Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 3) by Ariana Hawkes

grasped the handlebars, a stretch for her small frame. “Lift your ass a little. Now, look at me over your shoulder.” As Isabel turned and looked at Peter, she saw his eyes were full of lust. “Perfect,” he said. She had the impression he was taking a mental snapshot, to save for later, to be called up again at will. She did feel insanely sexy like this. It was a classic soft-porn shot – girl inappropriately naked on a Harley. As she watched, Peter unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out again. He walked towards her, holding it like a tool, and she waited, with bated breath, for it to be used on her. She didn’t have to wait long. He mounted the bike behind her, took hold of her hips, and pushed it inside her, in a single movement. Isabel gasped as it went in all the way, her muscles having had no time to get accustomed to his hugeness. She took a couple of deep breaths and pushed back on him to let him know she was ready. He wasn’t gentle at all this time, riding her hard, right from the start. She held tight to the handlebars, bracing herself against his assault. Every time his hips butted against her ass, her bruised flesh cried out in pain, but this was counteracted by the pleasurable sensations rolling inside her. Peter held her hips tight, pulling her backwards and forwards, making her fuck herself on his cock. She moaned and yelped like a wild animal, and, free to control the speed of penetration, she quickly hit her perfect rhythm. Seconds later, she shuddered violently with the vibrations of another orgasm.
    “I love it when you come around my cock,” The Wolf said, into her hair. He slid his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts, and his thrusts became faster and faster. She couldn’t hold onto the handlebars anymore, and collapsed over the front of the bike, like a ragdoll, while he pounded and pounded her burning pussy. Once, twice, he pulled himself all the way out, paused, as if admiring his handiwork, then entered her forcefully again. At last, he came, with a roar that almost deafened her.
    Weakly, Isabel climbed off the bike and retrieved her pants and underwear. She was utterly spent. Her ass was so sore that it hurt to sit down, her jaw ached, and her insides felt bruised.
    As she got dressed again, she thought that if she lived with Peter, he was so big that she wouldn’t be able to have sex with him every day. And then she was surprised at the thought.
     
    Chapter Four
     
    It was almost 5am by the time Isabel crawled between her sheets. Kara was rarely out of bed before 11 when she had a choice in the matter, so, with no guilt, she set her alarm for 12 and passed out.
    Saturday was breakfast in Norma’s, which Kara proclaimed as being just too cute! They’d been gossiping since they’d woken up. While Kara was a late riser, she was ready to go as soon as she opened her eyes, and, having got used to waking up alone, Isabel was a little dazed by her constant questions and observations.
    “Since when have you been such a meat-freak?” Kara asked, as Isabel ordered the cheesesteak again.
    “I don’t know,” she replied, frowning. “I do seem to have an insane craving for it these days.”
    “I hear ya. Start to feel hungry when I see a cow!” Kara, said, winking lecherously. She had a talent for making even the most innocent, or ridiculous things seem dirty. She sipped her cappuccino, leaving a foam moustache there long enough for a guy from a nearby table to goggle at her.
    “It’s so great we’re both finally single at the same time, so we can have proper, single-girl chats.”
    “Yeah, it is.” Isabel looked at her with warmth, so glad to have an old friend with her in Silver City, with no secrets, or weirdness she couldn’t handle. Kara’s weirdness was all right there, on the surface, as a fun, quirky part of her character.
    “So, cousins, huh?”
    “Who would’ve thought it?”
    “Do you buy it? Does she look like Peter?” Isabel gazed out of the window,