Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Holding her in his arms was a fucking dream come true. He loved watching her sleep, just being with her lit his world on fire. Being with Darcy was exciting to him.
Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth, and then the other. He felt so greedy as he wanted both tits in his mouth, and he wanted to suck on the hardened tips.
She moaned and that went straight to his cock.
Fuck her.
Have her.
Fill her.
Mate her.
Get her pregnant.
He wasn’t sure which voice was the wolf and which one was him.
He couldn’t seem to help himself. When it came to Darcy, he wanted his fill.
“Fuck me,” she said.
Joe froze. “What?”
“Please, I want you. Do you … want to?” she asked, panting just a little.
“Yes.” There was no hesitating. He wanted her.
“Then we shouldn’t hold back. There’s no reason for us to hold back. I want to feel you.”
She kissed him and he just knew what he wanted. Reaching between them, he grabbed his cock and pressed the tip between her slit. He nudged her clit, drawing back, and then pressing against her. He heard her slight intake of breath.
Take her.
He moved his cock down toward her entrance, her virgin entrance, where no other man had been.
She was all his. Just as he was all hers.
Joe didn’t know if it was his wolf, instinct, or what, but he seemed to know exactly what he needed to do. Tensing up, he thrust balls-deep inside Darcy, and as he did, she tensed beneath him as he tore through that thin veil of her virginity finally making her his.
There was a slight scream that suddenly turned into a moan. He stared down into her eyes, and he saw the tears.
“I hurt you,” he said.
“It’s not that bad.”
“But, I hurt you.”
“Just a little. Trust me, we’ve all been in pain before.”
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Darcy cupped his face. “Look at me, Joe. Stop. It was going to hurt. The only way it wasn’t going to hurt, was if I didn’t come to you a virgin. Would you have rather had that?” she asked.
“No.” He didn’t want to think of her with another man. He didn’t want her to think about anyone else but him. Just him.
“You feel amazing,” she said.
Her pussy pulsed around his length, and much to his shame, Joe knew he wasn’t going to last long. This was his first time inside a woman, and she wasn’t just any woman. She was his mate. His soul mate. His reason for breathing.
There was no easy way, or right way. He felt his orgasm so close. Staring into her beautiful brown eyes, he felt like he was drowning but in a good way, which was insane, and he didn’t want this to stop.
He started to pull out of her pussy. He took his time, trying to think of anything other than how good she felt wrapped around his dick. Only, she was so incredibly tight and wet, and it felt so good.
He thrust inside her, then he pulled out again, gritting his teeth, and tried not to explode. He tried to think of math, or anything that would keep his orgasm in check, but nothing was working.
It was amazing, it felt so good, and then, on his third thrust, he came, and he did so hard. To Joe, it was the most mortifying experience of his life.
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Darcy stared down at the order for what felt like the millionth time, and all she could think about was this morning—this morning that had ended in a bit of a disaster. She wanted to blame her wolf, it would be easier to blame her wolf, but the truth was, she only had herself to blame.
She looked at the order of haberdashery items, and she already had the first five that were listed.
Joe kept dominating her thoughts.
It had started out amazing. Last night had been incredible. She had loved sucking his cock, and even though it hadn’t been on her mind, she enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. Joe’s mouth on her pussy had been even better. This morning, feeling Joe inside her had been wonderful. The pain, not so much, but after experiencing the bone-crushing, snapping, and flesh tearing of a transition when she was eighteen, losing her virginity at forty years old wasn’t so bad.
After Joe had thrust inside her a third time, and he’d come, it had gotten a little … strange. Not strange, pitiful maybe. She didn’t think either of them was to blame.
Joe had orgasmed and that had been wonderful to share with him, but then, once he realized he had come so quickly, he had pulled out of her. Then he’d seen the blood from her virginity, and he’d apologized and ran.
“You’re lost in thought this morning,” Callie said, making her jump.