"De-Declan," I stuttered, breathless.
Goddess, I must look so disheveled.
I was on my knees before him while he loomed above me like a gorgeous god begging to be worshipped. Declan Montgomery was massive. Even among werewolves, he towered. His doorway could fit two men walking side by side, yet he dominated every inch of space. His dark hair fell around his neck in waves, I'd imagined gripping that hair countless times while he pounded my pussy hard.
Then there was the rest of him. Defined muscles, carved abs, and that cock, currently waving above my face, thick and already dripping. I licked my lips, completely stunned, unable to move.
Shame and desire warred inside me as I swallowed hard. But to my surprise, he leaned down and grabbed my hand, pressing it against his nose. His hot breath teased the inside of my wrist, and he took a deep breath that made his entire body shudder. His lips brushed my fingers, and I whimpered at the sensation.
"I knew your scent would be addicting," he groaned, slipping my wet fingers into his mouth one after another, sucking them deep, his tongue swirling around each one, licking my pussy juices from them slowly, deliberately. He savored me like I was the finest meal he'd ever tasted, his eyes closing as he moaned around my fingers.
"Declan," I gasped, my thighs pressing together as heat pooled between my legs, my clit throbbing.
"Mmm." He hummed around my fingers, and a wave of arousal crashed through me like a tidal wave. "Sweet and filthy. Just like I imagined. So fucking delicious, babygirl. I could taste you all day."
Without warning, he yanked me up and into his room, slamming the door shut so hard the walls shook. Leila's warnings about her brother being a notorious playboy flickered through my mind before evaporating completely.
He pinned me against the wall, and every coherent thought shattered.
Every single inch of his hard, muscular body pressed against mine. His massive cock was already hard, throbbing against my stomach through his sweatpants, leaking precum onto my skin.
I'm sorry, Leila. Just one night. Please, just one.
"Peeking in on me," he growled, his hand wrapping around my neck. His palm nearly spanned it entirely, tilting my head up so I had no choice but to meet those dark, predatory eyes blazing with hunger and possession.
"You've been very naughty, Judith. Did you like what you saw? Watching me stroke my cock thinking about you? You wanted this cock, didn't you? You wanted to see me cum for you? Tell me the truth."
I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. All I could do was nod, my eyes fixed on his, completely mesmerized by the raw power radiating from him.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "Admit it. I want to hear you say it, sweet Judith. Tell me how badly you want my cock. Tell me you've been touching yourself thinking about me."
"Yes, Declan," I whimpered, shivering as my pussy clenched. "I wanted your cock so badly. I w-want it now. I want to feel you pounding into me, stretching my tight pussy, filling me so completely I can't think straight."
His hand tightened around my neck—not choking, but commanding, dominant. Heat radiated off his body, and his massive erection pressed hard against my stomach, his cock leaking precome onto my skin.
"It's all yours," he grinned wickedly, grinding his massive cock against me, the friction making me gasp. "Stroke it, babygirl. You know you want to wrap those dainty hands around this thick cock and tug until I drench your pretty hands with my hot cum. Go on. Touch me."
A moan escaped me as the filthy image filled my head, as I imagined his hot cum coating my skin, my hands, my face.
Oh yes, Caramel whined, desperate and needy.
His eyes flickered—black to gold to black again, as if his wolf was fighting to break free, trying to take control. "Oh, you naughty slut. You liked that, didn't you? I can smell the juices dripping down your legs, smell how wet your needy little pussy is for me. That sweet scent drives me fucking crazy."
Heat flooded my cheeks. I panted as his massive cock drenched my stomach with leaking precome, my legs feeling weak. Gingerly, I reached for him with trembling fingers, and he hissed like I'd burned him, his entire body going taut.
"I'm sorry," I squeaked, trying to pull away, but his large hand covered mine and guided it up and down his throbbing shaft. His cock was thick and impossibly hard, pulsing beneath my touch, the vein running along the underside prominent and swollen with arousal.
"More," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. "Stroke it harder. Faster. That's it, babygirl. Feel how hard you make me? Feel what you do to me?"
He pulsed hard under my fingers, jerking and throbbing, his cock leaking everywhere. Precum dripped down his shaft, making my strokes slicker.
Need to taste him, Caramel growled, desperate and demanding.
Without thinking, I brought my fingers to my lips and lapped at them. His taste—salty, addicting, purely masculine—flooded my tongue, and I moaned as I sucked his cum from my fingers, savoring every drop like it was nectar.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. "You like the taste of my cum, don't you, you dirty girl? But I love how filthy you sound when you moan for me. Keep sucking those fingers. Yeah, just like that. Imagine that's my cock in your mouth. Imagine me fucking your throat while you choke on me."
His free hand tore at my nightdress, ripping the fabric away without hesitation. Before I could process it, he slipped his fingers between my thighs, rubbing my soaking wet pussy with rough, possessive strokes that made me cry out loudly.
"So fucking wet," he growled, his thumb circling my swollen clit roughly, making me see stars.
"You've been dripping for me all along, haven't you, little girl? This pretty clit is so swollen, so desperately needy. So fucking desperate for me." He pinched it gently, then rubbed it in circles. "I own this pussy. Say it."
"Y-Yes," I mumbled, flushing deeply, my hips moving into his touch.
"Yes, what?" he demanded, his voice dark and commanding.
"Y-You own this pussy," I gasped out.
"Damn right I do." He sank his long fingers deeper into my tight cunt, pumping hard and fast, stretching me, preparing me. His fingers were thick and skilled, finding every sensitive spot inside me.
"Declan," I gasped, pleasure shooting through me in waves as my body arched involuntarily. I clamped a hand over my mouth, terrified Leila would hear from the next room.
