searching for her opening. They both were completely inexperienced, so it took him a moment to figure it out. Lizzie shivered at the feel of his strong finger probing her wetness. Finally, he found what he was looking for and slowly slipped a finger inside of her. Lizzie felt her muscles tightening against the strange intruder.
“God, you are so small!” he gasped, slowly gliding his finger in and out of her body. She felt her body begin to relax as it got used to his presence there. Soon she was stretched enough and wet enough that he managed to slip another finger into her tight channel.
“Do you think you’re ready, Lizzie?” he asked. “I think I need to come. I want to be inside of you.”
“I think so,” said Lizzie. For a moment, she was slightly apprehensive, but then she relaxed. She loved Ben, and she trusted him. “Yes, I’m ready Ben.”
Ben shifted so that he was supporting himself by his hands as he gently probed at her small entrance. He seemed to be having trouble finding it again, so Lizzie reached down and guided him in. He thrust all the way into her. She gasped with the pain. It wasn’t just the pain of breaking her hymen. His fingers had helped, but she had not realized how big a penis was. She thought it would be like putting in a tampon, just a bit bigger. It was completely different. There was no tampon in the wolf that was as big as a man.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice sounding tense and concerned. She could tell he was at about the limit of his self-control, and she loved him for it.
“I’m okay,” she said, closing her eyes, so he wouldn’t see they were tearing up. “Just go slow, okay?” As slowly as he could, Ben began sliding in and out of her. He lasted maybe another thirty seconds before he came. Lizzie wondered if that was normal.
After he finished, he rolled off of her and lay on his back. His left arm held her to him, and she rested her head against his chest.
“I love you so much,” he breathed.
“I love you too.”
Chapter 3
Liz’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another car. It parked at the base of the hill, and after a moment, she could hear a man walking through the woods toward her. She had absolutely no doubt who it would be.
“Go away,” she yelled as soon as she could see his face. She noticed that he had changed out of his uniform and was just wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and flip flops.
“Calm down,” he ordered. His seemingly complete lack of emotion enraged her all the more.
“Don’t treat me like a child!” She picked up a stick and threw it at him. He dodged easily. “You shouldn’t be here! You left!”
“I came back,” he replied calmly. “And I have just as much a right to be here as you.”
“You smug, obnoxious, arrogant, stupid, heartless troll!” she yelled. Her heart was beating faster and faster. She wanted to kill him. Or fuck him. She wasn’t really sure which. She picked up another stick and threw it. She hated him when he was like this – she wanted him to feel as angry as she did. She just wanted him to react.
Ben dodged yet another stick as Lizzie hurled insults at him. She certainly hadn’t lost of her fire. He could feel his own passions starting to get the best of him, but he quickly squashed them down. His self-control was more important to him than anything.
“Lizzie, I know you’re angry, but can we talk about this?” Even ten years older, she still made his cock stir. He tried to force the feeling away, but he had to admit to himself that all he wanted was to rip that blouse right off her.
“Don’t. Call. Me. Lizzie!” she shrieked, throwing small stones at him after each word. Eventually, one connected. With that tiny spot of pain as a stone hit him on the leg, Ben’s self-control finally snapped.
Another woman would probably be frightened if he advanced toward them practically growling, but in