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muscular form. Closer still, he veers to the right and is gone.
Despair hits me, as if I’ve been abandoned. I want him to come back, run with me into the unknown. But, he’s gone. I pull my car to the side and search for him. Long moments pass and I accelerate onto the road once more, feeling my isolation as a heavy cloak of it settles on my shoulders.
I shake it off. I continue to drive, my eyes firmly on the road.
There he is! The wolf! He’s back. This time in the middle of the road, facing me. He doesn’t pant, just stands there regal and proud. I pull closer, needing to see him better. He doesn’t squint from the headlights, doesn’t spook or turn away.
I can trust him, I realize. He’s an omen brought to me, but why? What is he trying to tell me? What am I not hearing? I bang my fists on the steering wheel in frustration, my inability to understand. Tears of frustration fall from my eyes and blur the beast in front of me. I rest my head on my hands, trying to calm myself.
There’s a knock on my window to my left, the sound triggering a surge of fear. When I look, it’s Ken looking in at me, his eyes filled with concern. I look ahead. The wolf is gone.
Opening the door, I reach for the hand Ken extends to me. “Why are you here?” I ask him, puzzled by his presence.
“I followed you. I needed to be near you. Does that make you afraid?”
Did it? No. Not in the least.
I look at our hands, how small mine looks in his, how his thumb runs over my skin, back and forth. Protected. I feel protected. Any hesitation I had, vanishes.
“I’m not scared,” I confess and take a step closer. He closes the gap and I’m suddenly in his arms. His lips crush mine, seeking and searching, punishing and soothing at the same time. I open my mouth to him, welcoming him in. He accepts the invitation and our tongues meet for a dance as ageless as time.
I suck on his, and he moans, the sound reverberating down my body to rest between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, needing pressure. He senses my need and pulls me closer to him, until I’m straddling his thigh, riding him, grinding now with an urgency that’s hedonistic and raw.
His lips never leaving mine, he hauls me against his chest and walks me to the hood of my car, sitting me on it. Our lips break apart as he pushes me backwards onto the heated metal, the vibration of the running engine singing through me, quivering through every nerve. He pushes my skirt to my waist, exposing my panties. His hands on my thighs push my legs apart.
I gasp as tongue and teeth press through the material, the silken barrier increasing the sensations on my swollen clitoris. My hand finds his hair, pulling him closer, harder. He needs no further urging, he pushes aside the material obstacle and delves deep inside me, his hot tongue reaching into me as far as he can go. His mouth is a suction, pulling my lips into his mouth as he sucks, two fingers sneak inside me and I groan.
Waves of pleasure roll through me. “Don’t stop,” I beg. He growls his agreement.
Fingers pound inside me, in and out, in and out as his teeth work my clit, drawing it into his mouth, sucking hard.
I love it. Need it. Feel myself about to explode. “Yes,” I cry and I tumble over the edge, shaking with its intensity. Before I’ve recovered, I’m off the car, I’m turned around, he bends me over the hood and pushes my skirt over my ass and to my waist. In a flash, my panties are at my ankles. I kick them off as he kisses one ass cheek and then the other.
Zip. I hear the rustle of his pants falling down. Then I feel his hard erection between my legs. I want to see him, want to feel him, want to taste him. All of those thoughts vanish as he pushes inside and fills me in one hard thrust.
“Yes.” I’m impaled so deeply, filled up. I never knew pleasure until this moment. His hands circle my hips, pulling me back as he thrusts again. The sound of his skin spanking mine is erotic.
He finds
Despair hits me, as if I’ve been abandoned. I want him to come back, run with me into the unknown. But, he’s gone. I pull my car to the side and search for him. Long moments pass and I accelerate onto the road once more, feeling my isolation as a heavy cloak of it settles on my shoulders.
I shake it off. I continue to drive, my eyes firmly on the road.
There he is! The wolf! He’s back. This time in the middle of the road, facing me. He doesn’t pant, just stands there regal and proud. I pull closer, needing to see him better. He doesn’t squint from the headlights, doesn’t spook or turn away.
I can trust him, I realize. He’s an omen brought to me, but why? What is he trying to tell me? What am I not hearing? I bang my fists on the steering wheel in frustration, my inability to understand. Tears of frustration fall from my eyes and blur the beast in front of me. I rest my head on my hands, trying to calm myself.
There’s a knock on my window to my left, the sound triggering a surge of fear. When I look, it’s Ken looking in at me, his eyes filled with concern. I look ahead. The wolf is gone.
Opening the door, I reach for the hand Ken extends to me. “Why are you here?” I ask him, puzzled by his presence.
“I followed you. I needed to be near you. Does that make you afraid?”
Did it? No. Not in the least.
I look at our hands, how small mine looks in his, how his thumb runs over my skin, back and forth. Protected. I feel protected. Any hesitation I had, vanishes.
“I’m not scared,” I confess and take a step closer. He closes the gap and I’m suddenly in his arms. His lips crush mine, seeking and searching, punishing and soothing at the same time. I open my mouth to him, welcoming him in. He accepts the invitation and our tongues meet for a dance as ageless as time.
I suck on his, and he moans, the sound reverberating down my body to rest between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, needing pressure. He senses my need and pulls me closer to him, until I’m straddling his thigh, riding him, grinding now with an urgency that’s hedonistic and raw.
His lips never leaving mine, he hauls me against his chest and walks me to the hood of my car, sitting me on it. Our lips break apart as he pushes me backwards onto the heated metal, the vibration of the running engine singing through me, quivering through every nerve. He pushes my skirt to my waist, exposing my panties. His hands on my thighs push my legs apart.
I gasp as tongue and teeth press through the material, the silken barrier increasing the sensations on my swollen clitoris. My hand finds his hair, pulling him closer, harder. He needs no further urging, he pushes aside the material obstacle and delves deep inside me, his hot tongue reaching into me as far as he can go. His mouth is a suction, pulling my lips into his mouth as he sucks, two fingers sneak inside me and I groan.
Waves of pleasure roll through me. “Don’t stop,” I beg. He growls his agreement.
Fingers pound inside me, in and out, in and out as his teeth work my clit, drawing it into his mouth, sucking hard.
I love it. Need it. Feel myself about to explode. “Yes,” I cry and I tumble over the edge, shaking with its intensity. Before I’ve recovered, I’m off the car, I’m turned around, he bends me over the hood and pushes my skirt over my ass and to my waist. In a flash, my panties are at my ankles. I kick them off as he kisses one ass cheek and then the other.
Zip. I hear the rustle of his pants falling down. Then I feel his hard erection between my legs. I want to see him, want to feel him, want to taste him. All of those thoughts vanish as he pushes inside and fills me in one hard thrust.
“Yes.” I’m impaled so deeply, filled up. I never knew pleasure until this moment. His hands circle my hips, pulling me back as he thrusts again. The sound of his skin spanking mine is erotic.
He finds
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