"No," he hissed, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "I want to hear you. I want her to hear you screaming my name. Let her know who's fucking you. Tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you need my cock inside you."
"Declan, oh my god," I moaned, unable and unwilling to hold back anymore, my voice trembling and desperate. "Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please."
He grunted in satisfaction, his fingers delving deeper, curling to hit that perfect spot inside me. I gripped his shoulders, holding on as he worked me mercilessly. Every touch sent my heart racing wildly, my pussy clenching hard around his pumping fingers, squeezing them as if trying to trap them inside.
"You're so fucking tight," he murmured, nipping at my earlobe, then sucking on it. "This tight little cunt is going to feel so good wrapped around my thick cock. I'm going to open you up, Judith. I'm going to sink into your walls and mark them as mine. I'm going to pump you full of my hot cum until you're absolutely dripping, babygirl, and you know who you belong to. You're going to be mine in every way."
"Oh," I moaned, my eyes rolling back as his fingers drilled into me, hitting that sensitive spot repeatedly, driving me higher and higher.
"You're going to love the way I fill you up with my cock, the way I stretch that tight pussy." He dropped his mouth to my breast, clamping his teeth around my sensitive nipple and sucking hard, then licking it intensely. His tongue swirled around the hardened peak before he bit down gently, making me cry out.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment while his fingers continued their relentless assault on my pussy.
I came undone.
My whole body shook as I screamed his name loudly, my back arching off the wall. Hot liquid poured from my throbbing pussy, soaking his hand completely, dripping down his wrist.
He pulled away and lapped at me hungrily, his mouth working over my swollen clit and dripping entrance, his chest rumbling with pleasure and possession. It was incredibly hot watching him lick every drop of my juices, savoring me like I was his favorite meal, his dark eyes glazing over and glowing gold with his wolf's pleasure, his tongue penetrating deep inside me, fucking me with his mouth.
"Taste so fucking good," he murmured against my pussy. "So sweet. So mine."
"Bed, now," he ordered, his voice commanding and brooking no argument.
I made it halfway with shaky legs before he grew impatient. He lifted me off the ground effortlessly and dumped me on his bed. I squeaked when he climbed above me, very aware of just how massive he was, how he dwarfed me completely. He lowered his head to mine and pull my lips into a rough, dominant, toe-curling kiss.
I moaned against his mouth as he devoured me, plunging his tongue into mine, making me taste every bit of myself on him.
His massive cock lined up with my entrance, and I gasped against his lips as he thrust in swiftly.
Pain exploded as he sunk deep, stretching my tight little cunt around his massive, throbbing cock. I'd never felt anything like it. The burn, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness.
"Declan." My eyes snapped shut from the burn.
Oh goddess.I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging in, trying to breathe through it.
He cursed, gritting his teeth, his jaw clenching. "How are you so fucking tight—fuck, Judith, are you a virgin? This pussy is squeezing my cock so hard. Goddamn, you're perfect."
"I-I'm fine," I bit out quickly, my voice strained. "Please don't stop. Please keep going."
He cleared his throat, clearly struggling for control. "You need to adjust—"
"No," I shook my head firmly, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Please, Declan. I can take it. I can take all of you. Please fuck me. Please pound your cock deep into me. Please fill me up with your thick cock. It's all I can think about. It's all I've ever wanted."
He growled, a sound that was more wolf than man, and loomed above me before withdrawing and thrusting deeper. Pain slowly morphed into pleasure as my eyes rolled back, my pussy stretching and adjusting to his massive size, accommodating him.
"Was this what you wanted, my dirty slut?" he gritted out, rearing back and slamming into me hard, his heavy balls slapping against me. The sound was obscene, primal. "Tell me. Was this what you fucking wanted, Judith? My cock buried deep in your tight little cunt? Tell me this is what you've been dreaming about."
"Yes," I cried out, reaching up to grip his shoulders, my nails raking down his back.
"Yes, yes, yes. Right there. Declan, oh god, you're so deep."
"You can take it. Your pussy was made to take every single inch of my cock. Fuck, Judith, you feel so damned divine. So tight. So perfect. So fucking mine." He punctuated each word with a thrust, driving into me with increasing intensity.
His massive cock pushed deeper, thrusting hard against my walls as he fucked me with relentless, primal intensity. He felt a million times better than any dream, any fantasy I'd ever had. My fingers dug into his shoulders and back while he filled me repeatedly, pounding into me, making me quiver and cry with pleasure.
"I've dreamed of this," he groaned, his face contorted with need and pleasure. He dropped his head between my neck and shoulder, pushing my legs wider as he rammed harder, faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, driving me wild.
"I've ached for you like this, Judith. For this tight pussy. For you. You're mine. Only mine. Say it. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours," I cried, clinging to him as another orgasm began building, my pussy clenching and milking his cock. "I'm y-yours. Only yours. Always yours. Please don't stop pounding me. Please."
"Never stopping," he growled. "Never letting you go. This pussy is mine. You are mine. Forever."
He grabbed my breasts as he fucked me, kneading them roughly, his thumbs rubbing over my hardened nipples. Then he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while he continued his relentless pace.
I would do anything to be his. Anything at all.
He gave a deep guttural groan, pulled back so I could see his golden eyes lit with intense pleasure as he came deep inside me. His entire body tensed, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. His lips found mine—hungry, hot, devouring—as he rode out his orgasm, streaking my walls with his cum, filling me completely, marking me from the inside.
We lay there, his cock still buried deep inside me, both breathing heavily. Our bodies glistened with sweat and his cum, and I was still dazed, still feeling him inside me, when a knock came at the door.
"Dec?" Leila's voice filtered through.
"Sorry to bother you, but have you seen Judith?"
My eyes went wide. Oh no. Leila had caught us.