Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales (5 page)

“This is different? Are you hungry? I could get some Pizza? The
parentals
are still gone.” He said grabbing the cordless phone. I mean it was the first time I ever acted like this so naturally he would think nothing of it.

“No but I’m hungry for something else.” I clipped the button from his shorts. His eye twinkled. I yearned for him.

I climbed off him then knelt down between his legs. Yanking his shorts down to the floor. I could see his fleshy sausage throbbing bigger from his briefs. I clamped on the outline of his sausage, tasting the soft cotton, and also a little bit of him. He moaned.

Fingers slid underneath his briefs. Gripping his manhood. He tiled his head back in delight. Pulling his underwear, I quivered in delight seeing his blood engorged manhood proudly standing erect. I knew he was massive but I didn’t realize that he was this big.

He was almost the size of my arm. And getting bigger with each downward stroke. I stared incredulously at the deliciousness of his meat. It was as heavy as a baseball bat. I gulped from the uncertainty of whether I would be even to contain his meat inside me. I didn’t want to disappoint him.

His thickened rod glistened under the living room light. The leather sofa crinkled from his leaning back. He looked at me straight in the eye. I knew what I needed to do.

Soft luscious lips wrapped the tip of his cock sausage, whose flavor was that of sweet and salt and utterly alpha male. The taste was so good that my tongue wrapped around, not just the head, but at the base of his shaft. The licks on his jagged foreskin turned his breathing ragged.

“Am I doing it right?” I asked smiling. He nodded.

I licked him all along the depth of his shaft, feeling every macro-inch of the bulging veins that wrapped around him. Soon I wanted his sausage in my mouth. But the tip of his massiveness was too big. Whatever. I would try anyways. I opened wide to contain his rod in my mouth. Looking at him in the eye to check if he liked it.

His hand rested on my head. It was a funny feeling, but his gentle push helped me secure more of him. I was able to get at least half-way down his shaft. My mouth bobbed up and down.

“Yes you’re doing right.” He said, “Now play with yourself, Claire. Get ready for me.”

But I had already started. I rubbed my fleshy center vigorously matching the rhythm of my bobbing head. I wanted him inside of me. My mouth did not leave his cock when he stood up. Grabbing the back my head he pushed me towards him. He must really like this. I was so happy.

“Now get up, Claire.” He said in a friendly commanding tone. “And bend over the sofa”

Without asking any question, I dutifully obeyed. The leather sofa crinkled again as I bent my body towards it.

“That’s right. I want you to enjoy this. Raise yourself up a little bit more.”

The lifting of my air was instantly met by the pushing of his cock against my shorts, penetrating my hole just a little a bit. In a second my pink panties were pulled down to the floor. He started by caressing my back then gripped my flowing breasts. Good thing I didn’t wear a bra. Outlining the curvature of my fleshy mounds, kneading them, testing their weights, stretching them apart and squeezing them together.
 

“You’re really good at that.” I said almost moaning.

Hands soon bore down my sides grabbing my waist. His cock rested on my moist flower’s opening. I was as so wet that drips started sliding down my inner thigh. I got excited but at the same time worried about the massive cock that was peering at my opening. Ready to impale me.

“You ready Claire? I want you to enjoy this.” he asked. I nodded and raised my ass more to give him the best angle.

“Good girl.”

He entered me slowly. Spearing me to the center of my deepest insides. He was only an inch in me, but it felt like I was extremely filled up from the insides. The fleshy walls expanded desperately to contain him.

“You ok?”

“Yes, go slow ok?” I said.

He descended deep in me, although I knew he meant well, there still was pain at my insides. But this pain was soon replaced by deep delicious pleasure. A singular moan escaped my lips. Drawing in breathe I felt myself expanded to the fullest.

He pulled out. Then slammed down again.

“Nggg,” I clenched my teeth.

I have to admit it felt good. Soon he was thrusting deep in me, with each slam he would send a shockwave towards my core. My limbs tightened as I pushed against the sofa. His rhythm turned to fast and frenetic. He grabbed on to my waist and pulled himself to my center with a band.

Shlop Schlop.

The clapping sound I found erotic. I loved it. I loved how he used me like this, for the mutual benefit of giving ourselves pleasure. Soon my insides throbbed in pleasure.

With that he lifted me from my waist. I couldn’t believe he could lift me like that! He was still inside me. The hard wood of the kitchen table found the warmth of my back. He grabbed on to my ankle and split my legs apart as he eased into me. I liked it like this. He embedded himself into me and made me feel vulnerable.
 
He smiled as he drilled me with his massiveness. I arched my back to match his deep thrusts.

He thundered on me so much that, not only did the table shook, my breasts swayed with the motion. While he rocked me, he gently captured me with his lips. I kissed him hungrily, his taste richer than a Godiva chocolate. A fleshy sensation formed in me. His frenetic drilling ruptured the waves building into me, reaching a crescendo. Finally they released themselves in a fiery cataclysmic response that shook me from the insides. My first climax from penetration. The arching of my back turned to convulsions of pleasure as a ripple of ecstasy flooded through me.

