Chapter 4 #2
My novels always have kick-ass women who embrace the weird shit that happens to them, so if this is my novel, my protagonist would plead for a hard breeding.
He stops playing with my tits and forces my legs apart with his knee. I adjust my position to give him better access as he glides his hand down the curve of my ass cheek, caressing me. He slides his fingers against my pussy and grazes my wet folds. It’s enough to drive me crazy.
He’s teasing me and doesn’t press his finger in. “I’m not sure my bunny is ready to be bred yet. I think she needs to be stroked some more.”
Lucas is probably laughing his ass off at this dirty talk… or maybe not. He’s probably stroking his cock and imagining all of this.
“Whatever you want.” I groan as he presses a finger into my wetness and seeks my clit.
“Yes,” he growls. “It is whatever I want.”
He rubs circles on my clit, and a shock of pleasure consumes me. “Oh, fuck.”
A gush of wetness coats his hand, and I arch against him as he continues to tease my swollen bundle of nerves. His warm breath on my neck thrills me, and I’m transported when he growls and bites my shoulder. He doesn’t do it hard enough to break the skin, but it’s going to leave a mark.
This is more like it.
I embrace the fantasy. I close my eyes and imagine he’s still wearing the mask. I’m bent over a log in a forest, not imagining an actual werewolf, but the idea of a guy in a costume breeding me in the woods hits a kink I didn’t know I had.
He continues to fondle me with one hand.
My breathing speeds up at the sound of his zipper.
When his bare cock presses between the cleft of my buttcheeks, I moan as my pussy throbs with pleasure.
He shoves me closer to the wall. I have to turn my head and put the side of my face against the cold plaster.
My moans get louder as he slides the tip of his cock up and down my wet folds, not pressing in… not giving me what I crave.
A forbidden hunger makes me whimper. “Oh god, fuck me… Please.”
His voice rumbles in my ear. “Oh no, my bunny isn’t warmed up enough yet.”
The way he keeps saying “My bunny” has a possessive naughtiness to it. I’m Lucas’s bunny, but the more Chris repeats it, the more I want to be his as he fucks and breeds me.
He plays “just the tip” with my pussy. A ripple of bliss swirls in my core every time I think he’s finally going to plunge all the way in. I mewl in displeasure. Fuck, I need his cock NOW.
After several agonizing short thrusts, when he pulls out again, I cry out. “No, please, you can feel how wet your bunny is.”
He growls. “We’ll see.”
He yanks me away from the wall and drags me over to an old dressing table with a cracked oval mirror. Chris forces my head to the surface and I catch a quick glimpse of him in the mirror before my face presses against the dusty table top.
Wow, he’s cute. He has pleasant features with dark, wavy hair. With the brief look, I don’t think I could pick him out of a crowd if I saw him again, but he’s not going to get tossed out of anyone’s bed for eating cookies and getting crumbs on the sheets.
He doesn’t ask me to, but I spread my legs as wide as I can.
Since we’re now across the room, I don’t know how well Lucas can hear us.
I’m going to need to moan louder for his enjoyment.
The way my head is facing, I can see a four-poster bed with ratty blankets on it and I’m glad he didn’t drag me there.
Yeah, no one wants to fuck on that bed. Being bent over this dirty table is much better.
This entire encounter is filthy, figuratively and literally, and I’m so on board with it. Miri won’t believe the night I’m having. Hell, maybe this would’ve been her if I had given her my ticket.
A sharp slap on my ass snaps me to attention. “Shit.”
The sting lingers as he presses his cock between my ass cheeks, placing pressure against a hole I wasn’t expecting him to use.
Um, this dude doesn’t have lube. Fear lances my gut, but at the same time my pussy clenches in delight.
This is exactly why I can’t trust Ms. Kitty.
She’s all down with me getting ass fucked with no lube.
I’m about to protest when he shifts his position and drives straight into my pussy, drilling straight to my core.
“Ohhhhh my god.” I groan from an intense spike of pleasure.
His cock is massive, much bigger than Lucas, and I feel deliciously ripped apart. My head reels as he withdraws and slams into me again, setting a punishing pace.
“You like being bred by a werewolf?” he asks in a deep roar.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck me harder.”
I don’t know why this absurd dirty talk is doing it for me, but every time he mentions breeding, I want to reply with disgusting things I’ve never said before… things I’ve never even thought about. I want to beg him to fill me with his seed, and put a baby in me. Tell him to fill my fertile womb.
I close my eyes and groan at my vulgar thoughts, and a warmth steals over me. A growing acceptance of my inner slut being unleashed sinks me into submission. He can do whatever he wants to me.
He laughs darkly, as if he can sense I’ve given up control. “I plan to breed you until you’re a wet puddle and my seed is dripping out of you.”
He takes a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, growling as he slams into me repeatedly.
