Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
ROSCOE
Emelia sure took that well. But then again, she has surprised me at every turn. She’s so full of heart, so kind and gentle and earnest, that I’m completely enchanted with her. She just wants to feel good and make others feel good, and has no preconceived notions about who I am or who I should be.
She accepts me just the way I am. I suppose we’ll see if that lasts through the next full moon. That will be the true test of whether this can work between us.
Just the idea, though, of having a life with her, of even attempting one, sends the blood rushing straight down to my groin. Fuck, it’s complicated—it’s so, so complicated—and yet painfully attractive.
“Take off your clothes first,” I tell her, sitting back so I can remove my own shirt. I’ve been sitting here naked from the waist down for who knows how long, and I want to feast myself.
Emelia nods obediently and gets to her feet so she can pull down her sweatpants, then take off her T-shirt.
When she’s finally naked in front of me, I grab her hand and pull her closer, wanting to take a big inhale of her.
The wolf is pleased with how this has all turned out, and he’s quiet as I bring her back down to the bed.
I know exactly what I’m going to do to her.
Once we’re lying on our sides, the overhead light still shining brightly down, Emelia licks her lips. She runs her hands down my body, thumbing over my nipples, along the line between my abs toward my belly button. There, she pauses, just studying me.
“You’re very pretty,” she says, running her hand lower, into my thick, black hair. “Do you know that, Roscoe?”
I shake my head. It’s not something anyone has ever said to me.
“You are.” She kisses down my chest now along the same path her hand took, and even though I had a whole plan to fuck her silly and then fit my knot into her, it’s out the window as she rapidly makes her way down between my legs.
I roll over partway so I’m on my back, and she kneels between my thighs, my cock now thick and full and angling up toward her for her attention.
“I’m angry that no one has loved this well enough,” she says, wrapping one hand around the base.
Just her fingers on my knot have me twitching underneath her, ready for whatever she doles out.
She strokes them experimentally, watching my face as she circles it, squeezes it, strokes it.
Everything feels good, though, so I have a hard time telling her what I like best.
And then she does something even better and lowers her head to lick me.
Yep. That’s it. My hips jerk involuntarily as she pulls my foreskin down and then licks again, teasing her tongue across my slit.
“You taste good,” she says, licking me again. “Really good.”
No one’s ever said that before, either.
Before I can answer, though, she opens her lips wide and swiftly buries me inside her mouth. Pure pleasure radiates outward, into my balls, up my spine, all the way to my fingertips. I want to be careful, though, so I just pet her hair, as much as I’m tempted to grab her head and fuck her mouth.
Not that I need to do all that. She does a perfectly good job of setting her own pace, going slow, swirling her tongue around, all while she continues stroking and petting my knot.
This woman is going to ruin me, I just know it.
It won’t be long before she holds my heart fully in her two hands, capable of destroying it with the pinch of her fingers.
Then she speeds up. That’s going to be the end of me. Still stroking, she brings me deep into her throat, her tongue constantly teasing and dancing along me. She suctions as she brings me out from between her lips, and I let out a curse because I’m already so close to blowing.
I thought I was better than that. But it’s been a rough few months, fucking my hand while thinking of Emelia.
Having her here, her mouth sunk down on my dick, pulls on every last thread of my self-control.
And if I come now, then who knows when I’ll firm up enough to go again, and we don’t have much time.
“Emelia!” I hiss, to get her attention, as focused as she is on pleasuring me. “I want you on my face. Now.”
She blinks, then grins with my dick still in her mouth. She withdraws it and sits up, lifting herself onto her knees and navigating her way toward me until she’s hovering over my face, and I think she’s shaking a little.
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask, horrified already at the answer I might get.
“No.” She says it meekly.
I grab her by the hips and yank her upward, so her legs are spread around my head and her pink pussy is right over my mouth. She squeaks as I bring her down toward me and lift my head to bury my tongue inside her.
“Oooh.” Emelia bucks forward when I suck on her clit. “This is… magical. Your stubble feels…” She rocks on top of me. “That’s so good!”
I love that I can do something new with her, when to me, it all felt like it’s been done before. But licking her, tasting her, sucking up each of her moans and turning them slowly into cries—that is all beautiful and fresh.
