Chapter 16 #2
Before the last tremor fades, he’s moving, tearing off his shirt and jeans. I struggle to focus so I can get my first real look at him. The thick, ginger pelt on his head and neck fades into crisp body hair of the same color that furs his chest, belly, and limbs.
Between his legs, the hair thickens, covering his heavy balls in velvet.
His cock emerges, red and slick, above them.
He’s fully erect, thick and veined, and at the base, I can already see the noticeable swell of his knot.
I’ve only seen a few cocks up close, but his is bigger than all of them.
And if the mating pamphlets are to be believed, it’s going to swell even more inside me?
The thought should be intimidating, but I’m too eager to care.
“Turn over, pretty girl.” Ian helps me and then positions himself behind me, his hands on my hips.
I’m too wobbly to stay on my hands and knees, but he lifts my hips up until I feel the broad head of his cock press against my soaked entrance.
He leans over me, his furry chest against my back, his mouth near my ear.
“This is when you take my knot,” he growls, his voice guttural as he strokes along my side. “This is when we make our pups. Do you still want that?”
“Please,” I moan, shoving my hips back, desperate to have even the tip. “Please, fill me up.”
He thrusts forward, burying himself inside me without any more teasing.
I cry out at the stunning fullness, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth.
He settles there for a long moment, hugged inside me, waiting for my body to adjust. Then, just when I can breathe again, he pumps in and out, testing.
My body clutches at him, hating every time he withdraws.
He groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “Your pussy’s so perfect. Even better than I imagined. I’m gonna be inside you all night.”
He sets a deep, steady rhythm, each thrust nudging against my cervix. His cock fills me so completely that every nerve ending is stimulated. I can’t swallow back my sounds even if I wanted to.
They grow more nonsensical and high-pitched as I meet his thrusts, driving myself back onto him, my body embracing his completely. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room with a wet, slapping rhythm, accompanied by his guttural growls and my breathless cries.
“I love hearing you sing for me,” he grunts, his fingers denting my hips. “Feel how deep you’re taking me?”
“Yes. Don’t stop,” I gasp. My core clenches, afraid to let him go, and I feel the answering pulse of his cock inside me.
He puts a reassuring hand in the small of my back. “I won’t stop until you ask me to. I’m going to fill you up and then keep going, as long as you want, until you’re full of my pups.”
His words push me higher, another orgasm building already.
It’s possible this isn’t really happening.
Maybe I fell asleep on the couch and imagined those text messages, dreamed wearing this silly lingerie and driving through the dark woods to his fairytale cabin.
Maybe I’m just fantasizing about being thoroughly fucked by a cock that is swelling further with every thrust, the knot growing, promising to lock us together.
It’s too good to be real, isn’t it?
My eyes squeeze shut. “I’m close, Ian… Please. I don’t know if I can take it.”
“You can. You’re made for me,” he says hoarsely. His pelvis jerks, his rhythm growing erratic. He grasps my waist, sheathing himself in me one last time as he drives his knot into me with a powerful thrust.
The knot squeezes past my entrance and expands fully, and we both shout.
The stretch is almost too much, teetering on the edge of pleasure when he tries to thrust and can’t withdraw.
He’s locked inside me, tied to me. His body shudders violently against my back as his release begins, a hot throb that seems to go on forever.
His trapped seed increases the pressure inside me until I climax again, a softer, deeper wave that milks his cock.
He collapses over me and rolls to the side, careful not to crush me, his breath hot and ragged against my neck as his arms band around me, holding me tight to him.
The thick, warm pulses of his release are still pumping into me like little aftershocks.
It’s a profound and intimate sensation. Maybe it’s just my post-orgasmic haze, but I haven’t felt this close to someone in a long time. Maybe ever.
Ian’s tail gives a few feeble, contented thumps against the quilt. He licks the back of my neck, nipping gently at the base of my skull. “Are you cold?”
“Not yet,” I mumble, still a puddle after what we just did. “Sweaty.”
His hands swipe over my front, sliding under the curve of my breasts, dipping into my navel and skimming over the rolls of my stomach. I suck it in out of habit.
“Don’t,” he murmurs, rubbing affectionately across my lower belly until I relax it again, letting it pout into his palm. “I like this part of you. This is where our pups will grow.”