I grip the sides of the vanity for leverage and my breasts scrape the surface, sending pings of bliss straight to my clit.
His enormous cock feels spectacular as he stretches me wide. Jesus Christ, this is crazy and hot.
My arms shake from holding on as he rams forward, plunging himself inside me over and over again.
My moans grow louder as every thrust brings me closer to the edge.
I usually rub my clit to help me come, but this guy’s girth massages every inch of my cave walls and I’m going to come without any added help.
I need to see how raunchy this looks, so I open my eyes and stare into the broken mirror.
His head is thrown back, and he’s holding onto my hips with one hand and my hair with the other as he jackhammers into me.
He didn’t take off the chestpiece of his costume and his hands still have the fur covering.
It’s a half werewolf, half human fucking me. Holy fuck, this is depraved.
My brain melts at the obscene visual and it catapults me over the edge. “Ohhhh, god!”
My back arches at the peak of my orgasm. Ripples of rapture shoot from my fingers to my toes, focusing on the nerve endings stretched around his massive tool. Waves of pleasure wash over me as he pants and fucks me harder.
I’m chanting “Fuck me” as the ecstasy spirals through me. What few thoughts I have outside the sensations blowing my mind are all about Lucas, standing in the hallway with his cock in his hand. He should have been in the room watching. This might be a once-in-a-lifetime fuck.
The bliss builds again, and just when I’m about to come for a second time, Chris shouts in pure male pleasure and explodes, coating me with his seed. He spasms against me, fucking his cum back into me for several seconds as I quiver underneath him.
When he’s finished pumping, he releases my hips with a loud grunt.
A stream of hot cum pours out of my pussy and coats my thighs as he pulls out.
His huge cock twitches as it empties itself and leaves a trail down my legs.
My legs tremble from the tickling sensation and I have the urge to taste him.
I realize I’d have to let go of the vanity to do that and I’d probably collapse to the floor, so I put it from my mind.
He slumps over me, putting his palms flat on the surface to hold his weight, and presses his head against my shoulder.
We stay still for several moments until his heavy breathing slows.
I watch him in the mirror as I process. I’m a mess and in desperate need of a shower since he’s been fucking me against dirty surfaces.
When his eyes meet mine in the mirror, they’re dark with satisfaction and full of wonderment.
“Thank you, Jessica.”
“You’re welcome.” I’m uncertain what else to say. I should probably thank him as well.
As he straightens up, his gaze drops to my thighs, smeared with his warm, sticky cum.
I fight the urge to rub my thighs together, and he holds onto my upper arm to steady me as I stand.
His arms wrap around me from behind, cupping my breasts with each hand.
He skims his thumb across my nipples in an intimate gesture that sends tingles through me.
He places a soft kiss on top of my hair, and I’m surprised by the intimate gesture.
“Your husband is waiting for you.”
I give him a hazy smile. “I need to get dressed.”
His soft chuckle reminds me he’s only a guy in a costume, no matter how much he rocked my world and possibly gave me a new kink.
He drops his hands from my breasts and gets my costume from the floor.
I shimmy into it. Chris zips up the back and plays with the bunny tail.
I really need to thank him, but anything I could say seems inadequate.
I can’t simply walk out, so I have to try. “Thank you, Chris. This was… fucking magnificent.”
Instead of responding, he flashes me a wide smile and a dimple appears in his cheek.
Oh hell, that’s adorable.
And memorable. I’d probably be able to pick him out of a crowd now that I’ve gotten a better look at him. Lucas never picks the same guy twice, so is the only time I’ll ever see him.
Dammit. This is one time I wish Lucas would change his rule.
My body is cooling down, and I shiver as his cum dries on my thighs. I peer around the room, wishing there was something I could clean with. When I see Chris again, he’s slipped his werewolf mask on.
“Have a good night, Jessica.” It’s muffled, almost a growl, like he’s back into werewolf mode, and he heads into the hallway before I can reply.
Lucas steps into the room and approaches me cautiously.
My heart catches in my throat and I want to rush to him.
I’m a mass of confusion at how hot that was, and I’m silent as Lucas draws me towards him, encircling me with his arms. He cups my face and his thumb caresses my lips before he kisses me tenderly.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
He presses a gentle kiss on my forehead before pulling away. “Listening to him talk about breeding you was hot.”
A quick glance at the bulge in his jeans confirms his words. Oh yeah, he liked it.
I can’t help myself and I stroke his hardness through the fabric. “Lucas, you really should have been watching.”
He groans. “Let’s go home. I want to fuck you.”
God, I love this man.
I tease him. “Yes please. I want your magnificent cock breeding my pussy and filling me with your seed.”
His eyes glitter and he gives a delighted laugh. “I’ll do whatever I want to you.”
Mmmm, now this is why I married him.