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My big, bulky arms around her, I looked her features over. And she looked up at me, expectantly. I started to say something, but she put her fingers over my lips. Too many good ears in the place. No conversation. I got it.

But I didn’t want to kiss her. I didn’t want to have sex with her. And I thought that was a big problem. Maybe a side effect of Amber’s little white pill.

Giselle’s expression...demurred. Her gaze dropped to my adam’s apple, and she buried her head against my chest. What else could I do? Put a hand to the back of her head and hold on.

She sobbed silently in my arms. And I had the time to think...she was good. The longer she let me hold her, the warmer my body got. If making love to her would stop her from crying, take her mind off of...other things...than I was her man.

I didn’t find the idea distasteful. I just...had a greater desire to be with Amber. To pry her out of Frank’s circle of reach. I gritted my teeth.

Giselle must’ve heard it. She lifted her face. She looked so sad. So contrary to the girl who had climbed on my chopper. I thumbed a tear away from the corner of her eye, and kissed her, then smiled at her.

By all accounts, Giselle is beautiful. Just not my preferred taste. Too skinny, too little, even though she’s got some boobs and hips on her. It wasn’t like making love to her would be a hardship, per se.

And my cock had been pretty much erect since I met Amber, i.e. since I’d been in Giselle’s company, too. It hadn’t laid low in the time the woman was up against me. But, for the first time in my life, I really wasn’t up for the free pussy.

Giselle’s fingers slid up and around my neck and drew my head down for another kiss. The girl’s got some serious lip action. But she pulled her mouth from mine very quickly, trailed up to my ear, and whispered, “You have to fuck me...hard and loud.”

My cock throbbed at the sexy talk, and the tremor her words, and the air from them, sent into my audio canal. I slid a leg between hers, and whispered back, “Why is that?”

I was amused. Thought it was funny. Don’t know why. We were whispering, but if anyone was listening at all, they’d hear our conversation.

She giggled, flicking a tongue in my ear. “Because...I kiss and tell.”

I pulled back and looked at her. “Is that right?” It was a little funny.

Of course, I’d put Hood out of mind for a moment. The girl can distract ya, I’ll give her that.

Giselle nodded, seriously fighting a twisting smirk of her lips. “And I compare...shamelessly.” She slid a finger between her teeth and sucked on it, waiting for me to make a move. When that didn’t get it, she leaned to my ear again, tapping that same finger on my lower lip, and said, “And I tell Amber everything. Now, impress me, big boy, or I’ll tell her that you can only make women taking orgasm pills come.”

That stunned me a little and pissed me off more. Orgasm pills?

And what was worse was the fact that I knew I hadn’t done much to please Amber, either of the times we’d...copulated.

Giselle’s finger slid down my chin, straight to my zipper. She didn’t undo it. She slid her fingernail over it, though, causing my cock to tingle. Then, she squeezed my organ through the material in a full grip, and went about massaging me through my pants while I stood there in a stupor of sorts.

It took me a few minutes to get a hold of her by that wrist. To stop that. Lifting her hand in the air, I said gruffly, “Why are you doing this?” She started to say something but I felt it would be a lie, maybe it was the way she shrugged before she opened her lips. I’m a master of reading body language, if nothing else. I jerked her wrist a little and added, “And don’t tell me it’s for my benefit, or Amber’s, or anyone else’s. What’s in it for you?”

Giselle, amused, said, “Maybe I miss the
Wolf
physique.” She meant my brother Bark’s massive cock. She didn’t have to spell that out for me. And she’d already checked my piece. We were blessed in that department. Trunk-like legs, like I told you.

“You’re telling me that Hood doesn’t do it for you?” It came out, guttural-like, and very low.

And maybe, at that moment, I had a sudden urge to be better than him. I willed her to say it. We stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds, maybe a minute. Until she tipped her head and grinned, “I’m always looking for satisfaction, and I promise you, you’ll give me some.”

Hood had gone into the next room. Presumably to make some calls. I had a sudden sure belief that he was listening to everything we said. I wondered, if he cared about her at all...

They were going to get married.

And I was...what? The appetizer? The fluffer? The warm up boy?

Was Hood in the next room getting his kicks? Knowing that I was between the rock and a hard spot? Political and personal suicide could follow screwing his woman.

Through the door, I heard Amber’s laughter. And Frank’s.

That pissed me off. I was nobody’s warm up boy. Or flunkie. I was the Gaia-damned CEO of Wolf Enterprises.

On that thought, I scooped Giselle up and covered the ground between there and the door. In no time flat, I had her naked beneath me. She’s a screamer. The minute I went to slide the head of my dick into her, she groaned, arched, and said, “Oh, Gaia!”

