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“No one can cook as well as my chef. I have the best in Manhattan,” Max said with a sly grin.
Oh great. He’s one of those. A rich cunt who likes to show off. The only good thing about this is there are people around. If anything happens, then at least my body will have more than one fingerprint on it to find out who killed me.
Max stepped out of the car and gave me his hand and I took it once more. The warmth of his hand made me feel secure and the warmth from his hand made me feel like I would never let go of it. He must have felt that too because he held my hand pass the security desk, into the elevator and into his apartment.
When he opened the door, I marveled at the room. I was like a kid in a candy shop. I want to live there and be with him forever, but I knew it would only be until the main dish was served and eaten and hopefully that was me.
Then I would be shown the door early in the morning after he had used me thoroughly, and after I had gotten what I needed, because an attractive man like him must have women coming out of the woodwork.
“Would you like something to drink?” I sat down. I’m suspicious by nature and I was suspicious of someone putting something in my drink. I stood up.
“I’ll pour it. I don’t want to drink too much.” He glanced at me.
“Did you think about what I had said about me being a Werewolf?” His voice echoed tender and low.
“Are you serious?” I said with a small laugh turning to look at him. He stood close behind me. His eyes were stern and they were a bright golden brown.
“Do you see that moon?” He pointed to the large full moon hanging outside as if we could touch it. It wasn’t hard to see through the panoramic glass. I nodded. “I’m controlled by the moon.” He stepped closer behind me. “But now I’m controlled by you.”
I turned my back on him to pour my drink and laughed. He can’t be serious. This must be a new rap to get a woman to spread her legs.
I felt the strength of his large cock through my jeans. I felt the pulsation and the want through my clothing and I turned to face him. He placed a warm kiss on my lips. My body melted and I leaned into him and I felt him filling me even though he hadn’t taken off his clothes.
Resisting him kissing me wasn’t anything I had considered. What was there to consider? I was being kissed softly, gently, and warmly by a man who thinks he’s a werewolf. Should I go along with his fantasy, I asked myself.
Why the fuck not? Was my answer. By now I still hadn’t given him my name. What was he going to call me after we made love? But it wasn’t love I was after because I didn’t think that this would go any further. How can you have a relationship with a werewolf? Now I had gone over the top thinking he was a werewolf.
“Relax,” he said to me, “Take off your clothes, or would you rather I do it.” When he spoke his voice was tender.
“Can I take a shower first?” I said moving away from the massive pull he had over me.
“No. I want your smell. I want it all over me. It’s your smell that drew me to you,” Max said in a soft murmur. What the fuck does smell have to do with his attraction to me, I wondered. His eyes locked with mine.
He watched at me as I took off my shirt. He watched at me as I dropped it to the ground and I unbuttoned my bra and dropped it.
His eyes glistened when my breasts fell from the bra. He reached with his hands and came close to me and kissed my nipple. “These are magnificent,” he said looking up at me. He whisked me up in his arms. We forgot about the food and he carried me to his bedroom.
The lights were dim and he could walk around it and lay me on the bed. Then he pulled my shoes off and dropped them by the bed and then he took off my pants and I had on my panties. The ones I wear with jeans. He pulled them off of me with one hand and place them to his nose.
“Now I will be able to find you wherever you are.” I smiled isn’t that what they use trackers for or dogs. He really is taking this werewolf thing serious. He really believes he’s a wolf the way he’s sniffing my panties.
What the fuck, and who cares. He’s handsome and freaky and he’s just what I’m looking for. By this time I had forgotten all about Derick.
I lay on my back looking up at Max when he tore his shirt off and I watched at him with a gasp of pleasure. His shoulders and chest wide, his arms long and hard. When he pulled his pants down he wore no underwear. It was all naked power.
His legs hard and moved with quickness as he leaned over me with his wide shoulders. He smiled, “I want to satisfy you. I don’t want you to want anyone but me.”
Did he know what he was saying? If I had him, I would never want another man, ever. “I want to kiss you between your legs. I need to do that to prepare you for me,” he said in a wonderful low seductive voice.
“What is there to prepare for?” I asked. He reached for my hand and placed it on his penis.
“OMG,” I whispered and my eyes opened.
