Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 179: Wolf’s a Happy Boy [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

ARRIE’S POV

I was so wet that as soon as I agreed to Wolf’s question, his manhood pushed deep inside me, right to the hilt, and we both moaned together.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, still holding himself above me.

I nodded again. "It doesn’t hurt. It feels good," I whispered. Why did this man always manage to make me feel so shy?

My words were all the permission Wolf was waiting on.

He pushed himself deep into my passage over and over with an intensity driven by desire and emotion. I cried out with pleasure, as he touched places inside of me that I was sure had never been touched before.

I felt him swell and grow thicker than I thought was possible. I wondered if he was growing even more aroused now that we were so intimately joined together.

Could this even be his first time bedding a woman? I didn’t dare ask him; and right at this moment I could hardly string a word together beyond a short gasp.

Wolf groaned and tried to slow his passionate love making, and I could tell he was trying to hold himself back from tipping over the edge.

"It’s okay," I panted, giving him permission not to wait for me.

Wolf flipped us over, him still deep inside me, and he placed me on top of him, cowgirl style.

I hadn’t been in this position before, and I moved tentatively, trying to get used to the deep angle which was filling me right up.

He gazed up at me, his blue eyes filled with a look that felt like worship and made me feel beautiful.

He reached up to feel my breasts and stroke me between my legs, playing with me in this new position was almost too easy for him.

I was rapidly oblivious, as I discovered that being on top of him like this was a bit like climbing a rope in the gym, each time I moved, it was shifting my arousal up a notch, and I felt my climax starting to build again.

Good Lord! I thought, I can’t be doing that twice, and leaving him behind, but I didn’t know if I could stop.

I knew I didn’t want to stop, and though I really wanted to care more about Wolf’s pleasure, I seemed to be running my own race, and I really couldn’t tell if he was on the sidelines or keeping pace with me side-by-side.

Little mewls of pleasure were escaping my lips, and I saw through half-closed eyes that Wolf was watching me, with hawk-like fascination.

I tried my best to take him along with me, moulding myself from the base to the tip of him like I was dancing, the song in my head playing faster and faster, until it seemed like he couldn’t withstand it a moment longer, because he gripped my hips himself, so he could set the pace, and he thrust his thickness upwards as he pulled my hips down.

He closed his eyes, and his low masculine groan drew an answering rush of pleasure from me.

I dropped my head back, gently moving my hips on him until the waves of pleasure were just small ripples, and I collapsed onto his chest, leaving him still warm and full inside me.

He wrapped his huge arms around me and stroked my straight, dark hair.

"Thank you, Araminta," he said, as he kissed the top of my head.

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Delphi and Alton were wandering through the Salamanca Markets together. The plan was for no more than two couples to be outside the safe house at any one time, until the attack.

One couple would play decoy, shopping, strolling and picking up intel, the other couple were taking note of the movements of the guards, and all-importantly, the Emperor.

Delphi and Alton tried to stay within line-of-sight of Loveday and Brenner, in case something happened, but also to make sure no one was watching them too closely as they surveyed the guards.

"I’ll buy some eggs and vegetables for breakfast while we’re out here, Alton," Delphi said.

"Get some meat too, or you’ll have a riot on your hands from the men," he replied.

"I can’t take you seriously in that disguise," laughed Delphi.

Alton and Brenner wore ’tradesmen’ disguises. Both were dressed in overalls with a labelled uniform shirt from a friendly building company. They wore steel capped boots and hard hats, along with sunglasses. Brenner had added a fake beard and tattoos on his forearms. Alton’s real beard was good enough, though perhaps too close to ’designer whiskers’ for a real tradie.

Alton had a useful hammer attached to his tool belt, and Brenner had a box knife and a screw driver, all of which would come in handy if things turned nasty when they couldn’t carry a sword or bow and arrow.

Delphi and Loveday carried combat daggers hidden under their jilbabs, and the men each had a small dagger in their boot.

"Just what do you plan to do with that hammer? Can you even use it?" Delphi asked Alton.

"Don’t you worry about what I plan to do with my ’hammer’, woman. And of course I can use it. You should know that by now. I love nothing more than hammering away."

She threw a glare at him.

"Your angry face is wasted on me when you’re wearing a veil. I can only see your beautiful eyes, my precious wife."

"Just know that my mouth is the same angry as my eyes. And I don’t appreciate your rude hammer analogies."

"Oh, would you prefer I swap tools with Brenner? If your preference is the screw driver, I can work with that tool too. I also know how to use a screw driver. I love nothing more than screwing things..."

"Husband!" she cut him off. Careful, even when using her cross words, not to say his name.

She sashayed off, moving to the butcher’s stall to buy some meat as he had wisely suggested.

Alton watched her from a distance, a tenderly amused smile playing at his lips. She was so easy to fluster, and he loved to oblige.

As he watched her, a bearded man came up too close behind her, and Alton started to stride protectively forwards.