Taming the Wolf by Irma Geddon Read Free Book Online

engulfed by desire, but I feel like he’s looking for something… some kind of consent from me—that I really want this, that I am totally aware of what is happening—before he will allow himself to go further. I grab his neck and pull him closer, hanging myself at his hips with my leg and arching my back, wanting to make my decision clear.
    “I want you,” I whisper in his ear, tickling his lobe with my lips.
    Good girl. Be happy.
    He doesn’t need much more of a permission, and hikes his hand up my long skirt, lightly brushing the bandages hidden underneath for half a second, and then reaches my panties. Jared presses his fingers, a little rough. His thumb quickly finds the right spot, and massages there, making circles on the fabric right over my clit. I gasp in pleasure at his touch, and then bite my bottom lip.
    His face finds its way past the neckline of my wrap-around top, and he bites my breast over my bra. I jump a little in surprise.
    This is oddly very exciting, these little ounces of pain he inflicts upon me. I’d never been with anyone that sexy and daring before, and I kind of wonder now how I could have lived before I knew such passion.
    My hands fly to grab his hair, not to push him away but to encourage him. He is lying over me, completely blocking any other movement.
    “Jared,” I sigh.
    “You’re at my mercy now,” he growls into my ear, intensifying his caresses. “You can’t escape me.” This—his control, his need to subdue me—sounds primal in my ear and sends electric shocks down my spine.
    I feel my tension building up. Jared lifts himself back up and rolls my skirt up, revealing my white lace panties. He grasps the elastic band with his teeth, and pulls them down my thighs with no difficulty.
    I look down and see him taking a deep breath, smelling before emitting a little satisfactory sound and then plunging in deeper, licking my slit with a velvet tongue while eyeing me predatorily, like the wolf starts his dinner by licking his prey.
    I feel myself let go. A wave of quivers fans from his touch and spreads to every part of my body. This is so good I don’t ever want it to end. I don’t dare to move for fear he would stop, and Jared doesn’t. He licks and he bites and he presses his tongue against me again and again, until I let a loud moan out and curl up from the pleasure.
    Before I can find my senses, Jared gets up, tosses me on my stomach—as easily as if I weigh no more than a feather—and slides my panties all the way off.
    I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder, still floating on my little cloud. I see him pulling on the buttons of his jeans, unhooking them one by one. His penis is huge and protrudes straight as an arrow against his stomach—the fabric of his boxers is hardly strong enough to contain his erection.
    He kneels behind me on the sofa, right between my legs, and his hand finds my slit once more. With a finger he explores it for a second—either making sure I’m wet, or docile enough, I don’t know. Despite the orgasm I just had—exhausting and violent—I find myself wanting more, and angle myself to entice him, raising my butt and getting on my knees.
    “We’ll make an exception about the work you can do on your knees,” he whispers, and with a firm hand, he pushes my head forward into the cushions of the sofa, while he enters me from behind. He is hard as a rock, and so thick it hurts a little.
    This sting, this excitement… it makes me feel fully alive.
    He grabs me by the hips, and starts moving in and out with strength and speed. After the first few uncomfortable seconds, I only feel a world of pleasure. He plows into me, in command of our bodies. My pleasure rises quickly and loudly. I hear him grunt a yes in response to my shivers.
    His hands leave my hips, and one takes support near me on the sofa while the other undoes the knot of my wrap-around situated on my back, and then slides underneath my top to squeeze with force one of my