I lick her faster, harder, circling her clit and then jamming my tongue inside her, twisting it to open her, my cock throbbing and leaking just thinking about how I’m going to stretch her out for me.
It will be even trickier to fit when I’m not in my human form, but we’ll deal with that later.
Emelia uses me to gratify herself, rocking forward into my face, lifting and then sinking down on my tongue. I let her, squeezing her soft butt with every motion, driving her closer and closer.
Now. It’s time. When she goes off, I want her to do it around my cock. I want my knot to be spreading her open, squeezing inside her, bringing her even more pleasure.
I grab her by the hips, stilling her.
“Emelia,” I growl, no longer able to keep my voice in check. “Get on my cock. Now.”
She hastily obeys, sliding off me, and I find her face flushed bright red. I grab her hips to help her, and soon she’s up on her knees straddling my waist, that perfectly pink, swollen pussy almost where I need it.
And do I need it, more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“Do you have neighbors I need to worry about?” I ask as I stroke myself once, twice, then rub up and down her puffy labia.
Emelia shakes her head. “There’s an old guy next door, but I don’t think he can hear. And the people downstairs are never home.”
Good.
With that, I grab her ass and guide her down, so the angled tip of my cock slides in. Just the sensation of entering her, of that head slipping through into that warm, wet place, almost does me in. And hell, is she tight, tight and small, which will be tricky to navigate in my other form.
When I was drunk that night, I didn’t really get to appreciate Emelia the way she should truly be appreciated.
Now I can, memorizing every detail of her, how her breasts look in my hands, her nipples taut and hard; how her pussy has a perfect texture inside it, rippled and such a close fit; how her eyes close the moment I slip through, and her moan flows like water from her lips as I glide in deep on the first thrust.
“Roscoe!” She clutches my chest, snagging some of my hair there in her fingers. “Oh, god, that’s good.”
I like that she talks to me, telling me what she likes, though I haven’t done much of anything yet.
Yet.
Lifting her up, I push my hips down into the bed, then jerk back up, burying myself in her again. She braces against me, her head tipping down so her hair—that beautiful auburn hair—slips over her shoulder.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, maintaining this slow pace. “You’re fucking magical, Emelia. Something I didn’t know I needed, and now I’m never going to let you out of my sight.”
I must be saying the right words because she squeezes around me and her head falls back.
Kicking it up a notch, and controlling her with my hands on her hips, I speed up my pace.
I’m still going deep, still keeping my strokes measured and even.
When her moans rise in volume, I crank it up even more.
I need to make her come at least once before my knot will fit.
“Find it,” I demand of her, fucking my cock into her. “Find where it feels best.”
She nods rapidly as she tilts her hips. I sink in again, and again she tilts, again she rises and falls, again she sucks me inside her and clenches wonderfully all around me.
“There!” she moans. I lift her and then slam my cock into her at exactly the same angle as before. This time, she cries out.
“Good girl,” I tell her, keeping our pace with one hand while I squeeze her nipple with the other. “Use me until you come.”
She takes over guiding us, lifting herself up and then dropping down again, making her own bones rattle with the force of her pleasure. I play servant, going where she needs me to go, taking the pressure off her thighs as I raise and lower her.
“Oh, Roscoe, I’m going to—” She drops again, and I see she’s losing control. I take over, lifting her up faster, slamming my cock into her, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. “Yes, yes, that’s it, that’s—”
She clamps down, and her mouth falls open in a wordless scream. I fuck her still, my cock barely able to move with how tight she is. And somehow, my knot is starting to fit through.
Once her orgasm has rendered her limp and boneless, I flip us over. Now she’s at my mercy.
I pull Emelia’s thighs apart. But before settling, I put a pillow under her head, and she giggles.
“Thank you.”
I grin and kiss her furiously. Just getting to do this, to taste her mouth, to love her lips is a gift I never expected, never could have dreamed of receiving.
“Now I’m really going to fuck you,” I tell her, our noses just barely touching. “I’m going to test how much that old guy can hear.” I lower my voice, whispering, “And then I’ll put my knot into you, and see how you like that.”
Emelia’s eyes are bright and shining as she says, “Show me. Show me everything.”