Seduced By A Wolf by Zena Wynn Read Free Book Online Page A

it until she was whimpering and thrusting against him.
    “Derrick, please,” she begged.
    “What do you need?” he asked in a husky voice.
    “You. I need you,” she told him. With this skirt on, she couldn’t get his erection positioned where she needed it to do the most good.
    Resting his forehead against hers, Derrick gripped her skirt by the sides and began edging it up, watching as it rose. “Do you have on one of those sexy bits of underwear you like to wear?”
    “Look and see for yourself,” she shyly tempted.
    “Oh, I plan to,” he promised.
    Her skirt reached mid-thigh and kept rising. The narrow bottom tightened a bit but Derrick applied a small amount of force and the high back slit did the rest. Soon the denim was bunched around her hips and waist. Derrick rubbed her mound through her panties and then dipped lower, between her legs. “You’re wet.”
    “Yes.”
    He toyed with the edge of her bikini, along the sensitive crease of her inner thigh and Von spread her legs to give him access. “Touch me.”
    “I’m touching you,” he said.
    “No. Touch me.” She guided his hand inside her panties to her folds.
    “Like this?” He watched her as he gently parted her labia and pressed a finger to her opening.
    “Yes,” she quickly agreed.
    “Or like this?” he asked, taking the moisture from her vagina and using it to stroke her clit.
    “Ooooh.” Von tilted her hips, arching and moving with him. His touch felt so different from hers. His fingers thicker, longer, harder. “Yes, that.”
    “Do you do this, baby? Do you touch yourself at night, pretending that it’s me?” he asked in a deep, low voice.
    Eyes closed to better enjoy the sensation, Von didn’t know how to answer. Did she confess to pleasuring herself?
    “Do you?” he demanded. Something in his tone had her opening her eyes.
    His piercing gaze drilled into her eyes.
    “Yes,” she heard herself confessing.
    He eased a finger into her sheath while his thumb continued its caressing motion. “And do you have toys, instruments you put in here ?” He punctuated the word here by stroking in and out the opening of her vagina.
    Von grabbed for the counter as her knees weakened. She trembled from head to toe, her arousal greater than anything she’d been able to manage previously on her own. She rode his hand, wanting him to go deeper.
    “Do you, Von?” Derrick asked, adding another finger.
    “No,” she cried out.
    “Does this feel good?”
    “Yes.”
    “You want more?”
    “Yes.”
    “Say please.”
    “Please.”
    “Look at me. Please, who?”
    It was a struggle to open her eyes. They felt heavy, weighted down. “Please, Derrick.”
    “That’s right, baby. Derrick. And this,” he thrust deeper, his fingers brushing her hymen and the brief pressure made her flinch, “is mine, isn’t it?”
    Von wasn’t sure which he was referring to, her virginity or her vagina, but the answer to both was the same. “Yes.”
    “Remember that,” he said as he eased his fingers from between her legs. “I gotta go.” He circled his thumb around her clit one last time before pulling away.
    “What?” Dazed, she reached for him and he gently brushed her hands away.
    “I’ll see myself out. Go to bed and get some rest. Dream of me,” he commanded.
    Von remained slumped against the counter, unable to move, trying to figure out what just happened.

    ****

    An hour later, Von was still twitchy. Masturbating during her shower barely took the edge off. She needed a man, one with a thick, hard dick to satisfy the emptiness Derrick had left inside. She paced the floor of her bedroom, rubbing her arms, willing her body to settle down.
    Finally, she threw herself across the bed, forcing her mind to ignore her flesh and think. The phone rang—probably Marketta calling to see how the evening went—but she ignored it. Viewed objectively, she was closer than ever to her goal—making love with Derrick. Tonight he’d taken her to heights