Wolf Bite (Wolf Cove #2) Read Online Free PDF

himself
slowly, his eyes on my most private area, even as mine are locked on his
reflection.
    “What do you want to show me?” I’m already tied up and bent
over the dining table. I’d say today’s lesson is quite robust.
    His hands hook the front of my hips and he adjusts my body slightly,
angling my ass upward and pushing my thighs as far apart as my nylons bunched
at my knees allow, until I can feel my lips spreading apart and the head of his
hard cock nudging at the entrance. He hasn’t put on a condom and I haven’t
asked him to. After feeling him come in me yesterday and last night, I don’t
ever want to wear a condom with him again.
    I woke up this morning after a day of incredible sex, sore.
Now, I clench my muscles with anticipation.
    But Henry’s hips still, and he lets his tip rest against me,
teasing me. “Are you sure you want this?”
    “Yes, of course,” I pant, my eagerness almost too much.
    “I’m not forcing you, am I? I don’t want to be mistaken here.”
    I hear the hint of sour humor in his tone and, given my
current vulnerable position, it’s annoying. I push back in answer, thrusting my
hips. His cock slides through my slit, coating it with me.
    He groans, fumbling with the buttons of his dress shirt, getting
them undone and the shirt off in record time, leaving him in only a white
v-neck undershirt. His hard cock juts out just behind me, already lined up.
    The anticipation is making me ache. I test the binding
around my wrists. It’s loose enough that my arms feel relaxed, but I won’t be
getting free.
    “Are you watching?” He plants a hand on either cheek,
grabbing a firm hold of my flesh, opening me up, his thumb skating along my
crack, pushing against the tight hole.
    I clench reactively. “Yes.”
    “Good.” He sinks into me with one slow but forceful push,
filling me so completely, making me cry out from the pleasurable pain. Again,
he freezes. “Does this hurt? Are you sure you want this? I thought you did but
I could be mista—”
    “Stop it.” He’s making fun of me and my body is pulsing with
need.
    “You want me to stop?” He begins sliding out.
    I fight against the binding on my wrists, desperate to reach
back and grab his hard cock. “ Please .”
    “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Abbi? I need to hear
it so I’m sure I’m not mistaken.” There’s a touch of anger in his voice, but I
don’t think it’s directed at me.
    “I want you inside me. I want to still feel you inside me
tonight when I go to—” My words cut off with a cry as he thrusts into me.
    And again, and again, his fingers squeezing my hips so tight
that I’m not sure I won’t be bruised. I’m enthralled with the sight of Henry,
his powerful legs straining as he drives into me from behind, his fingers digging
into my flesh.
    “You like watching, don’t you?”
    My agreement comes out in a moan. I thought I’d be embarrassed,
witnessing something like this, but it only turns me on. Good God. A few days
with Henry and I’ve already shed all my inhibitions. I’m doing things I
couldn’t even imagine. Things I didn’t even know were “things.”
    I can’t move much and so I don’t try, content to let Henry
do the work as I watch him pumping in and out of me at a deliciously hard, fast
pace, making my entire body rock and my breasts rub against the cold wood.
    “I need to feel you.” His hands loose their grip of my hips
to reach over his head and grab hold of his undershirt. He yanks it off and
tosses it to the floor, revealing that perfect upper body of rippled muscle. Rough,
calloused hands slide over my curves to fit beneath me, one settling on my
clit, seizing the bundle of nerves between his thumb and finger; the other to
cup the front my neck, securing me gently as his body folds over mine, until
his chest meets my back, all while he continues mercilessly driving into me.
    Somewhere overhead I think I hear a helicopter but I’m unable
to focus on anything but how