky, confident smile.
    She swallowed and then moved. Hunger took over, a fierce desire that burned like a bushfire and engulfed her in seconds. Sasha took her cue and flexed his hips to drive into her, pushing harder and deeper than she thought possible. He grabbed her free hand and linked their fingers, and the little flash of intimacy warmed her chest. She couldn’t afford to get emotional about him; he was an indulgence, nothing more. This was just about sex. “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered.
    *
    If Sasha believed in heaven, he’d be there now. Megan riding him, with her fabulous tits bouncing and clouds of dark hair falling across her shoulder, made the most beautiful angel. Tight, hot and wet, his cock fit her perfectly and he was having difficulty holding back.