Chapter Forty One- Wulf

                                    

                                          
It's a struggle to undo my pants with one hand, but I manage. Silvie is in her own world, blinded by her pleasure. My cock throbs just watching her.
                          
    Her soft moans, the tiny twitches of her body, her sweet voice begging to be fucked.
                          
    I was close to shooting off in my own fucking pants like I'm fucking fourteen years old.
                          
    Like she knows exactly what to do, Silvie pumps my cock and we both seek release. She's begging to be fucked and the last thing I want is a hand job right now. But I know it'll be worth the wait.
                          
    I close my eyes and listen to her moans. Feel her silken walls clutch my fingers. I've touched almost every inch of her body. Felt her naked in my arms. But never gotten to fully see her. What will it be like when that perfect body is beneath me, warm to my touch, coming on my cock instead of my hand?
                          
    Making some kind of guttural noise, my stomach tightens and I finish in her hand while she finishes on mine. We're melted together like one person. Her under my arm, resting against me, both of our chests heaving. This hotel room smells like cinnamon sugar and sex.
                          
    It takes two more days before we get to Phoenix. We stopped in El Paso for the night, also known as the armpit of America. We ate killer barbecue for dinner and left early enough the next morning to catch the sunset over the desert.
                          
    "It's amazing out here," Silvie says, standing on the patio of our AirBnB. It's a little house with a jacuzzi, a pool, and a perfect view of nothing but mountains and cactus. She sits down on a lounger, wrapped in a blanket, spine straight, soaking it all in.
                          
    Standing behind her, I rub the spot over my heart as I soak in a view of my own. Her dark hair cascades down her back, beyond her is a perfect sunset. An orange glow that fades to pink as it melts against the desert. "Beautiful," I say out loud.
                          
    "Hold me?" she asks without turning around.
                          
    Something about her melts me more than the sun. I would hold her for hours out here if it meant her happiness. I sit behind her, wrapping her tighter in the blanket, kissing her neck as darkness folds in around us.
                          
    Before we rode out here, I texted Brick to let him know I'd be out of cell range. If anything happens he can handle it. He gets to play president for the next three days while I get to play house with Silvie.
                          
    Out here, there's no club. There's no other MCs to worry about. There's no Joey Northcutt. There's just me and her.
                          
    Pulling her even closer to me, I kiss down her neck from behind. It's slow and gentle and my cock is already weeping. The need to be inside her is overwhelming.
                          
    "Silvie?" I whisper, biting her ear. "Do you feel what you do to me, baby?"
                          
    I take her hand and place it on my cock. She rubs the over my sweatpants and wiggles back against me. When her ass presses down on me, I have to bite her neck. It's more harsh than the moment calls for, but it's better than ripping her clothes off.
                          
    I'm trying to make this sweet for her, but a man has limits.
                          
    Scooping her up in my arms, I lay her down on the bed and watch her hair spread out around her. My finger rubs over her lips and she sucks it into her mouth. "Tell me you need me baby," I say, letting my head falls back again.
                          
    "Wulf," she says my name and waits for me to look at her. Unbuttoning her jeans, she shimmies out of them. Then she pulls her shirt up over her head. Wrapped up like a present in a black bra and panties she says, "I need to be yours."
                          
    "Fuck," I groan dropping my head back again.
                          
    I should fall to my knees and worship her pussy with my mouth, but I can't. It feels like there isn't enough time in the world to do the things I need to do with her. I slide my pants down and throw my shirt off.
                          
    Her little panties come off easily, revealing what I've felt but never seen. Her perfect pussy is on display beneath me. My cock jumps at the sight. She sits up and unhooks her bra, showing her creamy white tits with hard nipples.
                          
    "Fuck," I say again because right now it's the only word I know. I fist my cock, stroking slowly.
                          
    I guide myself to her entrance and ease it up and down her slit, testing her wetness. It slips up against her clit and she moans. Pushing in slightly, I watch her tight hole swallow my head and have to remind myself to breathe.
                          
"Are you ready, baby?" I'm asking her as much as I'm asking myself.
                          
She never lets her eyes leave mine. "Mm," she nods and I push all the way in.
                          
Her face twists in a mixture of torment and temptation. I hold myself still, feeling her tightness wrap every inch of me. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to hers.
                          
"No one will ever get you like I do. No one will ever fuck you like I do. No one will ever love you like I do, baby."