Page 58 of Seducing Sasquatch

I roll my wrist. Blake gasps, “So full!”

I press deeper, my knuckles passing over his prostate. The view before me nearly has me coming on the spot. Blake on his stomach, his legs spread, his dick leaking rivers of precum onto the bedding and my fist disappearing inside his stretched hole.

I pump my fist, pulling out to my knuckles before punching back inside. The wet squelch of lube and my mate’s cries of pleasure surround us. I need to feel it, to bury my cock so deep inside him I leave my mark there too.

Clutching his waist, I pull him back to his knees, spreading my hand across his stomach and feeling the way his belly bulges with my fist punching into him.

“I need to come! Daddy! Too much!” Blake wails, his inner walls clutching at my fist as I fuck him.

But I can barely hear his cries over the pounding of blood in my ears and the sight of my fist bulging against his belly.

“Please, Daddy. Please. P-Please!”

The edge of my vision blurs as my instincts to mate grow unbearable. My dick thickens, pulsing towards Blake as if reaching for him.

“I’ll make you come, baby. Just not yet.” I nip at his earlobe, pressing against his upper back, forcing him back to the bed.

Pulling my hand free, Blake’s hole flutters as it gapes up at me. His inner walls, pink and puffy. Ready.

“It’s time, sweet thing. To become my mate.”

The last flicker of my humanity shreds itself as my beast rises to the surface, my last glimmer of awareness is Blake begging for me. Then I’m gone.

CHAPTER 19

BLAKE

The snarl that escapes Arden is nothing shy of a wild animal. I peek over my shoulder, still feeling the way his fist held me open, filling me to the brim.

“Daddy?”

The man who looks down at me is something far more terrifying than him. With his golden eyes now turned to coal, his canines flash in the last of the light. The sun has set, the night is here, and I’m about to be taken by the beast.

But I want him. All of him.

“Such a good boy.” Arden’s gravelly voice is barely his, but the touch along my spine is gentle. He’s still there. Somewhere behind the blanket of lust that surrounds us, the Daddy I know is with me.

I swallow the ball of anxiety, reaching under myself with careful movements to adjust my aching dick. My balls are so tight they almost hurt to the touch.

Snarling again, Arden grasps my waist, his nails suddenly biting into my flesh. “Mine.”

When did he grow nails?

I don’t have a moment to think before he’s slapping the crown of his cock against my gaping entrance.

The cool air of the cabin kisses my burning insides, and my heart leaps into my throat.

He’s going to fuck me. Mate me. Take my virginity with it.

The hardened tip of his cock nudges my hole, and I whimper, arching my back deeper to show him what he owns. What is his.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my empty hole,” I whine.

His hands are everywhere as he slides into my wet, stretched body. Inch after inch he enters me. Not in little, gentle increments but in one thrust, he bottoms out.

The air in my lungs is knocked into a wheeze, and that wonderful sense of fullness explodes inside me.

But this isn’t just his fist. His cock reaches much, much further. My stomach bumps and bulges beneath me. I can feel the head of his cock, knocking against my belly button as he grinds against my ass.