Chapter 14 Rear Admirer #2
His dick throbs inside me with each burst, unloading. He’s moaning, shaking, fingers gripping my skin.
“There we go. Breed my hole, baby. Fill me up.”
After the second or third blast, even though he’s still pounding me like a pro, he pulls out. It’s too much. There’s simply no more room. His cock lands on my back, showering me as he gasps with pleasure.
When he finally finishes, I turn my head around, and he’s fallen back on the bed, chest heaving, as he stares.
“Look at my cum dripping out of my little man’s hole.” He leans forward, spreading me wider, running his thumb over my cheek. “Such a fucking beautiful sight.”
And then he bends closer, his warm breath on my skin, and takes a long lick at my ass.
“Fuck, Magnus. You’re going to kill me.”
“Not the plan,” he says after pulling back. “Wouldn’t be on brand for the CEO of a PR company.”
I laugh, and he falls back on the pillows, cock still raging.
“Are you ever not hard?” I crawl on top of him, nuzzling into his neck.
“Not around you. It’s the price you pay for being so damn irresistible."
I straddle him, perched on his cock but not taking him again—yet. My fingers roam through his fur, memorizing the feel of him, and Magnus licks his lips before wrapping a hand around my aching boner, giving it a few firm strokes.
“I want you close,” he says with a mischievous smirk. “For next time.”
I shake my head. “You’ve already come twice.”
“Oh, Jamie,” he teases. “That’s nothing.”
“I’m calling br tomorrow and asking if I can get hazard pay.”
He chuckles, and I bend forward, bracing myself on his shoulders, and slide his beautiful cock back inside me. My fingers trail down his chest, teasing his firm nipples, and Magnus lets out a feral sound—a mix between a growl and a cry.
His hands lock on my waist, hoisting me up as he rises. My body melts around Magnus, his cock buried deep, stretching and filling me completely. As he stands between his bed and dresser, his powerful hands hold me steady, bouncing me up and down as he drives up.
Now listen, I like to get fucked. There’s not a hint of bottom shame here, but I’ve never been railed like this. He’s so… hungry for it. For me. I hold on to his neck as each thrust hits spots I’ve only imagined existed.
“You’re so strong.” I bury my face in his neck as my hands trace his nipples with pinches and gentle tweaks.
Each touch draws low, guttural sounds from him, sending shivers through me.
He steps to the dresser, carefully lowering me onto it, and continues to plow me.
His furry hands grab onto my thighs, holding me in place as each thrust, a mix of raw power and closeness, hurls me closer to the edge.
“Mags.” My voice shakes with the force he’s using. “I’m close.”
“Hang on.” He pulls out, kneeling on the ground, holding me in place as I brace myself against the wall. “I wanna taste it. You.”
Magnus strokes me, lapping at the tip, before swallowing my cock whole. I grab onto his horns, my arms moving up and down as he blows me, and yeah, I’m so close my toes curl.
“Okay, close. Very close.” I grip his horns to brace myself. “Fuck. You and that tongue.”
He wiggles his eyebrows, sticks two of his chubby fingers in my hole, and that’s it. My orgasm crashes over me like a tsunami. And Magnus doesn’t pull off, he takes it all, tongue whirling over the head, sending a shockwave through me as my entire body trembles.
“Okay, okay,” I stammer. “That’s it. Standard-issue me. Standard-issue load.”
Magnus laughs and pulls off, but he’s not done. He’s palming himself with his free hand.
“Ready for another round?”
He smiles because he knows I want it. He continues to stroke, rubbing the head of his enormous cock on my balls, sliding down to my hole, taunting me.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I tug at the fur on his chest. “Slide it back in. Please.” I pinch his nipples, knowing this drives him wild. “Breed me.”
He sighs, the tip almost entering me. “Again? Are you sure?”
With every ounce of strength I have, I pull him closer, guiding him back inside me just as he erupts, filling me with his third massive load.
I don’t care if there’s no more room and it all oozes out.
I want to feel his giant dick inside, throbbing with each burst. He lowers his head, and I slide a hand to his left horn, holding him steady as each wave crashes through him—and flows into me.
We shiver together, locked in the warmth and intensity of it, hearts clobbering, breaths ragged.
Finally, we collapse against each other, and the world tapers down to our ragged, shared heat. I press my forehead to his, tracing the line of his sharp jaw with my fingertips.
“You’re amazing.” I tilt my head up and kiss his velvety nose.
Magnus’s eyes soften, and he lifts me effortlessly into his arms. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
He carries me over to the bed, and for a heartbeat, I just melt against him, letting the warmth of his chest and the steady beat of his heart ground me.
Then, with a gentle smile, he adds, “Now… let’s get you cleaned up. ”
He heads to the bathroom, tail swishing back and forth, and I sigh.
For the first time in my life, being completely open—exposed—doesn’t scare me. It makes me ache for more, even with work waiting, and the truth I haven’t told him yet hovering in the back of my mind.