When the spasm of pleasure subsided, Angelo smiled lightly. He must have known, as he increased his pace even more. He was thundering on me and I knew that he would also come soon.

“Claire…” he arched his hips deep in me. “I love you...”

With that he yelped a cry of deliverance. His magnificent body shuddered. I felt him explode into me with his final thrusts of climax. His hot lava spilled within me, injecting me, and embalming me.
 

“I love you too,” I whispered.

It was over judging from his uninhibited cry of satisfaction. He crashed down to my breast. Kissing them before kissing my neck and my lips. We crashed down the sofa cuddling each other. Side by side. The hardness of his chest warmed my core. My eye-lid grew heavy as I smiled from satisfaction of, not just that we were spooning with each other, that I finally allowed myself to deserve him.

***

The next week was a break before the semester started again. It was a week of bliss. Finally, I had let and accepted of going out with Angelo. Clasping his hands, basking in the sunshine, strolling through the park. We were just another young couple. It didn’t bother me that we would be step-brothers and living in the same roof. The idea of belonging to him made more sense. We’d already planned how when we graduate we would be living in a different part of the city. We would get a new apartment and then maybe get married once things were in place.

Wearing my pink dress, I pulled him in a secluded area of the park. I kissed him under the shade of the tree near the edge of a small pond.

“I love you...” I whispered.

“I love you too… hey.”

Like the sudden onset of storm clouds, Oliver and his friends surrounded us.

“Look at what we have here boys. Isn’t this sweet. Brother and sister.” Oliver said. “So what happened to our little cutie-pie date?”

“Shut up!” I screamed. Turning to Angelo, “let’s go love.”

But before we could move, the gang had already moved to trap us in their circle. There were four of them including Oliver. All of them were equally as big, if not bigger than Angelo. They wore grungy clothes with chains around swinging in the pants and biker gloves.

“You should leave. You’re in my territory” Anglo said in threatening voice stepping in front me.

“Yeah. About that. I guess that fat bitch of yours got some loyalty through her skin. I guess we’d have to settle this the old fashioned way.” Oliver said crackling his fists.

“What did you call her?” Angelo barked. I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

“A fat…urrrrg.” With quickness that was impossible for a human, my man had gripped him in the throat, and lifted him clean of the ground.

“Are you crazy?” Oliver tried peeling Angelo’s hold of him.
 
“We’re a pack! You would go against a pack?”

The others approached Angelo threateningly. “Yeah. I’d challenge an entire pack.”

With that he threw Oliver to one of his friends. Upon impact they rolled on the ground and splashed into the water. I covered my mouth. An instant had not passed, when from the splash of the water, two wolves emerged -- darting towards Angelo.

Angelo was barely to shield himself from the lounging of the wolves. One jumped and bit into his forearm while the other clamped down on his leg. His painful cry echoed over the pond. But before anything else could happen, Angelo swiftly rotated his body almost whirlwind-like, causing both wolves to release their bite and fly in the air. One crashed on to the heavy bark of a tree. It fell on the ground, collapsing and closing its eyes. One down. Three to go.

“You’re a lot tougher than you look kid,” said one the thugs. “Let’s see how tough you really are.”

The man along with his friend ran jumped into the air. I couldn’t believe my eyes. In mid-air their body snapped into the form of wolves. Their paws landed on the soft ground. Growling.

They both darted at Angelo. It was a mad rash of malignant hatred. Two speeding lupine bullets lunged at Angelo. One missed from Angelo’s lightning flash side-step. But the cracking of skull was heard as Angelo punched the top of the skull of the other, burying the wolf deep to the ground. The ground released a shockwave that coursed through me. Two down. Two to go.

Before I could reel back from the wave, the two wolves again lunged at Angelo. One bit into his shoulder, tearing his flesh and causing him to reel in pain and crash on the ground. And they didn’t stop there. Instead they seemed to have their eyes casted one me.

I shrieked “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!”

They were encircling me, stalking me in those scary steps of theirs. Their growls, not just sent shivers down my spine, they terrified me at my core. I fell to the ground, when one wolf lunged at me. His fangs were only inches away from me. I smelled its nasty breathe. Something had pulled it. Angelo, bloodied and battered lifted the wolf from the neck. The wolf trashed at him trying to break free. But his spine must have split when Angelo hurled it towards a tree.

Only one wolf remained. The biggest of all. A Mohawk like fur from its skull. Oliver.

He growled. Angelo looked at me. From his eyes, I saw severe pain. He was losing a lot of blood. When the big wolf started to dart at him he closed his eyes and ran towards it. My mind must have been playing tricks on me as I saw Angelo morph into a wolf in mid-air before clanging against the other wolf.