His Pumpkin (Book 1)

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Quinn POV

My eyes stare at the walnut framed mirror in my bathroom. The light is bright and sterile, without clothes on, there is nothing to hide as I inspect my body. There is something new, I feel like I am not the same girl who used to stand in front of this huge mirror. But I love it, and I enjoy the fact that it was my Wolf who opens my eyes to this new experience.

Biting my lip, I turn to my side to check the curves of my body. Shyness blossoms in my cheeks knowing he saw it all, from head to toe. The imperfections that only my two eyes have the right to see splendidly paraded in his coal-black iris. I clip with my fingers the small baby fat of my tummy, a sigh escapes in my mouth as I plan to search for a healthy diet in my laptop tonight.

Facing once more the mirror, the medium size of my boobs at least doesn’t embarrass me, thou I don’t know if he prefers a bigger one. And I thank god that I got time to trim my bushy private hair this morning even I don’t know that I will be baptized by a huge hotdog today.

A flush of pink arises in my cheeks remembering how his body looks like. His shoulders were rounded, strong and bulky like a farm man, but not too big to be afraid of. The tanned color adds to his masculine appearance wherein the broad chest and abdomen are gifted with solid lines to emphasize the well-built muscle. It’s so firm as I run my fingers in every cord and the reddish of my skin stuck in my neck when the memories flashback.

A permanent ink of the moon and wolf is painted in his right chest, it fascinates me, the howling wolf facing the moon in a color of gray and black. The desire of the creature to voice out its inner self is shown in his tattoo.

Yet I found something else, some pockmarks in various part of his flat abdomen like a cigarette enjoy making it an ashtray. The broad and rough cicatrix at his back also did not hide at my sight. It looks like silver snakes, old scars that never been stitched and let it serve as a brutal reminder to him.

My lips parted to ask, to know what’s the history of the wounds that damage his skin, but when he devours my lips, agony flies out in the window of the Raffles Makati Hotel. He is not my first kiss, but with him, my heart skips a beat, excites me than my first kiss that just closed-mouthed like a high-school student do.

With him, it’s fully open, passionate, sensual that he guides me where to place my tongue, how to tangle it in him, to savor the sweetness that I taste only in his mouth. When we broke away to catch some air, I can’t believe I’m the one who grabs his nape, shove my lips once more, repeat the movement that he teaches me, deeper, hungrier.

My palms propel to my face, cover it like someone will see how embarrassed I am on the aggressiveness I act an hour ago.

And then that tiny hair in his navel, it’s not new for me to saw those lining hair for I am surrounded by a lot of men in our mansion most of the time. But in him, it is so fine, soft, thin and the fact that I discover where it is cascading, the cheeks of mine is now burning.

My best friend Emma and I sometimes watch X-rated movies out of curiosity, and I always feel like peeing when I see the mature scene. Then we will end up laughing for I never do the pleasure myself thing.

Man, private part is a normal topic and picture in our school, but not after I see the actual one and erecting! Sweat unchains in my palms, measure in my mind how big he is, 7? 7 and a half?

A nail of my thumb shoves in my mouth as I bite it between my giggles. The tingle of my core erupts, sense how it’s still swelling and yet here I am starting to soak my bush on the white substance that flowing out at my slit.

I never touch it, his one-eyed, purple-headed high-pressure veiny cane. The top of my shoulders sway as I chuckle on how I described his wonder Pedro, but I must admit, I’m frightened the first time it pops out in his boxer. Because the last time I try to give my middle finger a chance to enter in my hole, as Emma told me she tries, I end up feeling unease in just one stroke, urgently remove and never do it again.

The hugeness of him scared the hell out of me knowing he will drill it fully inside. If my finger feels unease how much more his pork sword that he points in my baby clip?

Moistening my lips, my back press at the large format sky-blue tiles. I waved my both hand back and forth like a hand-fan, induced air when the heat consumes my body.

The pleasure is unexplainable but surely amazing, incredible that it almost becomes the need of my body, because I’m yelling for another touch, excited for another thrust while still nurturing the small pain in my body.

Shit, what I am thinking?

Blowing in and out some air, my hands still swaying to my face thou it’s not giving breezes. I feel like I go for a run marathon when my body sweats in advance. The blushing is coating me yet the quivering of my center glowing. I chuckle and shake my head in the experience that change me today after my Wolf drops me in the park near our house.

Stepping to the ocean floor tiles, I stand with the silver shower head in my top. The need to eliminate my heat leads me to twist the shower handle cup unto cold-temperature option. Million of water drip to my body, shiver me at first, then relax me afterward. 

The shower lasts for half an hour before I step out of my bathroom while scrubbing the white towel on my short hair that reaches the level of my ears.

With panda plush slippers, my pajama and loose t-shirt give me a comfortable feature. The knock on the door stops me from crawling to my sleigh bed that designed with amazing sleek curves. It contributes a lot in enhancing the beauty of my room with a lot of pillows surrounding the mattress.

“Come in!” I shout to let the person outside hear my voice.

A young lady wearing a white uniform enters my room. She is holding a tray that contains a glass of milk and a small plate with one piece of a rolled pastry. The flavored of cinnamon and sugar soak in my nose, means it is freshly cooked as I always order her. A smile is sealed in her lips as she places my midnight snack on the side table.

She faced me, slide her hand on the pocket of her apron and take something inside. The smile never fades in her face as she raises her hand with a snickers, wink and waves the bar to me. Our laugh jumbles as I step near to her.

“Oh my God, Mia, I’m on a diet starting today.”

She is new in our house, but her cleverness and jolliness make her my recent friend and ask my father to appoint her as my servant. Her eyes widen upon hearing my comments like it is a big no for me. The reaction builds for my fingers to dive on her waist and pinch her.

“But look, I make a special one for you since I added cream cheese on top and some walnuts.” She said and accords her hand to the snack she made.

My mouth fell open when the melting ingredients on top and the brain shape nuts tease my buds. It woke the anacondas in my stomach, made me grin within with my saliva start to mold. Mia notices it for she lay the snickers chocolate beside the transparent glass with a white liquid inside.

“And your favorite bar of course.” She giggles as she speaks.

The action points out she steals it from the fridge that our old unmarried strict Senior housekeeper, Ms. Gracias, is guarding. She is like my mother who scolds me for eating too much sweet and more conscious of how I look than mine. When she said I need to be the same as the other girls who are checking their figure all the time, I reply with a kiss on her cheek and tell her she will miss a living teddy bear if I did.

A sigh escapes in my lips, glance once more in the delicious tempting food before flying my eyes to Mia. She stares at me with blinking lashes and tantalizing smile. In her teasing feature, I give up by taking the fork on the plate.

“Okay, I’ll just start my diet tomorrow,” I announce with a chuckle.

Ahh, I hope I will not have this motto every day.

Our booming laugh travel in the whole room as I began stuffing my mouth with the sweet bread.