Red's Wolf

I didn't even last two minutes after that display. My tension released, spilling cum into the condom with the rhythmic pumping. Her pussy held me in place while she whispered encouragement through my orgasm, "Good girl, fuck baby. Cum for me. You are so hot. Yes!"

I collapsed on top of her, letting her trail kisses all over my face as I recovered. Her heart beat under me, a calming rhythm. Relaxing into her, I ran my fingers over her supple breasts and sides, reveling in all of her soft skin. My wolf was practically prancing. After a minute, she stirred and I realized I was still inside of her and she was probably getting uncomfortable. I was a little stiff, but not hard anymore, I began to pull out.

"No, wait!" She pleaded. Then with a thrust of her hips and shoulders, she guided us to roll over so that she was on top, straddling my hips. My toes curled as she adjusted herself on top of me. "Do you think you could go again?" she asked as she rolled her hips. Already I could feel the blood flow back to my groin and I nodded.

"But, shouldn't we change the condom?"

Scarlett giggled, "Yes, just, hold on."

With impressive precision, she pulled the condom off, kept it from spilling, and launched it into the trash by her dresser, then she leaned off the bed, allowing me to hold her thighs so she wouldn't tumble head first, to grab a towel. She wiped me up then tossed the towel aside to grab a new condom. Within seconds I was back inside of her with her thick thighs under my hands as she began to bounce up and down.

"Fuuuuuck," I moaned deeply.

"Yeah, you like that baby?" Then her fingers grabbed my breasts, zoning in on my nipples. The pinch she gave my right nipple seemed connected to a thread embedded in my gut. I felt the jolt, causing my hips to thrust off the bed. Scarlett let out a surprised squeak from the movement. We both stopped for a moment. Then I flashed her a wicked grin and thrust upwards again.

"Ahhhhh! Sawyer!"

"Do you like that?"

"F-f-fuck!"

My grin widened.

Her chest grew red and her head threw back as I did it several more times. I moved my hands, gripping right where her thighs met her hips. I used that to leverage her up and pushed my cock up as I pulled her back down. The air rushed out of her lungs in a desperate grunt as I increased my speed. Soon I was practically jackhammering into her from below as she squealed and writhed above me. I could feel her tense as she grew closer. I kept up the speed, but moved my thumb to her clit, flicking it.

She twitched then shouted, "I'm, I'm cumming!" Suddenly a spray of clear liquid shot out from her, coating my stomach and even hitting my chest. She cried out again, gripping my breasts hard for stability as I kept pumping. "Okay, okay! Stop!"

I stopped moving immediately and caught her just as she collapsed across my chest. Her heartbeat matched my own, rapid and heavy. Our breasts slipped over each other, slick from her squirt. I reached up to run my fingers through her fiery hair. After a few minutes, she pulled away to look at me. There were tear stains on her cheeks and my stomach dropped out of me

"Scar, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" The panic evident in my voice.

She wiped her face quickly, shaking her head. "No, no, baby, you were perfect! Better than perfect. I've never cum like that. That was...that was, I don't know, phenomenal, extraordinary, incredible."

I blushed as she buried her head in my neck and kissed that spot that sends shivers down my spine. With her pressed to me, I knew she could feel the shiver. She sighed deeply. After a minute, I felt the uncomfortable pinch on my shaft from softening inside her. I wiggled a hand between us to extricate myself.

"Hmm? What's wrong?" She sounded half asleep.

"Sorry, just needed to pull out."

She pouted adorably as I slid out. I was still chubby, but quickly going down. Pulling the condom off proved a little difficult, I wasn't nearly as smooth as she was, but I managed. Then I pulled her back over me and dragged the covers up around us.

"I can't fall asleep yet," she groaned.

"Oh, do you need me to go?"

"No! No, I want you to stay. Um, I just need to use the bathroom. Maybe get a towel to clean us up a bit?"

I nodded as she crawled out of bed. A few minutes later she came back with a warm, damp washcloth and rubbed down my stomach and breasts. She spent a little extra time on the mounds while I laughed.

"Okay! They're clean!"

"Mmmm, better make sure." She bent and licked my nipple.

"I'm cleaned up, promise!"

She pulled back with a skeptical grin, "Well in the morning I'll drag you into the shower to make sure."

Before she let me snuggle in for the evening, she swatted my butt and sent me to the bathroom. When I came back she had the blankets turned down and her supple form looked so inviting lying sideways on the mattress. I slipped in and she turned off the light by her bed. She curled into my arms as I laid my head down on the pillow. Inside my wolf was close to purring, and I had to agree. We'd found our mate, and she was perfect.

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Epilogue

Scarlett eventually moved in with me after a few months of playing hard to get. She and May took a liking to each other right away, as well as a liking to bossing everybody else around. Within the first year, Scarlett took over the pack community house three nights a week to make huge dinners and require that everyone be present and rave about her cooking. She finished up her classes and we were finally married.

