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‘Super hot?’ Wolf scratched his head. ‘I think that’s the first time anyone’s called me that.’
‘Well — aside from that,’ Sophia carried on, trying not to think about the fact that she was standing in front of this gorgeous man with her stomach on display - let alone her cleavage — ‘you’ve also been nicer to me than basically anyone. You helped me with my work. You didn’t kick me out of your place. You cook for me. You treat me like a human being. You look after me. You’re great.’
There was a look of genuine emotion on Wolf’s face, then, quietly, he said: ‘Shall I take my pants off now?’
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat as she said, ‘Yes I’d like that very m-much.’
Her eyes followed his hands as the scooted down. He teased off his leather belt, tugging the strap, loosening the buckle. The buttons came away and then, his pants slipped down in a heap.
His underwear was tight around his waist, tight around his hips, tight around his… bulge.
‘I figure,’ he said, fixing her with the look of some primal beast, ‘that it’s your turn now.’
CHAPTER 13
She wasn’t scared of his cock. That much she knew. Fascinated by it? Sure. Excited by it? Definitely. But scared? Maybe intimidated was a better word.
Wolf’s package, even though it was contained in his underwear, was still clearly fighting to get free. And it was a fight that — if she had to put money on it — Sophia definitely saw his cock winning.
Holy hell, you’re licking your lips, Sophia. You can’t stare at a man’s crotch and lick your lips! What kind of animal does that?
It wasn’t just his cock that was getting her all hot and bothered. Far from it. He had incredible legs. The kind of legs that you just know would power a body into all kinds of thrusty, poundy action.
And then there was that lick of curly, dark pubic hair — just peeping out from the waistband of his briefs. It trailed upward, joining a strip of impossibly sexy, beautifully masculine hair that traced its way up to his stomach — that toned, defined plane of touchable, squeezable sexiness.
His was the kind of body that could make you drool, the kind of body that made you want to pinch yourself, then throw yourself at its feet and worship, thanking everything good that you were born a woman who could appreciate perfection like this.
‘Um, so, is it your turn?’
Sophia’s mouth was open, and her eyes were wide.
Snap out of it! He’s gonna think you’re having an aneurysm!
‘Oh sure, one hundred and twenty percent my turn,’ she said in a way that was so pathetically uncool she practically burst into flames.
‘Well, go on then,’ Wolf said, cool as a frozen cucumber. ‘Don’t make me beg, babygirl.’
For a moment, Sophia was worried that she was so hyped-up she wouldn’t even be able to take her pants off. But the fear didn’t last, and soon, she’d wriggled out of her pajamas.
‘Eek,’ she said, ‘my underwear doesn’t match.’
‘Damn,’ Wolf said. ‘This had all been going so well.’ He bent over and grabbed his jeans. ‘Well, it’s been nice knowing you. Non-matching underwear’s the one thing I absolutely, totally will no—’
Realizing that Wolf was joking, Sophia leaned down and grabbed a sock, before tugging it off and throwing it straight at Wolf’s head.
‘Woah, woah, woah,’ he said, holding up a hand, ‘no fair — I’ve still got my socks on!’ Wolf mirrored her movement and removed his own socks before throwing them playfully across the room. Sophia fired back with her other sock.
‘Dang it,’ Sophia said, ‘no more ammo.’
‘Gonna have to fall back on the reserves. Something a little more revealing,’ Wolf said. His fingers moved to his underwear and instantly, the mood changed. All was serious, all was full of dark promise.
For a moment, Sophia thought about telling him to stop. But she didn’t want that. In fact, she wanted exactly the opposite.
She watched closely as he pulled the fabric down. Holy, holy, holy heck.
His cock wasperfect. Heavy and long and so, so, full of intention. It didn’t hang straight down and seemed to be rising with each moment to point toward her, as though he was saying, ‘You — you’re what I want.’
How was it going to fit inside her? She’d struggle even to push her lips around it, never mind about what it could do to her tight little pussy. Even so, the thought of trying to work out how she might make it fit was making her wet little entrance evenmorewet.
