Claimed by the Wolfe men

The night that changed everything

“Stop?” Hell no! I replied without even thinking.

The second I heard myself, heat rushed to my face. And that’s when I realized I sounded desperate, hungry, like a girl who had no business wanting a stranger the way I wanted him.

He simply chuckled, as his lips curved into a slow smirk.

“Alright, princess.”

His lips went back to my c**t, he began licking slowly, then gradually increased the pace, as his fingers kept on rubbing it lazily. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain the moan that wanted to escape me. My hands gripped the soft sheets, the taste of champagne still faint on my tongue, mixed with alcohol and adrenaline.

He slid his tongue inside me, licking, thrusting and rubbing, my body arched towards him almost like it had a mind of its own, almost like his entire plan was to ruin me completely.

“Damn princess, look at you,” he whispered with a hot breath against my opening which sent a shock throughout my entire body. “I’m not inside of you yet, and you’re already so wet.”

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t respond as I was trying to hold onto whatever ounce of control I had left in me. Just then he came over, hovering enough to stare deeply into my eyes, and possessive enough to make a whimper escape my throat.

He tilted my chin toward him, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my lungs freeze.

“Tell me, what do you want, princess?” His voice was a low rasp. “Do you want this?” He asked as his finger went in again, causing me to moan against his mouth, “Or do you want this?” He asked as his finger curled upward, which instantly made my waist arch towards him in surrender.

I swallowed hard, as my chest rose and fell too fast.

Then slowly he withdrew his finger, with his eyes still locked on mine, he put them into his mouth hungrily, as his eyes ran through my body. It was something between hunger and restraint. He kissed me deeply, making me taste myself on his tongue.

He unzipped his jeans, as his c**k sprang free. It was thick, hard and throbbing. My eyes widened at the sight of him. Slowly he began stroking it, watching me as he watched me stroke himself. He moved it below, and began stroking it at the entrance of my shaft, slowly and teasing, like he was reminding me who has the power between us. My juices were already all over my thighs, my legs kept trembling as I thought of what he could do to me, without him being inside me yet.

“Open up for me princess,” he commanded, and I obeyed without hesitation, as my legs moved apart for him on their own.

He moved between my thighs, as he gripped them hard, and in one hungry brutal thrust, he went in fully. As soon as he was in, pain and pleasure shot up in my eyes. I held onto his shoulders tightly as my nails sank into them. I cried out, as my head slammed back into the pillow, every muscle locked from the pleasure, and the sharp pain burned from losing my virginity, and from the sheer size of him.

“f**k princess. You’re so tight,” he gritted, as he took slow strokes.

I breathed hard as I pulled him closer to myself, whispering. “Raph! It hurts. It hurts so bad.”

He looked at me, slowly and possessively as he lifted his head, but didn’t pull out. “Shhhhh. It’s okay princess. I got you. Just let me in, let me make the pain go away.” He replied as he drew back, then thrusted again, deeper this time. It was a slow rhythm that gently moved from pain to pleasure, as the sting turned into something addictive.

“Oh my god! f**k!” I moaned loudly, instantly forgetting that I had just been in pain a few seconds ago.

“That’s it princess. Take it in. Take it all in.” He rasped against my ear, and gripped my waist, as he moved faster.

Of course, I did. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I took every groan, every thrust, every promise, as he drilled inside me like he was trying to make me into a different person, just for himself. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think, I could only feel, and he f****d me like a man who wanted to claim something that was his, something that he had waited so long for.

As his hips slammed into mine again, the bed creaked between us, and my cries filled the room, which he made sure he devoured every time. His hand found my c**t again, rubbing them in hard circles. I completely shattered under him, screaming his name like a prayer and a curse I wanted at the same time.

“f**k—f**k Raph” I screamed as he kept thrusting, not minding the juices I was spilling over his hard c**k. He kept thrusting, despite the fact that I was having an o****m every minute.

“Yes princess. That’s it. Keep giving it to me, I want your juices all over my c**k. f**k!” he exclaimed, as his head went backwards, his eyes went shut, as he groaned breathlessly, then with one last thrust, deep and punishing, he came with a low guttural growl, as he spilled all over me. It was hot and intense.

We laid there, still tangled in the sheets, he pulled me in closely, as if leaving me would destroy everything we just shared. He kissed my forehead, as my head rested on his chest, I could hear his heartbeat.

“Uhn—Raph—I have to tell you something.” I stammered, as the words came out in pieces.

He stared at me, like he was trying to figure out what I wanted to say, then his eyes lit up as if he suddenly remembered something.

“Amy, did i—please don’t tell me that was your first time?” he asked with a concerned look in his eyes.

I couldn’t meet his eyes, so I just shook my head and blushed.

“f**k. Damn it,” he exclaimed, sitting up straighter, guilt flickering across his face, as he dragged his hand through his hair. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea otherwise I wouldn’t have—.”

I shook my head immediately, sitting up too fast.

“No Raph, it’s fine. I also wanted it, so you don’t have to feel guilty about it.”

He searched my face, still unsure, still frustrated with himself, but eventually he gave me a weak smile and guided me towards the bathroom. The warm water made the glass foggy, everything smelled like amber and jasmine, his scent.

He washed my body slowly, gently, as he showered kisses over them. We kissed under the spray, our hands wandered, our mouths wanted more, but it wasn’t hungry like before, it was softer this time.

When we got out, he handed me another shirt of his, led me to bed, wrapped me in his arms, then we fell asleep. By morning, when I got up, he was gone, more like the apartment was cleared. I didn’t panic, I guess that’s expected when you spend the night with a stranger. My eyes went to the table beside the bed, and I found a note on it.

“My bed looks way better with you in it, princess. This was the best adult sleepover I’ve ever had. Hopefully, we get to do this again soon. With love, Raph.”

I sank back onto the pillows, covering my burning face with both hands as I giggled. “God this is insane,” I whispered into the empty apartment. “I just had my first time with a total stranger and I don’t regret it.” But little did I know he was about to change my entire life.”