Chapter Four #4
Wrenley was already notching me at her entrance. I wasn’t even inside her, but I felt her wetness drip down my length. I knew I wouldn’t last long at all. Still, I thrust into her, burying myself fully into her.
We both moaned loudly and obscenely.
She was so fucking tight.
She was so fucking warm.
She was so fucking perfect.
I could have just come from being inside her like this.
Instead, I fucked her. I pulled out until it was just the tip of my dick left within her, and then I rammed back into her.
My thrusts were the hardest, fastest, and deepest yet.
The bed creaked and the headboard banged against the wall.
I was sure there were going to be massive dents and holes left there, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care if the whole club knew either.
Let everyone know what happened here. Let everyone know about the night that I finally claimed my shortcake as mine.
I fucked her with all the passion that I had been holding in since that faithful night in her kitchen.
Each thrust I did was like she was the only thing that mattered and would ever matter.
Wrenley met each thrust with her own. She rode me like a woman possessed.
Her body rocked. Every thrust made her tits bounce hypnotically.
Her hips rolled. At some point, she had torn through my sports bra for her mouth to find my own nipples.
She gave quick flicks to my nipples while stroking my horns, too.
I squeezed her ass tight enough to leave marks.
I moved one of my hands to find her clit.
She threw her head back in a cry. Her pussy clenched so tightly around me that I could have sworn I had ascended to the heavens. It was almost too much.
But I couldn’t have asked for anything better.
We came together at the same time.
Then, we kept going.
I lost count of how many orgasms we gave each other.
We shifted positions multiple times, including doing the classic cowgirl.
Wrenley, in her infinite creativity and mischief, added some toys from the room, which naturally meant the same vibrator from my dream.
We spent the whole night claiming each other in every way possible.
Every orgasm was like a kiss we had been wanting to share since we had first met.
When we finished at last, all we could do was lay underneath the silky sheets, doing our best to ignore the spots where Wrenley had clawed at them with her talons.
My legs were trembling and numb. Her feathers and my hide were matted with sweat.
We were both breathless, our chests heaving.
Both in states of absolute exhaustion, we were a tangled mess of limbs, wings, and tails.
My girl-dick had gone soft ages ago. Wrenley was as equally boneless next to me.
Gentle, reverent, and absentmindedly, I played with her curls and the feathers still lingering there.
I breathed the scent of her hair, skin, her, us, and this perfect night.
Now, instead of sending shocks to her core, the light touch made her make a soft sound of contentment. She nuzzled against my chest.
“How are we supposed to go to work after this?” I asked sleepily.
“Is there still work after this? I have no idea what time it is. But I’m sure Ira took care of all of it. She’s probably collecting the funds from the bet as we speak.” Wrenley laughed breathily.
I frowned. “What bet?”
She shifted to look at me, unable to lift her head up. Amusement danced in her bright cognac brown eyes. "You don't know about it? Ira was telling me today about how it's so obvious we’re going to get together that there's a betting pool for when."
"There is? How much is it?"
"Definitely a lot, but they refuse to let Ira Mae in on it. Something about 'insider trading,' but clearly they don't know Ira."
I couldn't help but laugh at that. Ira Mae did have the tendency to meddle, and she usually had the subtlety of a bull in a China shop when she did. "Well, there's more than two winners from this, I guess."
Wrenley giggled. "She had better give us a cut."
"Oh, I'm sure she will. She's probably already planning a party to celebrate us finally being together."
“It’s football themed, isn’t it?”
"Oh, definitely."
"Well," Wrenley said slowly, and I could hear the smirk in her voice, "will you wear your old uniform? Or can I borrow it?”
The idea of seeing Wrenley in my jersey just like my dream made me groan. “Do you want to have a party or just fuck all day? Because if you wear that uniform, it's going to be the latter, and the uniform will not stay on you for long."
"You are saying this like it's a bad thing, yet I don’t see a problem,” Wrenley said, tilting her head to look up at me, her eyes dark and playful.
Wrenley's beautiful laughter filled the room, and it was everything I'd ever wanted and more. She was my happily ever after, wrapped up in brown feathers, strawberry shortcake sweetness, and the love that country songs were written about to shake a tail feather too.