Chapter Thirteen Blood and Milk #2
“It’s true. And... And I don’t want to scare you off, but if you think I will be able to keep my hands off of you when you’re carrying our kids, when you’re nursing them, feeding them, giving them life and health.
.. You’re mistaken. That’s the epitome of sexiness to a wolf.
This wolf, anyway. To this mild-mannered reporter, too,” he winks.
He thinks I’m beautiful. There’s not even a trace of derision on his face as he buries his lips against my collarbone, kissing his way to my soft breasts.
He inhales and sighs. “I smell that heat. That you want me. Doesn’t mean we have to tonight, I just like knowing you want to, someday.
That you like this,” he rumbles against my skin.
All of my body is overheating in the best possible way.
Jasper’s mouth moves to my breast, and I help him slide the strap down.
He kisses around each tight peak, tongue flicking me, making me moan.
When his mouth closes over to suck on my overfilled breasts, I don’t have time to give a warning before milk flows.
It feels so good. The tension and relief, the way he moans and his hips buck against me. His hand comes to cup my pussy through my pants, and I guide him under the waistband.
“Will Ari have enough?” he whispers before switching to the other side.
“Yes.” I nod, throat tight in pleasure.
His hands find my sensitive nub right away, just because of the sheer size of him. Cupping and smoothing, working every neglected spot while milk flows and the arc from my core to my nipples activates, making me cry out. “No one has ever done this,” I whimper, clutching his head to me.
“Good. I want to be your first. No one has ever taken my knot, either.”
“Knot?”
Jasper guides my hand to his belt, and then under it once it’s loose.
My God, he’s so hard and thick. Long and thick, and as he leads my hand to his base, I feel something the size of a lime or lemon. “A knot. To keep you full of me when we make love. To keep my cum in you when you want to expand our family.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Nope. I’ll be gentle. You get to take me in nice and slow.
And deep.” His fingers move inside the fabric of my panties, parting my slick lips and pushing slowly, firmly inside, until his knuckles rub against my clit.
“When it’s inside of you, it should put pressure on your clit from the inside.
You know that the clitoris is a lot bigger than the external part?
” He rubs the bead as he speaks of it. “Inches deep and inches across. My knot will stimulate all of those areas and keep us locked together for twenty minutes or so. Isn’t that how much time a woman needs to make sure she reaches her peak? ”
“Something like that.”
His hand thrusts now, slow and steady, while my walls collapse and cling to him, letting him touch the deepest parts of me. I angle up my hips, silently wanting more.
“I want to feel it,” I whisper.
“Not tonight. Too risky, in case we’re stuck together when I turn.”
I nod to show I understand, but I can’t help wanting him. “Can you have sex without knotting? Regular, quick sex?”
“There’s no rushing me when I’m with you.” He looks at the clock on his bedside table. “We have almost an hour.”
“That seems like a good amount of time,” I gasp as his fingers pick up speed.
“Definitely enough for this.” Jasper guides my pants and panties down, then moves down between my legs. His mouth leaves my nipples wet and stiffening further in the air, and I can’t help but play with them.
His mouth moves to my pussy, drinking me like he drank the milk, eyes watching me as I fondle my breasts, and milk leaks.
“Fuck, Loretta. That’s so sexy. My goddess. My perfect mate.” His legs kick off his work khakis, and his free hand, the one not fingering me so deeply that I think I see stars, starts to work over the long, thick length.
I haven’t wanted penetration since before Ari was born. Matt wasn’t a bad lover, but he wasn’t about experimentation or finding out how to improve. When I was looser post-partum, he complained.
I think what Jasper is sporting would fill me up, even if I wasn’t almost back to normal.
But right now, all I can think of is how it feels to be lavished with his tongue and his fingers, while he watches me. I look at him, watching him frantically moving over his shaft, as if he gets off from tasting me. As if these “floppy tits” or “leaky udders” are hot. “Do you like this?” I ask.
“Every single bit. I want every part of you, in every position,” Jasper pauses to moan. “I want you to come in my mouth, on my hand, on my cock, and finally on my knot. I’ve been looking for you for my whole life, Loretta. This is every dream come true.”
Spoiled with words and physical affection, with pleasure.
.. I can’t help but buck forward, greedily riding his hand while I keep squeezing my aching breasts.
A stream shoots out, and Jasper licks it off my belly and moves his mouth back up to my chest. His hand leaves my warmth, and his cock waits to take its place.
“So big.”
“Too big?” He arches one eyebrow.
“I don’t know. I want to find out.”
Jasper lets me guide his cock in.
The velvety smooth crown slips in easily, but the thick shaft pushes my walls and makes me gasp in the best possible way. “Oh, wow.”
When it reaches the place where Matt would stop, Jasper keeps going, filling me deep, and then starts to thrust, matching the urging of my reckless hips.
I want the knot. I want it pressing against me. I want to flirt with it filling me, pushing against all the internal structures that will push me over the edge.
“I can’t, little mate. Tomorrow night, yes. Tonight, no. Not safe.”
“Do werewolves mate when transformed?”
“Only if their mate is a wolf, too. Or...” he pauses, face close to mine. It’s flushed from exertion, but I think there’s a blush as well. “Well, you hear about some werewolves taking precautions so they can’t accidentally bite or scratch, and then... You would do that?”
“I don’t know. I kind of want to thank every part of you. You did save my daughter’s life.” I swallow. “Our daughter’s life.”
Jasper looks like the sun is residing in his soul. He beams, and his hips scoot forward, hard and fast, and the knot nudges me.
“Rub your pretty pussy while I make you come,” Jasper instructs. “And tomorrow night, we’ll fill you with my cream, and you’ll feed me your milk.”
I never considered myself an erotic person before, and if you’d asked me, I never would have thought Jasper would be the king of bedroom talk.
I rub my pussy as he commands, and the raw lust in his eyes, the love in his touch, makes me brave enough to try new things, new words. Telling him what he’s doing to me. “I love your thick cock. And I want to feel your knot inside of me.”
“You will. And it’s yours. I’m all yours to play with.” He leaves his cock in deep for a second, urging me to squeeze down. “Milk it with those muscles.”
“So good,” I whisper as the pressure builds, tightness inside, and trembling without. “I’m going to—”
“Wait!” Jasper pulls out, and I curse under my breath, looking at him with wounded eyes. “Go to your knees, you’ll see!” he urges.
I obey and moan in delight when he yanks my hips back to sink his shaft deep inside. He lifts me in his strong arms so that my knees and palms don’t touch the bed. “Have at it,” he says, one hand coming to tease my breasts while the other arm is wrapped under me.
My hips sway and buck, taking every inch of him at this angle, until I beg him to fuck me harder.
Within seconds, he lays me flat, thighs and chest to bed, palms under my nipples, and his muscular body owning mine, covering me, fucking me while I’m helpless and facedown—and coming so hard that I feel my juice puddling down my thighs.
“Can I come in you?” he asks, his ravenous voice in my ear. “Tell me I can come in that sweet, delicious pussy.”
“Oh, God, yes. Come in me. Come in me, and make me come again,” I beg, a new level of greed unlocked.
Jasper takes my request literally. He digs in deep, lifting my ass off the bed with a final thrust that ends in torrents of hot cum flooding my pussy—and before I can even gasp out a noise of pleasure, his hand is there, easing out his softening cock and hammering my sensitive pussy, making me come again, this time so hard that I feel my pelvic walls tense and give up, letting out a stream of hot juice.
“Good little mate. Perfect, beautiful Loretta,” Jasper crows, raining kisses on my back.
“Whoa.” That’s all I manage. But later, I’ll find the words.