The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Forty-seven: mated

Raf's POV

   Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and pictured myself laying on Frost's king-size bed, my legs spread apart and his digits buried inside my hole. A shudder coursed through my body as I pictured the sexy face he would use to look at me. I tentatively teased myself, moaning as I ran my fingers along the inside of my labia and massaged my clit. Maybe it was because he was watching me do it or the excitement that he will soon do that to me, but it felt better than every other masturbation. My toes curled tightly inside my shoes and it was becoming suffocating to keep them on. The pleasure tightened my calf and thigh muscles, causing my legs to tremble from the building-up pleasure. I continued to lightly tease my pussy lips, drawing most of the pleasure from my clit.

   Tears gathered in my eyes, my eardrums beating hard against my ears. I opened my eyes, allowing tears to roll down my face. I gasped as I found a pair of blue and silver eyes looking at my face, watching the faces I was making with a devilish smile on his face. Shit! Frost is back. His unplanned return caused me to jump back and I gave in to the urge to sprint, but he sensed what I was going to do next and pinned me down by my knees. My heartbeat quickened even more, cold sweat breaking out of my forehead as his devilish eyes and smile sent chills running down my spine. "F…F…F…"

   "Oh, don't let me stop you, sweet lips, carry on."

   "Um… well…"

   "To think my mate was this much of a slut. Tell me, do you get turned on watching me kneel?"

   "N…n…no, it's not like that…"

   "Then, have you been dreaming about my cock, princess? How many times have you cummed on yourself while thinking about my big cock?" My cheek grew more flushed. My body was trembling and excitement was building up inside me. I've always imagined him talking dirty to me and it made me cum more than a dozen times, but I didn't know it would feel this good. Frost pressed his weight down on my knee before his hand went around to hold the back of my waist. The expression on his face was enough to have me creaming myself. "Or, perhaps, you just want to feel my hard cock stretching this…" I squeaked as he thrust his index finger into my hole. His finger slipped in pretty easily because of how wet I was and the previous work I'd been doing.

   My body gave up and I fell forward, dropping my head on his hair. Frost chuckled, still rotating his finger inside me. "It's warmer than I thought," he pressed his thumb down on my clit, causing another shudder to travel through my body, and a loud moan falling from my lips. "Do you like that? Do you like it when I rub your pretty button like this?" He pinched my clit, drawing another loud moan from me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my eyelids closing as tears spilled down my face. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and clung to his shoulder for support as my body quivered like I was having a cold. The sensation was overpowering, far too much for my nerves to handle and he hadn't even started yet.

   "You haven't answered my question, Amado," he pulled at my clit, simultaneously giving it a pinch. "Do you like it?"

   "Any… any…" I stammered, panting for breath, "girl wi…will like it,"

   "Hmm, I see," he said nonchalantly, "let's keep searching for your special spots, shall we? On to the next question, do you want me to make you come?"

   "Yes, yes, please, make me come," I pleaded. My body was getting overwhelmed with the pressure I couldn't release, I badly needed to come.

   "Then be a good little slut and spread your legs for me," I figured I had a kink for being called a slut because of the way my body reacted every time I heard the word. I always ended up thinking about how sexy it would be if Frost called me that and yes, it met my expectations. Frost noticed my body reaction and broke into a laugh, "isn't that precious? My Amado loves being called a slut. Then, shall I call you Slutty?" I couldn't reply but the tint on my cheeks was a good answer for him. "Lay comfortably on the bed and spread your legs for me, Slut," my walls clenched on nothing, begging to be filled with something. I needed him and I needed to remember my primary objective. I can't let him get to me too much.