Page 57 of Seducing Sasquatch

Reaching around his hip, I press against the plug, pushing it deeper into his needy hole. Blake moans, his arms dropping as if to clutch at my hair. But I give him a warning growl, the vibration arcing up his shaft and into his belly.

Sobbing lightly, Blake returns his arms above his head. “Please, Daddy. More.”

His dick pops from my lips, and I lick my canines, tasting every drop of my mate’s skin. I know his cum will taste just as good. For now, I turn to the rest of his body. Licking up his stomach, sucking on those sensitive nipples, the cool metallic taste of the barbells explodes on my tongue.

Blake is panting desperately as I reach his collarbone, lavishing that too. His body now vibrates with gooseflesh, but his scent is slowly fading, mixing with mine. When I’m done with him, he’ll smell entirely of me. Marked and mated for life.

“Keep still, baby,” I remind him.

Blake’s eyes flash down at me, and I wink before nuzzling my nose into his arm pit. God. His scent is so ripe here. It’s so fresh. Like clean linen. I inhale, sucking down his smell deep into my soul. Collecting a pool of saliva, I give his pit a stroke with my tongue. Even here, he’s barely covered in hair, his skin is so soft under the coarse ridges of my mouth.

“You’re licking me!” Blake squirms, his arms threatening to drop. I reach up to his elbows, pinning them above his head.

“I’m marking you as mine, baby. Hold still.” I lick harder at his pits, loving every second of it. Like the beast that I am, I take a nibble at his underarm just to hear him gasp. Chuckling, I sniff at his damp pit, noting how his scent has been fully covered with mine. So I turn to his other armpit, licking at his skin, marking every inch I can reach. My mate squirms, his breath a mix of gasps and giggles.

“Nearly done, baby,” I coo at him, watching with awe at how quickly he sinks back into his peaceful headspace with only a few words of encouragement.

With my saliva covering his body, he now reeks of me. My inner beast howls with delight at just how perfect he is for me. His body arches towards me as if subconsciously knowing what it wants.

I’ll give him everything.

I rise to my feet, dipping my head to capture his lips. Blake kisses me back, but it’s uncoordinated, like he’s floating in dreamland and not really here. But that’s okay. I want him to float. To fly with ecstasy.

“Hold on to me.” I wrap an arm around his back and under his knees, plucking him up from the floor as I carry him to the bed.

Blake’s body is lax in my arms, a smile spread across his lips and his eyes fluttering with ease.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, baby.” I kiss his forehead as I position him on the bed. With his chest pressed into the mattress, I kneel behind him, spreading his legs to gaze down at the base of the plug poking out of his hole.

For a moment I simply enjoy my view. The arch of his spine, the fleshy mounds of his ass, and the gentle pants of his breath. My cock aches inside me as my slit parts between my thighs.

Wiggling his hips at me, Blake slowly resurfaces. “Daddy, fuck me. I want you inside me.”

I run a hand down his back, grounding him. His muscles quiver beneath my palm, and with my other hand I grasp the plug. Pulling gently, I pull it from his slick hole before pressing it back inside. In and out, in and out, I fuck my mate with the plug. His pleas and whines explode through the air, his hips hump the bedding, but I’m quick to pull his dick backwards, between his legs.

“Your pleasure is mine to give, baby.” I look at the way he widens his stance, his little dick twitching as it rests heavily behind him. His whimpers almost have me giving him what he wants. But if he comes too soon he’ll be too sensitive for the rough fucking I’ll give him later.

“Such a needy boy.” I grin, plunging the plug deeper into his hole with each pump of my wrist. His body swallows it up, his hole stretching until there’s no resistance around the bulb. He’s nearly ready.

Pulling the plug free, I set it aside. Blake whines again like a needy pup, but I don’t leave him empty for long. Sliding three fingers into his wet, hot heat, I finger at his prostate, rubbing that sweet little gland.

“Oh, fuck!” Blake cries out as I find it.

“Language,” I reprimand.

Sniffing a gentle sob, I preen at his lack of apology. He’s apologized a lot this week, for tiny insignificant things. So, it’s nice to know he’s understanding his true value.

I slide a forth finger into him, feeling the way his rim squeezes my digits. Blake presses back, fucking himself, pushing me to go deeper.

“Do you want my fist, baby?” I coo, knowing he wants exactly that.

Nodding against the sheets, Blake begs, “Please, Daddy. More. Give me more!”

Notching my thumb to my palm, I slowly press deeper. For a moment his rim tightens against my knuckles, and Blake groans.

“Bear down, baby,” I hiss.

I feel the way his muscles contract as he pushes and my fist slips inside with a wet squelch. My cock escapes my slit, hitting my thigh as my balls follow, the cold air caressing my burning shaft. God, he looks amazing with my fist in his ass.