She Wolf

ELEVEN

As soon as the words left my lips he growled and bent down so that his body was pressed against mine and his mouth capturing mine. I felt his member throb as he grinded into my bare skin, the contrast of his jeans driving me crazy. I wanted to feel his skin against mine so bad I could hardly stand it.

My mouth occupied by his, I reached down and started to life his t-shirt. I managed to get it up to his shoulders, finally make him let go of the kiss to pull it all the way off. He lowered his head again quickly, kissing my neck eagerly. In the same fashion, my hands worked on the buttons of his pants, reaching under his boxers and wrapping my hand around his member.

I gasped when I felt him, and he groaned into my neck as he squeezed him. There wasn't any room for me to move my hand, and I wanted to see him. I wanted to see what he was about to ruin me with.

In a quick movement, I rolled us off of the couch, his back hitting the floor, my body falling on top. He grunted, but before he could take control I shimmied my way down his body, tugging at his pants. He helped me get them off and when they were off his dick sprung out laying hard and heavy against his stomach.

I almost salivated.

Quickly I took hold of him again, making his stomach coil for a moment before his hands reached up running up and down my arms.

"Holy fuck Yoongi." I breathed running my fingers up and down his shaft.

"Baby, I'm losing my patience." He breathed, his fingers digging into my arms.

I could feel myself ready for him, but I found myself struggling from what I wanted. Do I want to ride him until he explodes or do I want him to fuck me until I could no longer walk?

But he decided for me.

I had to let go of his dick as he reached down, taking me by the hips and pulling me upward. Somehow, we made it back onto the couch, him sitting in the middle and me still straddling his lap. His cock was leaning right up against my hot core and I wanted nothing more than the sink onto him and feel how incredible that stretch would be.

His hand tangled in my hair by the root, tugging just enough to make me look at him. His eyes were dark circles making me even more excited. We were both breathing heavily and I could almost feel myself dripping by the energy he was exerting. I kept as still as possible even though I wanted nothing more than to rub up against his throbbing cock.

"You going to listen to me like a good girl, baby?"

I tried to nod, but his grip on me was so tight I couldn't. "Yes." I breathed out.

"Then lift your hips for me." His voice was low and gravely, causing my body to shiver. I lifted my hips like he asked, and he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock was at my wetness. "Now lower yourself."

When I did, I hissed at the way he felt inside of me. I was so wet that there was no resistance and each inch of him made me feel euphoric. My breath caught in my throat and my stomach jumped at the pleasure, Yoongi not letting go of my hair in the slightest. I whimpered when my hips met his thighs feeling as full as I have ever felt before. His other hand landed on my waist, holding me down on him and not letting me move.

"Yoongi." I whimpered, wanting the sweet, sweet relief the wet friction would give me.

"Stay." He commanded, his voice low and gritty.

"But..."

"Stay." He said more firmly, leaning forward and kissing my chest. I whimpered, trying hard to listen. Not only did my body disagree, but my inner alpha was struggling. I had never listened to another man like this.