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Derek stared down at his girlfriend, blissed out from four orgasms to get her prepped for his knot, and grinned. There was something just so sexy about knowing he was the one who had made her all flushed-faced and bedroom-eyed. A strike straight to his stupid, stupid preening werewolf ego.
She stared back at him hungrily, gnawing the inside of her cheek. Her gaze drifted. From his, sliding down his front, and settled on the bob of his hard cock. His knot. All of it was for her.
“Please,” was all she whimpered, and who was he to deny the lady when she asked so pretty, blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears from the intensity of her orgasms?
He was on her in a flash, spreading her thighs wider to accommodate his wide waist, and couldn’t help but shudder at all the wetness that greeted his eyes when he looked. Four orgasms had done her well, leaving her cunt sopping. Her puddle of slick dripped off the table, the steady sound of it punctuating his wobbling breathing.
Drip, drip, drip.
Shaky inhale, shaky exhale, shaky inhale, shaky exhale.
He felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest as he pushed himself flush against her swollen folds. The heat and wetness made his stomach twist swoop as he stood there, heartbeat in his ears.
“Derek, are you okay?” Her voice was small and worried, reaching past the vibrating thump of his heart pounding. When he came back to himself, he was aware of her hands on him. Running along his back, smoothing over his shoulders, soothing the stinging scratches she’d left. Over and over. Fucking petting him. And he’d be damned if it didn’t make him relax.
“Nervous,” he croaked when he located his vocal cords. “Just…s’a lot, I know, and I’m…I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You realize this” —he swallowed back an animal groan that threatened to rumble through his chest as her hand spread her pussy lips, revealing the mess he’d made of her— “widens to roughly the size of an ice cream pint in childbirth, right? So I should, feasibly, be able to take your knot.”
The words drove straight into his belly. Each one stabbed at his wolf brain. Thankfully both human and wolf were of the same opinion: he needed her. Right now.
“Alright.” He caught the bend of her knees and grasped the shaft of his cock, easing forward. Inch by agonizing inch, he sank into her, pausing when her face pinched. This he was used to. Even with liberally-applied lube and her basically boneless from orgasming, it was still a tight fit. Still a struggle to push into her cunt. Still hard to get her pussy to part, to let him in. And that was with all the foreplay in the world.
“Does it—are you, um, okay?” His voice a was a whispery rasp, gravel in his throat, as he dragged his gaze away from his cock disappearing into her to look into her face.
“Uh-huh. You’re…fuck…always so big.” Her nails cut into his forearms, drawing shallow wounds. A badge he’d wear with honor just like the cat clawing on his chest. Maybe one of these days he’d get them tattooed, a permanent reminder of her passion.
He inched forward and drew back, slowly working his cock in with small strokes. Over and over, until all that was left was his knot.
“Good?” he rasped.
“Mmhm.” Her pussy fluttered around him, milking him with her intimate muscles, teasing him, taunting him.
A quick glance at her face punched the air from his lungs. Like every single time he was inside of her. Every time was like the first, new and sharp and raw. His heart ached. Her hazy blue gaze, the dark-red flush making her millions of freckles, the sprawl of her long hair.
He loved her. Really, truly, and deeply. She owned him, body, soul, heart. Everything he had was hers, and he couldn’t get over how lucky he was to have her.
The swell of love that brought tears to his eyes had him bending down to kiss her. Once, twice, then hungrier, deeper, a hand sliding into her damp hair.
As she nipped at his bottom lip and sucked his tongue, he began to push forward. Inched his knot into her slow and gentle, moaning, shuddering with every centimeter that was enveloped in her heat.
“Good?” he managed to growl.
She nodded, sweat streaming down her face in rivulets. The flush was darker but with strain now, the tendons in her neck standing out.
He couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and sucking at one sharply, shuddering when her nails scrabbled at his back. The sharp pain fuzzed his head and his hips punched forward and—fuck. He was inside of her, all of him. Knot included. And it was glorious, slippery and hot and clamping down.
Chloe’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide, sightless. “Oh my God, Derek. You’ve—you’ve been hiding this from me?” she stammered in a tight, strained voice, breathless, as sweat streamed down her face. Her tone was wondrous and hungry as she shuddered, knees pressing into his waist. Her hands found his shoulders. Pulled him down into a hungry, desperate sweaty kiss that had him begin to fuck her as much as he could.
Short, small little thrusts that barely jiggled her breasts but the way she sank into it, her heels pushing into his ass told him she enjoyed it. That it wasn’t hurting her.
“It’ll go down once I cum,” he explained, continuing to thrust into her. His brain was dizzy from the sight of his girl, spread out like a buffet piece on their kitchen table, her swollen cunt swallowing his knot and all.
She nodded and rolled her hips, her mouth dropping open as she sobbed out his name. Tears dripped down her temples as his thumb gouged into her clit. Rubbed like she enjoyed, quick circles. The muscles in her thighs shook, as she shook her head, squirming. But she didn’t say no. Didn’t say their safeword. Sore but not enough to tap out.
Pleasure coalesced at the base of his spine, tight and painful. He worked his finger faster, wanting to see her cum. Needing to feel her tighten around him, to see her face twist with that sweet pleasure-pain they both enjoyed so much.
Her voice was hoarse and throaty when she came. Her pussy a vice on his cock and his knot, milking him, torturing him in the best way.
And in a few small little thrusts, he came too, groaning loud in his throat. Pushing her harder against the table, pinning her with every ounce of his weight. His cock and knots throbbed as one as he slumped against her, idly peppering her neck and chin with kisses.
It took several decades for him to realize she was thinking out loud. Talking to herself absently. Her hand carding through his sweaty hair and scratching along his scalp was far too blissful. Plus crazy hard orgasms. Yeah.
“We’re definitely doing this again, though I wonder…”
“Hm?” he managed against her neck.
“What about your wolf form?”
This woman was going to be the death of him, surely. Too bad he couldn’t imagine any sweet way to go—loved by her. In his entirety.