Chapter Eleven
Autumn
Morning dawned and, for a moment, I thought I needed to be at work soon, but then I remembered that Maeve had given me the entire weekend off. Our pay hadn’t changed but with our new hire, Stella, the workload for each of us was a little lighter.
I vaguely remembered that flood of cum I had had the hardest time holding in on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. My lips pulled into a grin at the memory.
God, it was so hot. My grin widened even more when I realised that I wasn’t resting on my pillow, but a cushy bicep, with an enormous body curled around me.
With each deep breath, his fluffy chest and tummy pressed against my back, and, oh…
My cheeks flushed when I noticed a long, hard rod pressing between my ass cheeks.
I swear I can feel him throbbing.
Snuggling back and rubbing my backside against him, I sighed.
Best morning ever.
“Mornin’, Little Fairy,” he yawned and rubbed his cheek on my head.
“Good morning,” I whispered back.
Keep your hips still and stop fidgeting!
“I love waking up to you stroking my cock with that round arse of yours.” Ross sounded more at ease than I had ever heard him before.
His hand skimmed down my side and squeezed my backside, before he slid it around my waist and rested it on my stomach.
The other, I noticed belatedly, cupped my breast. “Pure perfection, that’s what ye are. ”
“Don’t be silly.” I found myself okay the way I was, but perfect?
Nah.
“Not silly. Smitten and infatuated are the words you are looking for, Little Fairy.”
Ross stroked me and traced my stretch marks with one broad finger.
“Yer beautiful, Autumn.” He buried his muzzle in my neck and inhaled my scent.
His low moan travelled through me and lodged in my core.
“By the Bull of Heaven,” he breathed with a half laugh.
I wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a prayer.
When he brushed his hand over my stomach and then sank lower, he groaned.
Ross ran his thick fingers through my wetness and I was sure he’d called to a deity for support.
“Is this alright?” he asked with his huge palm wedged between my legs. His cock flexed against my ass and gosh…
“Uh-huh,” I gasped with a nod. He stroked back up. Holy shit, his slick fur felt so good on my clit. He tapped the bundle of nerves with his forefinger, then caressed over and around it again.
I gripped his forearm and reached back for a horn to steady myself.
Ross never wavered in his rhythm and I came moments later with a desperate moan. My legs locked around his hand to keep it there but also to keep him from moving any more.
“Gods, lass!” His hold on me tightened and he sucked my shoulder between his lips as warm wetness spilled over the small of my back.
I struggled for breath and laughed, blissed out and happy.
“Wow,” I sighed and stroked up and down his horn. His cock spasmed and another trickle of cum hit my skin.
“Sorry,” he muttered once he let go of my shoulder. The skin there stung and fresh waves of pleasure zinged through my core.
“Shut up, that was so hot.” I laughed some more and turned in his hold. Strands of russet hair had fallen over his face and tangled around his horn. “Hey,” I said and kissed his wide, slightly damp muzzle between the nostrils.
“Hey.” Ross smiled. Then he slanted his mouth over mine and parted my lips with his rough, pointed tongue.
“I think you will need to change your sheets later,” I gasped out after he broke the kiss again.
“Hmm, yeh, I think yer right.” His hand gripped my backside and he pulled my body flush with his. His cock was still mostly hard and wedged between us. I still couldn’t believe that it had fit inside me. My muscles clenched around the memory of his girth stretching me.
“But I dinnae give a fuck, Autumn. I’ll change the sheets five times a day for ye.”
“Five times a day? You have a lot of confidence in your stamina, or mine,” I added with a wink.
“Five.” Ross kissed my cheek. “Ten.” His hand left my ass and reached past me. “Twenty.” He pulled the duvet aside and used a tissue to mop up his mess. “However often ye want me.” A soft peck landed on the side of my neck.
“How about now?” I suggested. He paused for a heartbeat, then nudged me on my back. His broad palm slid up the inside of my thigh and spread my legs.
Then his tongue was back in my mouth as his thick fingers entered me. He stretched me gently and for so long I was already close to coming once more.
“Talk to me, Little Fairy. I need yer words.”
I still gasped for breath after that kiss, but pulled him on top of me.
“I need you, Ross. Please, I…” I hooked my leg around his hip and nudged his perky ass with my heel.
He reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance, then carefully nudged the head inside me.
“Breathe for me, Autumn,” Ross instructed.
He bucked his hips in slow, shallow thrusts and worked his length inside me.
“Yes, lass, yer doing so well for me.” He hummed when my muscles tightened around him.
“That’s it. Gods, yer perfect.” His ass clenched under my foot.
“Yer makin’ it so hard for me not to come.
” He chuckled but caught himself when I inhaled a sharp breath. “Sorry. Did I hurt ye?”
“No, you’re not hurting me. You’re just massive, Horns.”
Ross snorted. “A nickname, eh?” He licked down my throat and curled his tongue around my tit.
Gosh!
His rough flesh on my nipple made my next words come out on a guttural moan.
“You have one for me, I want one for you, too.”
He bucked his hips and slid his thick cock in and out, the ring of flesh around the tip rubbing over my g-spot on every thrust.
“Have another one for me now, Little Fairy,” he grunted.
It was as if my body had been waiting for his command. Ross let go the moment my arousal spilled over and the climax rushed through me. His release sent heat through my core and he stayed inside me for a long moment.
Then he pulled out and sank heavily into the mattress. “We’re making even more of a mess,” Ross said. He scooped up his cum that seeped out and spread it over my slick core.
“Good.” I grinned and cursed under my breath when he pushed it back inside me. I dragged him down for another kiss.
Ross and I stayed in bed for a long time. He helped me into the shower and sank to his knees before me.
“Bull of Heaven,” he sighed with his palm resting over my lower belly that bulged with how well he had filled me. This time I heard it for what it was: a prayer to a deity I did not know.
Yet.
I bit my lip and stroked the hair off his forehead. The way he gazed at me said that this wasn’t just physical for him. A future I’d never dared to dream of reflected in his eyes.
Ross gave me one of his plaid shirts to wear and I followed him into the kitchen.
“Well,” I trilled as I sat on the kitchen counter with my bare legs dangling in the air, “we at least won’t have to worry about customer satisfaction.”
He scoffed but didn’t turn away before I caught the smile on his face.
“I got us pastries for breakfast,” he grumbled.
“You got us pastries for breakfast?” I repeated with an arched eyebrow and put heavy emphasis on “us”. “How did you know I’d be here for breakfast?” I stuck out my leg to block his path and he turned towards me. His hands gripped the counter on either side of my hips.
“I didn’t know. I just hoped I wouldnae fuck it up.”
Ross kissed me and went back to his coffee machine, humming under his breath.
I beamed at his broad back and sighed.
This has to be what home feels like.
“You didn’t, Horns.”