Free Taming the Hunted by Larisa Anderson

beach.
    He tried to tie one hand to the bedpost with a pillow cover
as his body held her pressed to the bed, but she stopped him.
    “It’s my turn,” she said.
    She climbed onto his hips, facing away from him and giving
him a view of her ass as she lowered herself on to him. She started a slow
rhythm, her hips bouncing up and down on his slick, hard staff, giving him a
show of himself sliding easily in and out of her. When he was fully hard again,
she wrapped her hands around his balls and kneaded them in her palms. She
squeezed and pulled them, and they tightened and clenched as she worked him.
Her muscles milked his cock as he rubbed and thrust inside her. His hands
smacked her ass, each ear-piercing slap making her wetter and bringing her
closer to her peak.
    “That’s it, little wolf, ride that hard dick,” he said. He
held onto her hips and thrust her hard down onto his mass so that it felt as if
it hit her womb when he slid her from the tip to the end of his shaft. He
pushed her forward, the angle making his warm length slide along her g-spot,
each movement making her clit rub against the base of his shaft.
    Just as she thought she could bear no more, he slid himself from
her dripping pussy; she exclaimed in shock, she had been so close. She pushed
back, trying to impale herself again, but he held her back.
    “Easy there, let’s try a different hole.”
    Her body froze and a shiver ran the length of her spine.
    “Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you, you dirty girl?”
    He used her own wetness to work her hole until it was slick
and dripping. He worked one then two fingers inside her, and all the while she
rubbed his shaft, keeping him warm until she could have him again. He took his
full dick from her hand and rubbed the tip along the ridge of her ass to wet
it.
    “Are you ready for this?” he asked, his voice choked and
husky with lust.
    “Yes, do it,” she replied, her fingers flicking at her own
clit to ready herself. He pushed at her opening, the bulbous head straining
against her.
    “That’s it, just relax,” he coaxed.
    She stroked herself and pushed back against him. The
throbbing head slipped inside her and she gasped in pain and pleasure at the
sensation. He raked his nails along her spine as he slid agonizingly slow into
her.
    “Now, do it now!” she demanded.
    He placed his hands on her shoulders and thrust her down
onto him. She cried out as his length slid home. She lay forward, panting as he
moved just a little in and out of her.
    “That’s it, little wolf, fuck my hard cock.”
    The very words almost pushed her over as the new sensation rocked
her body. Shivers wracked her whole being as his dick rubbed inside her. He
controlled her every movement with his hands, not letting her go faster when
she thrust back on him. She groaned and he laughed, a deep laugh that made her
hot for the beast controlling her. He increased the pace until he was slamming
into her hard and fast. She felt herself build, her fingers dripping with her
wetness as they slid across her hot nub in time to his movements. His grunts
grew more urgent and primal as he worked himself into a frenzy. She couldn’t
hold back anymore, and she released with a cry, her body contracting around his
cock, milking him.
    “Again,” he demanded.
    She couldn’t, she was exhausted. His hand reached around her
and he plunged his fingers deep into her, and she was coming again.
    “God, that’s tight,” he cried as she clenched around him. His
cry echoed around the room as he released. She could feel his cock jerk inside
her ass.
    She turned and collapsed on top of him, her hair damp with
sweat. He lifted a curl of hair from her face and pulled her mouth to his, crushing
her lips to him.
    “You are mine,” he told her.
    “Yes,” she said as she nestled into him, her hair brushing
across his chest. “Yes, my wolf.” Her voice was no more than a whisper as she
let herself surrender to her exhaustion.
     

Epilogue
     
    Marian