Page 29 of Big Bad Wolf

He grits his teeth, gnashing his fangs, staying as motionless as he can because that’s what I ordered him to do.

Let’s see how far I can push him.

While one hand stays on his thigh, helping me keep my balance, I use the other to take his cock in a firm grip. Wolf instantly bucks, though he stills a second later as though terrified that, if he moves, I’ll release him.

Yeah, right. After watching the way he worked his cock last night, I’ve been dying to get my hands on it just to be able to compare sizes.

And, just like I thought, he’s fucking huge. Seriously. I start stroking him with one hand, but this sucker’s as thick as a Coke can, I swear to God. One hand isn’t doing shit, and I free the other so that I can wrap both hands around his cock.

Wolf whimpers, and I grin. “You like that? That feel good?”

“That feels amazing,” he grunts.

I’m glad to hear it. I’m also stunned to see that the base of his penis is already starting to inflate a little. From how he explained it, the knot won’t fully form until after he comes, but I can’t risk him going off and getting stuck like that before I work this beast where it belongs.

“You know what’ll feel better?”

This time, his answer is a growl. “What?”

“Can I show you? Do you trust me?”

Do you trust me with this?

His eyes are burnished gold as he stares down at me. “Yes.”

Good.

I’m glad he said he did because the wounded look that flashes across his face when I let go of his dick would’ve hurt me, too. Luckily, I have no intention of teasing him to the point of pain, and as soon as I release him, I shove the ruined nightdress all the way up past my navel before throwing one leg over each thigh, straddling him.

He growls softly. “Red…”

“I told you, Wolf. Don’t move. Not until I tell you you can.” When his brows draw together, unsure, I reach behind me, gripping his dick. “Remember. Trust me.”

“Always,” he grates out.

‘Always’ makes me a little nervous, and that’s not all. If I didn’t already know that he could fit that monster inside of me, I’d be a whole lot more worried about what I’m going to do. But he told me I could take him, and he proved I could, and as I lodge the blunt head of his thick cock against my entrance, I only hope it wasn’t a fluke.

He hisses out a breath as I slowly, slowly sink down on top of him. No matter how long it takes, I go until I’ve swallowed every last inch. I mean, fuck. It’s like I’ve been impaled, but now that I know about the knot, I make sure our groins are flush before I—just as slowly—begin to rock against him.

His hands twitch at his sides, but he listens. He doesn’t move, letting me have complete control as I stretch myself out enough that I can ride him a little more.

“See?” I murmur. “Not so hard.”

His eyes burn into mine.

“Hard,” he grunts, “is not the problem for Wolf’s cock.”

I laugh softly despite myself. “You’re not wrong, are you? But, I promise, you’ll like how I mount you. How I ride you, Wolf.”

In answer to the moan that escapes me as his cock pulses inside of me at the sound of his name, he growls out mine. “Red...”

Clutching his shoulders to give me some momentum, I move against him, slow at first, then faster once it hits me that I’m the one setting the pace.

His breath roughens instantly. And though I know Wolf really is a good boy, when I moan his name back to him for the second time, the last of his restraint begins to strain. I’ll give him credit. It doesn’t break—not yet—but he can’t keep his hands to himself any longer.

Instead, they come to my hips. He doesn’t stop me from bouncing just enough for the friction to be notable. Oh, no. He doesn’t force me to ride him, either. Holding onto me, as though he just needs the connection, he keeps me with him as he rocks his hips, his head tipping back slowly as another groan builds in his chest.

When I don’t stop him, Wolf’s control slips a little further. Now he’s not just letting me ride. He’s a full participant in fucking me instead of passively letting me writhe on his lap. He’s panting now, and so am I, and when he bows his head over my shoulder, clutching his arms around me so that I’m locked in his embrace even before his knot ties us together, I give all the control over to Wolf and just hang on, enjoying the last of the ride.