Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

Kill him

Day 24 morning

It's early morning and you haven't made it to sleep. You are focused on his beautiful relaxed face on the pillow, his succulent lips so close to yours, but the air he exhales is making your nervous. You untie the knot of your dress, stopping the pain it's created between the mattress and your waist. You look down, trying to center your attention on something else. Always so neat, even when you sleep. You notice he hasn't taken off his rings so you gently take them off one by one. Michael moves a little, he could clearly feel something but that wasn't enough to wake him up, because of course you want him to open his eyes. You place your left fingers on the first button of his shirt. Tapping on it, moving the blonde hair out of the way and finally, you unbutton it, quickly continuing with the second one.

-What's up, little thing? – he mumbles still with heavy eyelids.

-You haven't taken off your clothes – you answer unbuttoning them all, waiting then for a reaction but nothing happens. You huff, frustrated due to being so tired but unable to sleep. Michael's arm snakes around your waist, tightly, bringing you even closer, your lips brushing together. You hug his neck weakly, sticking your chest to his, causing him to open his eyes – Meow – is the best you can say with pouty lips. Michael lets out a small laugh.

-Come here – he kisses your mouth but focuses more on nibbling your bottom lip. You grind your sex slightly against his, neither of you wanting to do abrupt movements due to the drowsiness. Michael takes off his clothes sluggishly, getting rid of your dress too, his palm coming down your spine to the curve of your butt. His other hand caresses your hair and tucks it behind your ear, taking a moment to admire your face in the dark – I was right, someone really got hooked.

-Shut up – you reply and attempt to go backwards but his arm comes back under your ribs to stop you.

-Oh, no, there's no escape now, my darling – his fingers grab your jaw as he leaves soft wet open-mouthed kisses along it, returning to your mouth later for his tongue to meet yours – Turn around – he whispers and you obey – Don't want you to get cold – he says pulling up the sheets that came down when you moved. His nails travel from your knee to behind your thigh making you jump at the tingles on the sensitive area. Then two of his fingers find their way to your slit, the spoon position almost exposing it entirely, and brush very softly your folds back and forth. You grip the pillow, his chin resting on your neck and the lustful wish between your legs are the perfect potion to have you moaning in protest for more – Shh, baby. What was happening? You couldn't sleep? – His index enters the tender flesh of your cunt, pumping in and out slowly to make room for the middle one. Once he has gathered enough wetness, he changes them for the tip of his cock and pushes till he is seated all the way in – Don't worry, I'll rock you to sleep – and with that he starts thrusting, the way your legs are bent almost to your chest providing so much pressure and fiction that your pussy lips quickly become swollen but you don't want to stop the electricity in your uterus every time he brushes your g-spot.

-Michael... - you gasp, his hand comes around your throat, but only placed there with no strength applied, just to remind you how he owns you, how the pleasure you are feeling and the sounds your cunt is making belong completely to him, who can take you to the stars or drag you to hell with a simple action, balancing between both worlds like it's nothing but a matter of a second to change from one to another. You plant kisses all along his thumb, wanting to have his mouth again but not daring to move, so you just try to reach his hair behind you, pulling from it harshly to help you keep composure but of course it's useless. He groans at your touch, speeding his pace, easily swimming inside your swollen hole. Aware of how you are clenching around him, knowing your body to perfection, Michael moves his hand down to your clit while his other one holds your waist firmly. It doesn't take long for his masturbation to have your cum connected to his, the mixture escaping in small drops from your warm walls. Michael stays there for a second, breathing loudly, but now both of his arms are snaking you tightly towards his chest like you are a treasure he just found, making it impossible for you to turn around again. He creates a path of soft kisses all along your scapula and just when you are falling asleep his fingers tangle with yours, resting on your belly.