Yielding to the Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (4 page)

“Jerome…
Jerome
…
Oh! Oh! OH!
" Her orgasm hit her like a train. Her senses were reduced to a set of screaming carnal desires and all she was aware of was her pussy pulsing around Jerome’s unrelenting dick, her hips furiously grinding against him, her body writhing as waves and waves of ecstasy consumed her. She heard herself shrieking in pleasure, but everything else was a haze.

Nothing could have prepared her for that.

Her body went limp as she came down from her climax, but Jerome gave her no respite. If anything, seeing Sharon come so hard beneath him seemed to have sent his inner Wolf into an even wilder frenzy. His breaths came in ragged growls, his eyes were wild, and his body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His cock slid in and out of her ferociously and her slick walls gripped him in vain as he moved.

He leant back again, exposing her breasts again, and grabbed her by the waist, lifting the entire bottom half of her body off the bed--still pounding her, still driving his dick over and over into her hole, harder and harder until the only sound she could hear was the obscene wet slapping sound of his balls against her ass. He had complete control of her. All she could do was take it and that was all she wanted to do.

What if he came? It struck her that he had never put on a condom, and judging from his frantic pace he couldn’t be far off.

“Jerome… don’t…” She didn’t know a lot about this sort of thing but she knew if he came inside her she could get pregnant. She imagined what it would be like feeling his hot cum streaming through her pussy. She didn’t finish the sentence.

Besides, it seemed he wasn’t finished yet. With an animal snarl he pulled his cock out of her and, hands still gripping her waist, flipped her over in one disorientating motion. Between the tortuously empty sensation of her abandoned pussy and the shock of his rough handling Sharon couldn’t put two thoughts together, let alone speak. She couldn’t see Jerome, but she could feel him crawl over her, his body lying over hers and his breath on her neck.

“Don’t what? Don’t fuck you? Do you want me to stop?” he whispered deeply into her ear.

“No…” she gasped.
Please don’t stop
, she thought desperately.

“You like having my dick inside don’t you? You like it when I make you come over me?”

“Y-yes…” She’d never been spoken to like this, why did it turn her on so much? “Please , just put it back in…” Jerome gave a low chuckle and kissed her neck roughly, before leaning back again.

“Show me how bad you want it Sharon. Stick that beautiful ass of yours in the air.” She didn’t even hesitate. She shakily got onto her hands and knees before him, arching her back as much as she could and keeping her face on the bed. “That’s it, that’s it--spread your legs too, show yourself to
me.”

She did it. She knew that with her back arched like this and her legs splayed so wide she had no modesty left to her at all. Her drenched pussy was gaping open, and she could feel her wetness trickling down her thighs. She could even, she noted with a small blush, feel cold air against the exposed bud of her asshole. If anything knowing she was offering Jerome such an obscene sight only made her more desperate to be filled.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you…”

“Me
what?
”

“I want you inside me…”

“Say it again.”

“
I want you to fuck me
.” That was apparently all he needed. One second she was waving her hips at him, begging him to screw her, the next he was feeding the entire length of his shaft into her hungry depth in one deep stroke. “
Yes…
”

There was no buildup this time, no gently quickening pace. Jerome was going as quickly as he could, driving her wild. His hands were on her waist again, holding her in place and pulling her body into him with every stroke.

She could never have imagined herself in such a submissive position, being taken from behind like this--nothing was hidden from his gaze, her ass cheeks were being spread lewdly apart by her position. For some reason the idea that he owned every part of her was intensely erotic to her.

Every thrust of his hips sent shockwaves rippling through her buttocks, eliciting another sensual moan from Sharon. His cock seemed to push deeper than before, touching her in places she didn’t even know existed and stretching her further than she knew she could be stretched. She just wanted to slide up and down his cock forever,
nothing
could ever feel as good as Jerome’s girth inside her.

Her gasps and moans were coming quicker and quicker now, her whole body geared up for another climax. She no longer even cared if he came inside her--in that moment the thought of Jerome getting her pregnant didn’t even seem so bad…

His hands were on her breasts again, pulling and toying with her swollen nipples. He was bent over her, his full weight on her.

“Do you want to come again?” He growled into her ear, sending shivers along her spine. Just hearing him say that, and hearing him grunt and groan into her ear was driving her insane.

“Make me come, make me come…”

He leaned back, still grunting, still breathing haggardly, still driving into her with all his strength, every hammer-like thrust sending a wet slapping noise reverberating around the room.

She knew what she needed. She needed to feel it. She needed to feel him spurting inside her. He must be close…

“Jerome… make me your bitch…
oh
… make me your…
ungh
…
bitch
!” She didn’t know where that came from but it seemed to drive Jerome completely over the edge. His groans took on a guttural quality, more beast than man. With one long cry, almost a howl, she felt him unload into her.

“
Sharon… Sharon…
” She could feel it, stream after stream of his cum filling her up inside, more than she could have imagined he had in him. It was too much for her to handle; her body shuddered as her own climax came at last until her own squeals and moans drowned out even Jerome’s. Her spasming, pulsating pussy seemed to be almost trying to suck the last of his cum from his shaft.

She had no idea how long she came for, her mind was thrown into complete disarray by the sensory overload she was under. The next thing she was aware of was the weight of Jerome’s body slumped over her, his loud breathing on her neck.

They lay like that for what felt like minutes, but it can’t have been more than twenty seconds in reality. Jerome rolling over to lay by her side was like pulling the blankets away and letting the cold light of reality in.

She was naked, lying on the bed a guy she’d just met. Covered in sweat, her legs were wide open, and cum dripped from her. Had she really just done that? Had she actually lost her virginity to a man who turned into a wolf once a month? She tried to recall how she had felt in that moment, when she had wanted him inside her so much that it hurt. It was like trying to recollect the memories of another person, some other Sharon Jerome had called into being.

“So,” he said at last, “still want to find your dorm?” She looked at him at last. He was smiling again--there was no judgment in his eyes, he wasn’t a wild animal any more, he was her Jerome--naked, sweaty--but still Jerome. She laughed--the situation was so absurd she could do little else. Relief broke over him as it became apparent she wasn’t about to run off in horror at what she’d just seen, and he leaned in and kissed her again, softly, his hand gently caressing her face.

“No Jerome.” She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest until they were lying entwined, neither of them bothering to get dressed again.

He was right, she realized, she shouldn’t have stayed a virgin for so long.

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