Page 56 of Seducing Sasquatch

He’s so far deep into his headspace and we’ve barely just begun.

“I’ll give you what you want, needy boy.” I smirk, pressing the pad of my finger against his hole.

His gape has tightened over the day, but his muscles are still pliable as I sink a digit into his wet heat. Blake gasps, humming eagerly to himself, his hips rocking back and forth as he fucks against my hand.

“Oh, you like Daddy’s finger in your ass?” I snide, loving the way my mate reacts to my dirty talk. I could say the most vile things to him and he’d love every second of it. My perfect mate. The fates really do know what they’re doing, delivering him to my shop, like an innocent lamb.

I’m going to ruin him. Make him mine, inside and out.

I pull my finger free, only to add another. My fingers are much thicker than his, but he rocks on my hand, eagerly sucking me inside. Blake groans, his hand sliding down the wall, clearly aiming for his dick.

I pull my fingers free, clutching him and blocking his progress. “Did I say you could touch?” I growl into his ear, pressing my body against his. Dominating him against the wall.

Blake tenses, shutting his eyes and crying out in need. “Please! It aches.”

I hum in agreement. I’ve kept my cock to myself all day. After our little fiasco this morning and our sledding this afternoon with his ass pressed up against my crotch for hours, it’s been brutal to hold back. So now he gets a taste of his own medicine.

“Hands where I can see them,” I order, lifting his hand back to the wall, spreading his fingers wide.

I pull away, watching how his body trembles with need. Soon, sweet thing.

Returning to his hole, I continue to fuck the lube deep into his ass. His walls clench and suck at my fingers, his mewls and pants filling the quietness of the cabin.

“You want more, baby?” I ask, but I know his answer.

Blake nods so erratically he’s lucky to not give himself a headache. I chuckle at him, pulling my fingers free and notching the plug against his entrance.

Gasping, Blake tenses. “Nooo, not the plug. I want you!”

I press the bulb against his rim, watching it stretch around the tip until it meets resistance. Then I pull it away and start again. Easing the plug deeper and deeper each time, fucking my mate with it until the largest section widens right at his rim.

Blake cries out, his dick leaks from between his legs, leaving a string of pre-cum sliding down his inner thigh. I can’t help myself from falling to my knees and lavishing at his skin. My tongue glides across his thigh, catching that sweet, clear liquid. I press the plug deeper, watching in awe as my mate takes the toy. The bulb disappears inside him, leaving his knees shaking and his back quivering.

“Such a good boy.” I run my fingers up and down the back of his legs, loving how he rises to his toes to escape the tickle across his skin. “Doesn’t that feel so good? Being plugged full, stretching your hole for me? You’re going to look divine when I knot you.”

I reach up between his legs, avoiding his leaking dick and pressing against his lower belly. “You’re going to get so swollen here. You’ll be so full of my cum and my knot you’ll look pregnant.”

Blake pants, dropping his head, his lips part, and a bead of saliva leaks from his mouth to the floor. “Breed me, Daddy.”

I shiver as a wave of primal need rolls through my spine, branching into my fingers. I won’t last much longer before my animalistic urges take over, and I need Blake to be prepared completely before that happens. In the throws of mating, I won’t be myself, I’ll become a monster.

Blake’s skin already burns at the touch as I press against his stomach, feeling the slight swell of the plug. He’s so thin, every bump and bulge of my cock will be visible. Pulling my hand away and rising to my feet, I clutch Blake’s waist, turning him from the wall.

He wobbles on uneasy feet, his hips undulating as he grows used to the weight of the plug in his hole. Looking up at me, his face is flushed, highlighting the slight freckles on his nose. His crown still perches on his head, making him look like a prize wrapped up in a bouquet.

“You listen to Daddy. And you listen carefully.” I slowly lift his arms above his head, the barbells in his nipples glinting at me in the fading light of the evening. We’ll be tossed into darkness soon, but before his vision goes I’ll surround him with me. I’ll show his soul that even in the darkest hours of the night, I’m his safety net. His home.

Blake nods. “Listening,” he whispers.

I sink to my knees, my hands trailing down his sides, his hips to his thighs, grasping at his soft flesh. “Keep your arms up, baby. Don’t drop them.”

I can’t contain the growl that rumbles through me as I catch a whiff of his musk. After today, his scent is fuller, richer than before. From this morning to the sledding, his skin is layered with his smell. My instincts to mate yell at me to cover his scent with mine. To lick away the day’s dirt and clean him with my tongue.

So I do.

Burying my face in his crotch, I inhale against his smooth skin, where only a few thin hairs remain. My tongue slides along the outside of his groin, lavishing the salty tang to his body. Blake flinches, his hip rushing to meet me, seeking any friction he can get. I oblige, gliding my tongue up his balls, along his shaft and I swallow him down in a single gulp.

His dick is small enough to fit entirely inside my mouth as I suck and lick at him, covering his scent glands with mine. Blake thrusts, his mewls of need filling the air.