WOLF

As soon as the door slammed, Wolf looked down at Alexis sprawled on the couch beside him. Her big dewy eyes stared back at him, and her cheeks were rosy as they stared at one another. Time seemed to move slowly, just the beat of his heart pounding in his chest. The voices from the TV become muffled as the thin string holding them apart snapped.

Reaching down, he engulfed her small wrist with his hand and pulled her smoothly up and onto his lap, with her back resting against his round stomach while both of her legs straddled his legs on either side. He scooted his pelvis forward to give her more room. His painful erection swiped her ass as she got comfortable. He tried his best to settle into the back of the couch.

Alexis hesitantly looked over her shoulder at him, and his heart clenched. She trusted him enough to be alone with him, but her innocents spoke volumes.

Determined to make her feel more relaxed, he pulled her gently against him and wound his arms around her. He breathed in her intoxicating perfume, keeping a tight hold of her. Still not ready to believe in their newfound relationship, but holding her closely definitely helped.

They stayed like that for a while, settling into one another, getting used to each other. Wolf could feel her shoulders slowly relax, and the side of her head rested against his jaw. She smelled like jasmine today.

He wondered what she would taste like? Sometimes she would chew this overly sweet cotton candy gum, and other times she'd come home all sweaty from one of her runs. Would her pussy taste the same? A mix of sweet and salty?

Crap, he could feel his balls tightening.

How could he not think about her? For days now, she entered every thought he had—morning to night and even in his dreams.

Now that she was his, he couldn't help but slide his left hand down over her hip. Trailing down her soft thigh and back up, lifting her skirt to slide his palm against her warm flesh.

Her hand clutching his forearm flexed. Fuck, she was like Christmas morning. Waiting for him under the tree. Restless for him to unwrap her.

Inhaling sharply, he gripped her inner thigh tightly. She let out a breathy moan, and his pulse quickened. He let go before she'd bruise and appeased the aching flesh by sliding his hand over the delicate skin. In turn, she dug her nails into his arm.

He gathered up her skirt to her navel to reveal her pink thong. She tried to twist out of his arm, but he just held her tighter. Not wanting her to get away. Not now when he finally had her.

"Such, a naughty girl." He nibbled on her ear, trying to ease her nerves with pleasure. "You couldn't wait for me to touch you. Even with the sun still up and your brother sitting right beside us." He said it as more a statement than a question. Wanting her to know he knew what she had been trying to accomplish.

He brushed his fingers over the small triangle of fabric. Wolf slipped his middle finger under her thong, grazing just above her clit, hooking his finger to the other side and pulled it taught. She moaned, arching her back as the fabric dug in-between her butt cheeks.

He ran his other hand down her pelvic bone, under the clinging fabric, and between her folds. Finding her drenched with need.

"Fuck, you're sopping wet already." He groaned into her ear.

He let go of her thong, and it snapped against her clit. She bucked forwards and let out a little cry.

"Shhhh... What if Mike comes back and finds your pussy out and straddling my lap?" Wolf rasped his stubble against her cheek. "Do you want that, Alexis?"

"No," she shook her head and looked at him full of untapped desire. "I just want you."

His body stilled. No one had ever just wanted him. They always used him for his money or to get to Mike, and when they couldn't get those, they just left.

"Fucking hell, Alexis," he grunted and grabbed the thin piece of fabric. Yanking it clean off her body in one quick move.

"Oh god," she moaned as she arched her back. "Wolf!"

His name leaving her mouth surged him forwards. His fingers were big but agile from years of playing video games. He pinched her clit between two fingers and glided them back and forth over the hood to stimulate the swollen bud underneath.

Her breathing turned frantic. She looped one hand around his neck and pulled him into a hot messy kiss.

"Wolf, that feels so good!" she moaned between breaths.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Wolf, I need more!"

Wolf growled deep in his throat and traded her sensitive clit for her wet cunt. He easily slid one finger in, then two and had her moaning his name loudly in a matter of seconds.

Fuck, that was hot. Wolf needed more of her. If she got any louder, he'd come in his shorts from just hearing her lust-filled cries. He eased up a bit and began to explore the rest of her tight body.

He ran one of his hands up her flat stomach over her dress and onto her breast. He pinched her hard nipple through the fabric and then moved to the other stiff peak.

Just like last time, his dick was a rigid pipe underneath her glorious ass. This time she reached her hand down between her legs and onto his pulsing member. Clenching his jaw hard, Wolf's hard cock began to leak as she stroked it through his shorts.

"Fuck," he said out loud. "Baby, just needs my cock?"

"Mmmm..." she moaned again as he thrust his fingers faster inside of her. "Wolf, please..."

