Dr. Pepper #2
My fingers inch lower, and I watch his heartbeat quicken at the base of his throat.
“Oh, so if I told you I want you to fuck me slow and fill every hole, what would you say?”
His eyes cinch tight, and he bites at the piercing in his lip.
“I’d say no,” he declares.
In response, I move my hand lower, wrapping my fist around his length and pulling his dick over the waistband of his boxers.
Elliot hisses as I position myself over him and use his dick to paint my clit with pleasure.
His head is this thick, already swelling with anticipation, and his grip on my hips only grows stronger as I drag it through my wetness.
“And what if I said please?” I say.
“I’d still say no,” he answers.
But it isn’t very convincing. Not after the sound he makes when I stroke him.
It comes from deep in his chest, coupled with a growl as his dick starts to pulse between my fingers.
I shift on top of him, pressing the tip to my entrance, and Elliot’s eyes fly open.
“Gods, you’re such a brat,” he mutters.
Before I can continue my campaign, he’s flipping me onto my back and pushing into me with one hard thrust.
The air in my lungs rushes out as he forces his way inside, but he kisses me long and hard as he settles, swallowing my little cries of pain.
“Is this what you want?” he asks. “You want it to hurt? Because it will…”
I don’t care if it hurts. I just want him…everywhere.
I want him to claim me until there’s nothing left.
A muffled whimper escapes me as I nod, and Elliot curses.
“Fuck, you really were made for me,” he whispers, pressing a lingering kiss to my throat.
“If you want this, I need you to listen,” he says, stroking into me lazily. “I need you to promise me you’ll do what I tell you.”
I open my mouth to agree, but my words are stunted by the sweet heat of his dick dragging in and out of me, and in the end, I can only nod.
“Have you done this before?” he asks.
I shake my head, and I can feel his wolf rise in excitement. “It’ll be easier if you come a few times first. Your body will relax.”
“What about lube?” I ask.
“It’s alright,” he whispers, drawing his dick out of me before thrusting back inside. “We won’t need it.”
My heart starts to hammer, and my words clump together, jostled by the sensation of his piercing rubbing my insides.
“But..how…” I breathe.
Elliot’s arms come around me, pressing my chest to his as his stroke deepens.
“You’re going to get this dick nice and wet,” he growls in my ear. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
His movement increases, working an orgasm from between my legs before I can even answer. It rolls through me in one big wave, streaming out until I can feel the heat pooling between us.
“Good girl,” he whispers, slipping free and turning me over. “I want two more.”
He pushes back inside, and I come again, this time with the help of his fingers as he circles my clit in slow synchronization with his hips.
After the waves stop, his fingers find my ass, and he doesn’t ask before pushing them into me. He never does. But I don’t mind, he knows what I like.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I come to the sounds of Elliot quietly grunting my name before releasing me.
I don’t have to look to know that he’s shifting behind me. I can feel his power growing as the wolf steps to the front, and when I glance back, he is all abs and black fur, standing with the toy at the ready.
He slips the toy in seamlessly, my body used to the stiff silicone, but Elliot hesitates as he kneels behind me.
“You sure about this, baby?”
My body is hot, and my hunger swells with every minute he delays.
“I need it,” I say plainly.
“Okay. But if you don’t use your safe word, I’m throwing this away,” he threatens.
I ignore him and wiggle my hips, pushing back and forcing his head into me by an inch.
He hisses in response, hand landing on my ass with a burning sting.
“Fuck. Lean forward.”
I do as he says, planting my elbows into the mattress as the pressure builds.
“Breathe for me,” he directs, and I do. Steady, even breaths as Elliot begins an achingly slow progression past the pucker of my asshole.
“Elliot…” I whimper.
He answers me with a kiss to my spine, but he doesn’t stop.
“I know, baby. You’re okay. Just focus on my fingers.”
His thumb is working in a slow circle around my clit, but it’s not enough. I can feel his dick prying me apart, grinding against the toy on the other side. And it feels like fire burning through me.
“Baby…” I cry, fisting at the pillows. “It hurts.”
His progress slows, and I exhale as he brushes my hair over my shoulder.
“My love, you have to relax,” he says. “Or this isn’t going to work.”
I draw from him in an attempt to tamp down the tension, and he grunts, slipping deeper.
“You’re doing great, baby. You’re almost there.”
I shake my head, fists clenching the fabric beneath me, but I don’t ask him to slow.
I want this. Want him buried inside of me. Want to feel him empty into me as he always does.
If I ask him to slow now, he’ll never let me have it.
“More,” I demand, and Elliot begins to growl.
His hand cups my breast before pinching my nipple. The little sting is a welcome distraction as he continues his torturous path until there’s nowhere for him to go, and he’s gripping my hips to keep from driving into me.
“You okay?” He asks, pausing.
I nod.
With the toy seated at the hilt, and Elliot inching into me, I am blinded by the impossible fullness. But the craving is growing, and I’m worried it might swallow us both if he doesn’t move.
“Please, I need you to move,” I plead. “Please, baby. Please…”
Elliot’s hands come down on either side of me as he presses me into the sheets.
“Baby, don’t beg…you’re gonna—“
His words are cut off as I cry out.
“Ah! Fuck!”
He stills, power vibrating through us as the knot comes to life.
“Iris!” He answers my desperation with his own. “Baby, I can’t stay still.”
“Then don’t.”
He rears back, gripping my hips and driving into me.
The movement elicits another anguished cry, but it feels too good to run from.
I meet his every thrust as his rhythm increases, and the rough drag of him scraping against either side of my walls brings tears to my eyes.
“Iris,” he warns. “I’m gonna come. Do you want—“
Again, his words are cut off. This time, by my desperate clawing as I pull his arms around me.
I don’t want him to go anywhere. I want every drop.
His body starts to stiffen in response, rhythm rough as a tremor courses through him. My shift takes over as I feel the heat of his cum pouring into me, and those precious words leave his lips.
“I love you,” he grinds out.
An orgasm is close behind, but Elliot doesn’t stop until he’s certain I’m finished, and I can’t help but call his name as I make a mess of his new bed.
The wave lasts longer than usual, and he holds me tight, covering me as he continues to work every last ounce of pleasure from between my legs.
When it’s over, and my arms and legs are nothing but noodles, I glance back to find him watching me, eyes hooded, breath shallow.
His gaze darkens as he pulls free, collecting the toy so he can watch his cum slip out of me. I know the wolf is at the front when he growls low, mouth drooling, and scrapes his thumb through my tender flesh, sweeping up the thick stream of white and pushing it from my ass into my pussy.
“Mine,” the wolf declares before spreading me wide and licking up the remnants.
I moan as he settles in to enjoy his favorite meal.
“Yes, baby,” I murmur into the pillows. “It’s yours. All yours.”