This is an erotic fairy tale inspired by Little Red Riding Hood.
The first installment was originally featured in the BEND Anthology
Red & Wolfe: Part 1 by Ella James
James Wolfe is not Red’s grandmother. But he beckons her. Red has the ability to give him something he needs. He won’t take “no” for an answer, and he doesn’t mind screwing her over. He lost his conscience six years ago, when he was tried for the murder of his wife. Since then, life is about him – and the paintings he does under the mysterious pseudonym “W.”
Wolfe needs the island to keep painting. To live his life away from prying eyes. To keep up the anonymity of “W.”
Once he sees Red, he finds that he needs her, too. And Wolfe will have her. Any way he can.
Red & Wolfe: Part 2 by Ella James
Contemporary Erotica 65 Pages
Return to Rabbit Island for the erotic second installment of Red & Wolfe, the sensual story of exiled playboy James Wolfe and writer Sarah “Red” Ryder.
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Red & Wolfe Part 4 by Ella James
The FINAL installment!
Contemporary Erotica 112 pages
Return to Rabbit Island for the heart-pounding conclusion to Red and Wolfe’s story. Don’t forget your extra panties – but this time, you might also want to bring your gun.
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“Red?” I push her gown down a little further and close my mouth over her breast, working her nipple with my lips. Caressing it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I need to be inside her, despite knowing I don’t have the time.
I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She’s warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way she always wants it.
I love the way she says my name: a mew.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” I say, leaning near her face. “Then you’ll go to sleep again.”
A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow.
I slide a finger into her. She’s hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She’s wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit.
I’m rewarded by her crying out.
“Say my name.”
I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race.
Her hands grab at my wrist. “Race.”
I allow myself a brief grin. It’s undiluted satisfaction. She knows—or at least suspects—I’m James Wolfe, but she’s still in my bed.
“Say ‘Race, please.’ I like to hear you beg.” I push another finger into her. Her body quivers.
“I like to feel you jump.”
I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I’m moving slow. So slow.
“Race, oh God—yes. Please.”
“That’s right, sweetheart.”
I look up at him, and I can’t even talk, because I’m lost again. I don’t know how it’s possible that this happened. That I feel so attached so someone I’ve known such a short amount of time. I don’t know how it’s possible that I can’t stay.
Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. Race runs his hand over my hair.
“You’re a good girl, baby. So good. You deserve nothing but the best.” He kisses my cheek, so chaste and soft it makes me shiver.
My throat’s so tight, it’s hard to say, “I liked being your fuck doll.”
“I would keep you if I could. Fill you with my cock all day and night. Punish that sweet ass. Red, I’m leaving here. Don’t wait for me to find you. I won’t. Don’t come back for a while. Let things settle. Try to find a way to settle, too.” He rubs his thumb down my cheek, looks into my eyes. “What do you love, Red?
I swallow. I can think of only one thing. “Writing.”
“So write. Write anything you want, baby.”
I swallow past the huge lump in my throat and shake my head. “I don’t want to write. I just want you.”
He steps back a little, still holding my hand. “I don’t deserve you, baby doll.”
“Yes you do. Of course you do. You always do.”