He cracked, all his patience gone and just the need to please her remaining. He removed his fingers with a satisfying pop and grabbed hold of her lifted her off his lap.

Wanting the same thing, she stood up and turned around. For a couple of seconds, Wolf just took her in, every curve, smile and hesitant look.

"Come here," he managed to get out.

He pulled her onto his lap, both of her legs straddling his stomach. She looks down and tentatively slid her finger down his chest and towards his throbbing cock.

Alexis fumbled with his shorts for a moment before her shaking fingers managed to undo the tight button. His dick was still covered by his boxers, but he could feel her intense gaze on it, making it jerk beneath.

"Babe, I promise we can go as slow as you need to," Wolf said as he kissed her shoulder. "He's all yours."

Her brow furrowed, but she must make up her mind because the next thing he knew, his dick got sweet relief. Watching her, he held his breath. Her small hand cautiously wrapping around his thickness. She could barely reach all the way around.

Sweat accumulated on his brow as he tried to hold back. Her touch was heaven, but at the same time, pure torture with her innocent movements driving him crazy.

"Babe, if you keep touching me like that, I'm gonna blow my load all over your stomach."

Alexis let go of his cock and turned flushed cheeks on him. She eyed his mouth for a moment before she leaned in to kiss him. Her hands wove into his hair, and he winded his bulky arms around her small frame pulling her tight against him as the kiss heated up. Both of them panting heavily, trying to get as much of the other as they can.

Sure he might be a patient man, but he never said he was a good man. Grabbing her bare ass, he slid her up and down his shaft teasing her entrance. Her soft folds caressed the sensitive skin of his shaft, making his balls tighten and threatening to spill. Just a little higher, and it might slide in, he thought. He wasn't going to go all the way today, but her actions earlier had him buzzed. All the teasing and want between them hung a heavy fog in front of clarity.

He lifted her further, once and then twice, each time just teasing her tight hole. She hung her head back, lost in her pleasure as they coaxed each other.

"Wolf," his name had him leaking pre-come down his shaft and mixed with her pussy juices.

"Alexis," he grunted her name as she tilted her pelvis forwards, "we can't," he gritted between his teeth. "I don't have a condom."

She whimpered and begun to thrust her hips quicker. Not caring that her entrance had become coated with his seed. He tried to hold her back, but she somehow managed to keep rubbing against his hard length.

"Fuck, Alexis!" The tip of his cock wedged itself into her entrance, but she was delirious with need. She kept on rubbing until his cock begun to slide into her tight hot core. His fingers dug into her flesh as he braced himself. Letting her take the pace.

Her moans turned to cries of ecstasy as she drove home. The tip of his cock collided with her cervix as her inner muscles fluttered around his thick cock helplessly. He'd never felt anything like it. Giving up on restraining himself, he let the overpowering lust take hold of him. He thrust up, and she bucked forwards. He held onto her ass firmly and thrust up again, making her cry out.

Finding their rhythm, he hammered himself home, savouring every moment of being inside her hot cunt. He knew he'd never be able to give her up.

His pace quickened as he felt her inner walls squeezing in on him. She was already so tight he probably wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. Pulling her down harder and faster, he lured them towards release.

She smashed her lips onto his as her orgasm crashed over her. It squeezed his cock painfully tight. Before he could pull her off, too lost in his pleasure, he unloaded rope after rope of semen into her young cunt.

Fin

Hi everyone! Thank you so much for all your support by reading Alexis & Wolf. This has been one of my first works to actually finish. Super proud of myself for accomplishing a goal I've had for over a decade!

I was tempted to write more, but I felt this was a good place to cap it off. Not to worry, I have more sexy readings coming your way. No pun intended.

- Chelsey ;)

Clover & Grayson

Pt 1. Dinner

Clover

Clover flounces down the steps, her thighs clenching together with every step, a playful smile biting at her lips. She's wearing a pair of skin-tight leggings with a pink thong a size too small. It presses oh so deliciously into her clit and enticingly rubs against the length of her ass. Last minute, she decided to ditch her bra. Her girls practically stand up on their own anyway. She's all-natural under her slinky blue crop top.

There's light laughter filtering in from the kitchen. Clover's bare feet pad against the wooden flooring as giant butterflies take flight in her stomach. She's been waiting all week for him to show up at their annual Friday night dinner get-togethers.

Her father works for a prestigious firm filled to the brim with handsome young men with enough ambitions to make your teeth hurt. They'd trot through her house at dinner parties like they were going to be the big next thing. That's the thing, they never came back, they never made it big because they weren't man enough to play with the big boys upstairs. Name in point, Mr. Grayson.