It was a real tight fit. I hesitated. I am very big in circumference. She’s not large to begin with. Honestly, I was afraid I’d split her open.

With her breasts bulging, squeezed between us, and her nipples rubbing against my chest hair, we hung onto each other, waiting for it to ease and stretch down there. She closed her eyes, whispering, “I didn’t think you could possibly be bigger than Bark.”

That brought a hoarse laugh from me. Which, of course, made me slide in a little bit more to the sound of her chuckling and ouching. And stopping me with, “Oooh. Wait.” She pushed at my chest. Her frail little dainty hands...so tiny. Laughing more, she begged, “Pull it out, Mark. Quick.”

I didn’t want to, now that I was half way in. Her tightness felt really good at the moment, squeezing my cock tight, like a virgin. Actually, I marveled at her. And looked her over beneath me before moving. She was just about perfect in form. Barbie in brunette. Maybe a little more hip to the balance.

“Mark,” she said, not keeping her voice low any more. “I need you to go down on me.”

“Wha--? Oh.” I pulled out of her instantly.

She groaned even louder. And I don’t care who you are. That is a turn-on. Especially at the quick hand she pressed down and around my manhood. So I wouldn’t feel the loss of her cunt? I dunno. It made me feel...close, wanted.

Giselle tipped her head back and said, “What you have here...is a gift from Gaia, Mark.” She stretched to kiss me, still holding on.

I gave her the tongue. And we went at that for several minutes. Plunging tongues mimicking what I’d wanted to do with my cock. What I was gonna do with my tongue when I could draw away from her mouth. Giselle really is professional at that. She sucks tongue, gets a man thinking about what else she’ll suck. Makes you feel like showing her everything you’ve got.

Moving down her body, I kissed and laved and sucked. I buried my nose between her breasts and held the round orbs to my cheeks. I thought about titty fucking her.

Her fingers held the back of my head to her, kind’ve cradled me there. I liked being there, at that moment, held in her arms, knowing she really wanted me to do it all to her. Go down on her, slide my dick in her cunt again, and.... She lifted my head and said, “You go down on me, come inside me, and I promise you, I’ll give you head.”

Then she kissed me. Gave me tongue, sucked mine again, and pushed me to a spot between her legs. Closing her eyes, she said, “Show me what a lumber wolf tongue can do. I don’t get that...ah...any more.”

Giselle’s sweet down there. I’ll say that. I lapped up her juices and reached in as far as I could, rubbing her pubis and clit against my teeth. I wanted to get her g-spot and stimulate her from outside at the same time. It didn’t take long before she had both hands gripping the bedding, tilted her hips up, and screamed, “Deeper, dammit!” and followed that with another, “Oh. My. Gaiaaaa!”

I sucked every drop of fluid she put out. And my cock dripped at about the same rate. I had to climb up between her legs and slide it in.

Bouncing the head at her opening, I scooped her up in my arms and said, “Giselle, I’ve gotta get inside you now. Else I’m gonna spill on the floor.”

Silently, she nodded, closing her eyes. “Do it.” She tensed for a moment as I pushed, just a little slide. The head popped in. We both groaned. I dropped my head to her breasts again.

Her fingers skidded up my arms to my shoulders. She got a grip there and said, “All the way, Mark. One. Long. Thrust. Okay?”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Once it was buried, I let her hang on. I felt her muscles convulse around me. And truth be told, it was all I could do to hang on. And that’s when I realized what a glorious, glorious fuck Giselle Racini was.

Tight as shit, while I clung, she squeezed Kegals, pumping me. And then I couldn’t hold back. In long, deep and fast strokes, I fucked her--smoothly, fully, until she was screaming again. Well, moaning.

I collapsed on top of her. I may have passed out. She held me some more.

That’s the thing about Giselle, she makes you feel at home in her arms. It was okay to sleep there. Everything was okay with her.

There’s no telling when I rolled to my back, or pulled from her womanhood, for that matter. But I woke up with her soft hair spread over my chest, and my arm around her, holding her to me.

I remember having to take a minute to realize where I was, and who I was with, and then staring up at the ceiling. There was nothing in my chest. No urge to go again. No urge to leave. But it felt good to have a woman in my arms. I thought she was asleep.

She wasn’t, though. The minute my breathing changed, I felt her moving, sliding along my torso toward my manhood. She examined it at length, while I watched. She picked it up, measured it against the height of her hand. She couldn’t quite get her hand around it. She tried, though. Squeezed it until I was almost blue down there. The head swelled up.

Giselle surprised me more by slipping over me. Frissons of sensation crawled like electricity through my legs. It felt like a movie. She came to rest with my cock between her breasts, the head at her chin, looking up at me with a grin.