Our first litter, two girls, were born the following spring. Once the girls were born Scarlett went down to just two nights a week of cooking elaborate meals in the pack kitchen. Our second litter, two girls and a boy, were born three years later, right when we thought we could finally keep up with the other two. One of our girls, Maxine, was like me. When the anatomy ultrasound said we were having two boys and a girl, we knew better. The DNA tests revealed Maxine was my mini me in every way. When she was born Scar swears she screamed until I finally scooped her off her mama's chest.

As they grew, we quickly realized that while we loved a full house, we needed more space than what my parents had built. We saved up and with some help from the pack with labor, we built our own house on the west side of the little neighborhood. It had plenty of bathrooms to satisfy our soon to be five teenagers and space for us to get away.

Surprisingly to me but not to my mom, all of our kids could shift at twelve, just like full-blooded wolves. I loved taking them to run, sprinting through the woods with my brood at my heels. Deven was faster than his sisters, even his bigger sisters. He could sprint from one end of the territory to the other while barely getting winded. Scar would stand on the porch and pretend to time us as we ran laps around the house in the evening.

With two 18 year olds and three 15 year olds, we didn't get much privacy around the house. But occasionally when the girls went for a sleepover with Mara and the triplets went with the younger trainees for camping trips, we got our house to ourselves.

One of these evenings, I came jogging up to the front porch, shifting as I hit the top step. It was a warm summer night and the lightning bugs blinked around the house as I opened the door. I reached for a pair of shorts out of the nearest laundry basket when I heard my wife call from the hall.

"Sawyer, is that you?"

"Yup! Just got in. Kids all set for the night?" I called back as I searched for a shirt that wasn't sized for a teen. I had to get after those girls about throwing their crop tops in with the general laundry.

Scarlett appeared just as I'd chosen a white tank top. "You aren't going to need those," she cooed. My jaw dropped. She was wearing a baby blue, see-through nightgown that flared out over her full hips and fell to her knees. "Kids are gone, it's just you and me."

"Fuck, baby. Where did you get that?"

"You like?" She giggled as she twirled. Both of us were softer than we were 20 years ago. I had scars on my back and neck from a few battles and she had stretch marks across her stomach and breasts from carrying our children. Still, she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her red hair didn't betray her with streaks of gray the way my brown hair had. The laugh lines around her eyes added to her freckles to give her face more character and charm. Everyone she met was disarmed by her wit and she had perfected the tough love of a mom of teens.

"Baby, that is the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," I moaned as she did another turn. "It's too bad this is the only time you'll get to wear it."

"What do you mean?"

"Because I'm going to rip it off you with my teeth." My wolf growled in pleasure.

"Sawyer James, don't you dare! You've no idea how much this cost!" She started backing away down the hall as I stalked forward.

"It barely has any fabric! How much could they charge for something so skimpy?"

"They charge plenty because they know it makes you respond like that!"

I growled again with a wicked grin and darted forward. My wife squealed and turned to run for our bedroom. I beat her to the door, scooping her up and tossing her onto the bed. She squealed louder.

"Darling, you can't throw me around like that! You'll throw out your back and I'll break a hip!" She laughed at my indignant expression.

"I beg your pardon, madam. But I am in peak physical condition."

Her eyes roamed down to my hardening cock, "Mmmm, I see. Such a big dick you have."

"All the better to fuck you with, my dear."

I crawled over her on the bed, letting my dick trail up the inside of her calf and thigh. Her back arched as I came closer. The blue fabric was silky under my fingers as I pushed it up over her thighs to her stomach. She'd shaved, except for a perfect triangle of red curls at the center. I moaned as her glistening lips caught the light.

My tongue reached out first, tasting her familiar flavor and lashing across her clit just to tease. Her hips bucked up, but I was ready. I pressed my arms under her ass and wrapped around her thighs to keep her in place, then I went to work, eating the best thing my wife has ever served me.

Her juices soaked my chin within minutes, but I kept a slow, soft touch on her to keep her from getting too close. We had all night and I wanted to savor it. I pulled away, kissing along her thigh and nibbling soft skin.

"Baby, please!"

I smiled into her folds, "Hmm? What's that?"

"Baby, I need it. I need to cum. Please!"

The desperation in her voice turned me on more. My cock twitched. I laid a deeper lick into her, probing inside to feel her heat, then I pulled back to focus on her clit. Two minutes of swiping back and forth just like she likes did it. Her supple thighs clenched around my head and her fingers tangled in my hair.

"Good girl," I growled as she began to relax. I didn't give her time to recover though. I slid up her body and pressed my cock into her. Her legs fell open at the intrusion and she moaned in my ear.

"Yes! Fuck me!"

And one thing I've learned after twenty years of marriage is when your wife makes a request like that, you deliver.

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