Page 50 of Not So Bad
I bring her on top of me, let her lead this turn.
Her loosened muscles swallow inch after inch of my throbbing cock faster than I expect, and I can tell by her hiss of pleasure and the way she buries her hand between her thighs to rock against her clit that it’s an unexpected blend of stretching and pleasure, too. “Too much?” I ask, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples, pressing into the tender globes around them, making milk rush to the surface. I catch it on my fingers and lick it off while she watches.
She leans back with a blush. “Close your eyes for a minute?”
“And miss the sight of your spread pussy swallowing my knot? No. You wouldn’t be so cruel.” I pout.
“But I—”
“My face was there five minutes ago. I love being up close and personal with that part of you. With every part of you.” I move my hands to her waist, working with her as the bulge nestles between her lips, nudging her clit. “Nice and easy,” I praise, moving one hand to rub her while she wiggles and works, her face flushed. She grunts and growls, and it’s the sexiest sound in the world, a determined, stubborn mate who wants my knot. My pups. Wants our pack to grow. My hips fail their obedience test and fly upward, the knot sinking in as she bears down.
Loretta’s face flashed through pain to bliss, and mine is only basking in pleasure. Her warm, wet walls grasp me tight, and I wait with my jaw locked for her to have her first orgasm on my knot (her third of the evening). It doesn’t take long, since the knot fills all of the nerve-dense areas of her pussy, and my hand never stops toying with her rapidly swelling clit.
When her muscles twitch, and her wail of pleasure crashes over me, I finally let my knot fully feel the soft heat tightening around it, and I give an experimental tug. Loretta gasps.
“Are you getting bigger?” she hisses.
“Uh-huh.” That’s all I can manage to say before my cock surrenders to her heat, buried so deep inside that I can feel theentrance of her womb against me. And thinking of her so full of me keeps me pumping out a torrent of hot cum. I watch Loretta writhe, and I study the seal of my knot in her opening. Not a drop escapes.
“What big eyes you have,” Loretta chides as I stare shamelessly at our union.
“Hottest thing for any wolf is his mate full of his knot. Full of his cum. No, I take that back, the very hottest thing is to see his pregnant mate full of his knot.”
“You have baby fever.”
“It comes with a side of orgasms,” I tempt.
“I’m not ready yet. I think we need to wait a few months after everything.”
“To try to have a baby?” My heart leaps.
“To get married.”
“You’d marry me?”
“Duh.” Loretta wriggles forward, stealing my view, but giving me the wonderful gift of curling up against my chest while we’re still joined. “I’m an old-fashioned werewolf-marrying domestic engineering type of gal. I want a ring on my finger if I’m your mate.”
“Yes, ma’am. All the better to wed you with.”
“This is going to get old, you know. I’m not Little Red Riding Hood. You’re not the Big Bad Wolf.”
“But Iambig. And some would say I didn’t act in a very good, gentlemanly way the other night—or when I have you in my bed,” I point out, teeth lightly biting her neck. Her pussy jumps, and she squeezes me tighter, keeping me hard and keeping both of us on the brink of more orgasms.
“You’re the Big Not-So-Bad Wolf. And I love you, Jasper Wainwright.”
“Well, youdidcome to my neck of the woods carrying the most precious little basket of goodies I’ve ever met—ourdaughter. But I have a much better name for you than Little Red.”
“Hmm?”
“Mrs. Wainwright.” I wink.
Loretta kisses me. “I like it.”
