Jaded Anchor: The Human

Chapter Four - Coen

He looked up at her from where he was positioned between her legs. He could see how wet she was, and he had barely touched her yet. Sweet innocent Ivy was about to experience a night she would never forget. Licking his lips as he caught her eyes, Coen gave her a cocky smile. His head dipped down until he was between her thighs.

“Coen…” Ivy’s voice trembled nervously. She clearly didn’t do this often. For an odd reason, that little tidbit made his d**k twitch.

“What is it Blondie?” He teased knowing she wouldn’t be able to answer him. He could tell from her little moans, and the way her body arched into him that it had been a long time since she was shown this much attention. The arrogant male smirked to himself before lifting his piercing blue eyes to meet her green ones.

“Yes baby, tell me what you want.” He groaned lifting his eyes so he could watch her come undone. His fingers moved into her warmth knowing he wanted to make her come like this first. He wanted to taste her finish. He pumped his fingers between her slick walls while his tongue circled her clit. Over and over, faster and faster.

“Coen!!” Ivy cried out his name again and he knew from the urgency of her voice that Ivy was warning him of how close she was to finishing. Her walls started contracting around his fingers while her o****m raked through her body. Once he thought she had calmed down he gently pulled his fingers from her. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked her finish off them before he crawled up her body and greedily met her lips in a hungry kiss.

He knew from her surprised gasp that she could taste her finish on his lips, but when she didn’t pull back, he knew it didn’t bother her. He felt her tongue brush past his lips and he eagerly deepened the kiss claiming her mouth as his, at least for the night. He reluctantly pulled back his eyes blazing when he looked down at her.

“You. Are. So. f*****g. Beautiful.” Coen said huskily sitting up so he could remove his pants.

He watched as Ivy sat up her hands moving to his pants. Her fingers greedily trying to free his bulge that had grown almost painfully in its confinement. The moment she pushed his pants down his length sprang to life. He was hard and more than ready to claim her body.

He watched as the blonde tentatively wrapped her fingers around him, playing with him, teasing him. She lifted her green eyes and he couldn’t help his low growl. Coen watched as Ivy bit her lip and looked up at him. He noticed she held eye contact with him when her tongue slowly slid over the tip.

“Ivy…” Coen breathed out her name, his hands moving to tangle in her gorgeous blonde hair just as she lowered her mouth onto him, claiming it. Coen hadn’t expected her to suck his d**k, but he damn sure wasn’t going to complain. Her mouth felt like velvet and it wasn’t long before his head tilted back, and his hips rocked forward.

When he thought he was about to combust he yanked her head off him and ordered her to lay back on the bed.

“Lay back on the bed. Now.”

He was glad when she didn’t put up any objections. In fact, she seemed just as eager for him to be inside of her as he did. Climbing over her he kissed his way up her middle, stopping when he was just above her lips.

“What do you want, Ivy?” Coen whispered his mouth teasing her with more kisses.

“Y-you.” He heard her whisper and that was enough for him. Reaching over he pulled a condom out of the drawer of his bedside table and rolled it on. He had learned from his brother’s experience. He never had s*x without a condom.

Setting himself at her entrance he pushed inside her until he was fully sheathed inside her. He watched her face for any signs of discomfort. He might have been a wolf, but he wasn’t an animal. When she bucked her hips, Coen took it as a cue to start moving. He plunged inside her again and again and again. She was so f*****g tight, like virgin tight. Her walls clamped down on his length each time he pushed between them.

It wasn’t long before the two of them were working together, moving as if this wasn’t their first time. His pace grew faster and her cries for him grew louder. She was begging him now to f**k her now, and he planned on doing just that. Grabbing her legs, he pulled them up, so they rested on his shoulders. He was able to hit so much deeper this way and the new position had Ivy screaming his name.

“Coen! Oh, s**t s**t. I’m going to...” Ivy cried out, her breathing labored.

Coen smirked down at her feeling her contract around him. He knew she had her second o****m of the night, and they were just getting started. He liked how easy her boy responded to his. Every touch he made on her body had her creaming. This was the best.

“You like that, baby? Want me to stop?” Coen mumbled against her neck as he thrust back into her swollen lips. He didn’t want to stop but he wasn’t sure how much Ivy’s body could handle.

“Don’t you dare stop!!” He heard her pleas and decided to give her what she wanted. He pulled out briefly and smirked as she started to pout. Usually, pouty girls were a turn off, but the way she looked honest to goodness sad about him sliding from her body turned him on.

“Turn over, blondie.” He lifted his finger in the air as swirled it indicating he wanted her on her stomach. If he only got one night with this woman he was damn sure gonna make it worth it. Coen watched as Ivy turned over onto her stomach, her perfect ass sticking up in the air for him like a perfect little submissive.

“Good girl.” He growled placing soft kisses down her back.

Sitting up on his knees he positioned himself behind her and lined himself up with her entrance. In one swift movement, Coen penetrated her again, slamming into her walls until he heard his body clap against her ass. Over and over he pounded into her, he never wanted to stop. She felt so good clinging to him. His name had never sounded as good as it did at that moment when it fell from her lips.

Soon he felt the all too familiar tingling sensation pulling at him. He slapped her ass and grunted as his thrust grew faster. He could feel her body quivering, starting to convulse around him. Coen couldn’t hold back anymore he pushed deep inside her tight walls and held himself there as the two of them finished together.

Leaning down he pressed his lips to her back once more before he pulled out and laid back on his bed panting. He pulled her into his arms, after he discarded the condom, and held her tight. The two of them being utterly exhausted, sleep found them quickly.