He fills up a room with not only his presence, stern attitude, but also his big bulky body. He absolutely dominates anyone who underestimates him because of his appearance. He's so much of a man it makes Clover itch to see him come undone. It's been her life goal to see him rattled. To see his composure slip. Make him say something outrages from between those tightly guarded lips.

Clover has repeatedly tried her wits on him over the years, but he always seems to know what to say and how to counter her. Tired of defeat, she decides it is about time she goes in for a win by using her feminine charm.

She knows how boys look at her at college. How they drool over her extra-large breasts and her round perky ass, but she's never been interested in them. They do nothing to entice her. To challenge her.

Sashaying confidently into the kitchen, Clover plasters on a fake cheerful smile. Hiding the devious one just lying below the surface.

Both her dad and Mr. Grayson turn their heads as she enters. Mr. Grayson sits on one of the bar stools just off to the side behind the kitchen island. Today he's wearing a dark charcoal suit with his short brown hair neatly combed back. A couple years back, he started to grow grey hairs around his temples and sideburns. Adding sophistication and maturity to his outwards appearance.

"Did you finish your homework for the day, Clover?" Her dad has his back to her, flipping the stir fry in the wok.

"Sure did," she smiles brightly even though his back is to her. Clover makes her way over to Mr. Grayson and gives him a big hug around his neck. "Hi, Mr. Grayson, here for my dad's famous stir fry?" She leans back a bit and gives him a wink.

He stiffens for a moment, not used to her flinging her arms around him and hugging him. She started trying it out a couple months ago. But got nothing more than a light pat on her back. He does that now, but Clover doesn't let go. Instead, she takes advantage of the closeness to rub her braless tits against his broad chest. Her slender form rests against his long leg.

She's never stayed so close to him, and for the first time, his male scent fills her nose. A deep musky smell with hints of timber. She inhales deeper and decides she likes it.

"You smell really good, Mr. Grayson." She leans back, her hands still wrapped around his neck. Her slinky top falls lower, revealing the soft slopes of her pressed-together breasts. His face is perfectly schooled, not even a trace of a ruffled feather.

"Damn it," she thought. She's just going to have to try harder.

"Thank you, Clover." He gently tugs her hands from his neck. "Why don't you find somewhere else to sit?"

"Sure thing!" She beams at him.

He'd just given her the best idea.

She squeezes her small body between him and the counter. Immobilizing him from backing away or getting up to leave. Stepping onto the small brass bar at the bottom of the island, she leans forwards and plants her peachy ass right between his legs. His stomach's girth helps pin her against the counter so she won't slip to the floor. It's not the most comfortable position, but it's worth a try.

"Clover," his voice is low, sending a shiver through her body.

"It's working!" she beams inside.

"This isn't what I meant."

"It's okay, isn't it, Mr. Grayson?" She pulls out her other secret weapon. The man simply can't say no to her.

"Clover, don't pester the man." Her dad says over his shoulder. He's too concentrated on the sizzling vegetables to turn around.

"It's fine," Mr. Grayson says.

He shifts slightly underneath her. Hopefully, he's feeling the lack of underwear? Clover leans forwards on her elbows and reaches for a stray vegetable that didn't make it into the wok. She can feel her crop top hike up, further exposing her back. She can feel the tail of her thong pokes just above her leggings. Mr. Grayson breaths in deeply behind her. His stomach pushes her a little too tightly into the counter. Her body strums with power, but instead of placing a hand on her, he reaches for his glass of wine. Her ego deflates. The man is unbreakable.

Her father starts a conversation with Mr. Grayson while Clover stews in her thoughts. How to make a man bow to her will? She adjusts her butt in his lap as she thinks. If tonight doesn't pan out, she's going to have to ask her friend for advice. Her friend constantly obsesses over guys, though she's never dated before. Clover's hope falters once more, maybe not the best idea.

Mr. Grayson grunts, bringing her out of her thoughts. The two men are still deep in conversation while something hard wedges against her left butt cheek. She thinks it's something in his pocket and wriggles her butt to move it out of the way. Instead, it seems to fall because it gets bigger and more uncomfortable. She can't think with the big object pushing against her, and she tries to move again.

Mr. Grayson grabs hold of her hip and steadies her in place. His fingers brush against the bare skin of her stomach. His hand is so big it's almost long enough to span past her belly button. The protrusion still presses into her, and she tries to move, but his grip on her tightens.

Clover briefly looks over her shoulder, annoyed that he won't let her move. His face is hard, but there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his jaw looks to be clenching together. Looking back over the kitchen island, she feels a triumphant moment race through her. He almost looks like he's uncomfortable!

Score one for Clover.