“Yes. It’s that big. I’m a werewolf. I told you this. I want you for my mate and I hope you accept me. I have been looking for you for a long time, and when I smelled you, and watched at you, I knew I had found the one. That one is you.” His voice cut through me. He could fuck me now anywhere within reason.
“But you don’t know my name.” I managed an awkward response.
“Your name is Lela. I saw it on your identification when you dropped your purse.” He smiled. He kissed me on my lips and then kissed my nipples and I shattered into pieces as he lightly kissed my hips and moved down my body making me breathless.
He kissed my pubic hair as he raked a hand through it. “Nice,” he said and kissed my thighs. He didn’t mind that my thighs may have been too small, or my ass too big. Only I fixated on that.
When I watched at him as he opened my folds, and sniffed me and placed his tongue between them, I arched my back and he placed his large hands under my butt and held it up as his tongue circled through me and then plunged into my opening. His tongue felt like Derick’s dick inside me, so I wondered what Max’s penis would feel like. I was beginning to like this werewolf thing.
Enjoying the moment was all I could think of, and I needed to put Derick out of my mind. What Max was doing to me with his tongue on my clit and his finger in my opening, had me exploding with waves of ecstasy and pleasure.
Raising my body to his face and looking down on him gave me the most intense erotic feeling. My body quaked from Max’s raw sexuality as he fluttered his tongue over my clit and I found myself screaming and clinching on to his muscular arms.
My body moved back and forth up and down meeting his face and knowing that I was finally being satisfied as I had never been before. I didn’t want to lose this man.
“OMG I’m coming, Max,” and he kept up the flurry with his tongue until I couldn’t handle another orgasm. It was one after the other. I dug my nails into his shoulders and he didn’t flinch. Finally I pulled at his shoulders up to give me a breather. When he pulled up his body and looked into my eyes, he placed the tip of his cock over my opening.
“I need you. If you must scream then do so. Bite down on my shoulders if you need to. It won’t hurt me. I like it if you bite. I know it will hurt at first, but I need you. It’s the full moon and I have to have you.” His voice a seductive whisper into my ear as if he was charming me.
It worked because when he made a sudden push down and his large hard erect penis pushed through me. I exhaled. He entered my soft flesh and filled me, and then the pain was no longer there, and I began to enjoy him in my body.
Max tried not to place his entire body over mine, and I looked down and saw what was in me and it was large. I wondered if he wanted me to give him a blow job because I wasn’t sure I could get it into my mouth but I would try.
He was at the height of his passion for my body and I raised my hips to meet his and he pushed in me and pulled out over and over. I was wet from exhaustion and from unexpected orgasms. I couldn’t cover up my body’s reaction. My breath came out in long submitting moans. This werewolf had me. He was the Alpha and now I belonged to him.
Whispering in my ear, I could hear Max breathe in and out, “Lela, I’ve never enjoyed a woman as much as I’ve enjoyed you. Will you be my mate?”
“I don’t know.”
“Didn’t you say you love me?” And he pushed into me. My mouth opened with a gasp.
“You heard that,” I said as I raked my hands through his curly dark hair and he calmed down.
“I heard everything you said about me. And now I’m claiming you and no one can have you now because you’re mine.” I thought of Derick as I was on my fourth orgasm and then I thought of him no more.
“I’m yours, Max. For as long as you want me.”
“We werewolves take our mates for life. Can you make that commitment?” He asked me. And he made a loud grunt and I opened my legs and he fell into me filling me and pleasing me.
When I woke the next morning I was lying in his beautiful strong arms and sleeping on top of him. Somewhere between him fucking me from behind, we had managed to fall asleep.
I trailed my fingers down Max’s handsome square face and placing it on his lips. He nipped at my finger and opened his eyes. He was still lying underneath me. He glanced down at my small body lying on him and he smiled with contentment.
“I’m hungry,” I said.
“I guess you are. That’s natural for a pregnant female.”
“A What?” I said looking at him with narrow eyes as he smiled back at me holding me tighter in his arms.
“You are carrying my pups,” Max said with a natural proud voice and exhaled with contentment as he wrapped his arms around me with a touch of warm enjoyment.
The End
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