Chapter 12: Wolf.e: Chapter 11

I don’t kiss women. Never thought the act was worth anything. When I was young, it was a necessary step to get me what I wanted, which was to come. When I stopped having to use it as a tool to get there, I just never did. There’s never a need for niceties when women just take their clothes off and ask you to fuck them.

But I fight the need I feel to kiss Brinley now. Not to feed into her feelings or because I crave the softness of it. No, this is a carnal need I can’t seem to shake. It has me wanting to bring every single part of her to my mouth so I can devour her, and then feast on the remains until there’s nothing left. My fingers slide between her legs, and I groan against her mouth, still denying myself the kiss.

“Mmm…This soaking little pussy… all for the man you’re afraid of?” I note.

She mewls into me with a quiet “yes” as two of my fingers sink into her hot, tight cunt.

So fucking tight it’s like she’s never been fucked.

“You’re dripping down my hand, you want my fear and pain.”

“I-I don’t know,” she murmurs softly as my fingers stretch her.

“Yeah, you do, you’re making a mess, Brinley soaking my hand like this…” Just her name on my tongue has my cock begging. “More,” I tell her

She whines again as I try to make sense of this woman and her hold on me.

My dick throbs against my zipper. I haven’t wanted like this in so long, maybe ever.

Her eyes grow wide as I stand over her, taking in the sight of her naked flesh while my fingers strum her clit, then slide into her at a slow, steady pace while I savor her every sound. Her body is perfection. She’s all soft, silky and curvy with so many enticing places to grab that my mind can’t settle on where to touch first.

Her little whimpers as I fuck my fingers into her admit what her lips refuse to. I run my tongue down the column of her throat, enjoying the foreign feeling of being turned on like this, simply by my mouth meeting her skin.

I wrap my lips around the hardened peak of her nipple, letting my teeth tug it lightly. She shudders and angles her hips up to me.

I smirk.

Doesn’t want me, yet so greedy, so eager.

“I don’t do this… I can’t,” she moans, totally out of control now as I start to work my fingers faster, sliding in and out of her arousal with ease as my thumb begins to offer her swollen clit friction.

“Yes you can. You already are,” I encourage her. “Take what you want.”

I stroke her g-spot, and the way her eyes roll back tell me she’s never felt this before. The sounds of her wet pussy as my fingers work in and out of her is intoxicating while she gives me breathy little moans from the back of her throat.

I continue to flick my tongue over her pretty pink nipple. I can’t get enough. She tastes as sweet as she smells.

“I don’t even know you…please, I need…” Brinley’s protest conflicts with her bucking hips as I once again curve my fingers to the place inside her that she needs to come completely apart. My eyes remain on hers as her pupils dilate and the flush of her cheeks grows. The sounds she’s making, the way she’s looking at me tells me this experience is all brand new to her. It makes me want to devour her even more.

“Please what, little hummingbird?” I toy with her as frustrated little whimpers leave her lips. “Tell me what you want from me. You want to use my fingers to come?”

“Yes.” She gives, another jolt of electricity to my cock.

“Then, ask, use that smart mouth.”

“I want to use you. Can I please use you?” she whispers shyly. It sounds like begging.

Fuck, this woman’s sweet submissiveness was made for me.

“If I let you use me, you better do it right… make a fucking mess,” I command as I continue fucking her with my fingers.

I let go of her wrists that I held above her head, and she doesn’t hesitate for one second. Her hands slide under my shirt across my lower back. The feel of her soft, warm fingers against my skin sends fire through my body. I don’t stop, I don’t give her any reprieve as I press her deeper into the bookshelf. The second I feel her tight cunt clench around my fingers and her nails digging into my flesh, I pull my fingers from her and lay a tight slap to her clit and then smooth over the pain.

I force Brinley right to that edge as I slide three fingers back into her, her legs begin to shake as she starts to fall apart, and I almost come like a fucking school boy from her sounds.

She lets go and cries out as the orgasm is wrenched from her.

“Wolfe, oh my god!” Brinley moans and shudders, letting go. I hold her up while her legs shake and she drips down my hand.

Her breathing slows and her moans grow softer. I pull my fingers from her and slide her cum up over her clit. She shudders, so sensitive, so boneless in my arms. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I suck them clean one by one and then go back for more. She’s so fucking sweet, I want every drop. I bring my hand back up, and spread her mess all over her lips, her chin, pressing into that little dimple, without thought I lick her there, tasting her.

Fucking Christ, it’s like I can’t get enough of her. I paint her plush, pillowy lips with her cum.

“Taste,” I command, just wanting to watch her discover herself. Brinley licks her lips and her eyes flutter closed. The shred of control I’m holding firm to starts to waver as her tongue dusts across her lip again and the need to kiss her overwhelms me.

“Uh, Pres, so fuckin sorry, but you need to see this. Now.” I hear Jake’s voice beyond as his fist pounds against my door.

Jake would never come to my private space if he wasn’t desperate, but I still might put a bullet in his head regardless.

Brinley pants beneath my hands for a few seconds. I look down at her, sobering up from the heady air that hangs over us.

“When I make you come, I am your god. The only name you cry out is mine. Remember that for next time,” I tell her.

“N-next time—” she starts, and I touch her lips, silencing her.

“Stay here.”

She stares up at me wide eyed and I feel the pull from her again, like she’s trying to see into my soul. That is not a place she wants to go.

I don’t say anything as I simply pull my cut off the bed and leave her standing naked in the middle of my room, the sweet scent of her pussy still coats my fingers, my taste buds. Without glancing back, I open my door and lock it from the inside, closing it behind me.

“This better be fucking life or death,” I tell Jake, and I’ve never meant anything more.