“Humans, everything’s smaller. Cuter. Even your loads.”
He lifts his head to survey the damage. “I mean, nothing compares to yours.”
“Well, I’m going to come again. Soon. I can just…” I pull out, move back, and hold myself.
“Oh no, no. I want it. Inside me.” Jamie reaches down and spreads his ass apart, and fuck, has there ever been a more beautiful sight? “Can you breed me, big boy?”
Big boy. My chest warms at how cute he is… even while I’m splitting him in half.
“Jamie, you can’t take it all. No way.”
“Well, let me try.”
I lean over him, brushing the damp hair off his forehead, taking in his beautiful face. “It won’t take long.” I push myself up and back into place.
“Take your time. Your dick feels amazing inside me.”
“Okay, well, I’m close, is all.”
I push inside him, his hole welcoming me back easily, and hold both his ankles up this time. It takes only a few drives in and out before my balls tighten. He’s too perfect. Too sweet. Too handsome.
“Jamie, I’m gonna come. Are you sure?”
“Yup. Sure. Now, fill me up.”
And that’s it, my orgasm slams into me like a rogue wave. Cum erupts out of me, gushing inside him, and he must feel it because he moans, his head tilting back.
“Fuck yeah. Oh, fuck, Mags.” His fingers get lost in the fur on my stomach, tugging me closer. “I want it all. Breed my hole.”
He grips the bed with his free hand, and I’m pretty sure nothing’s ever been more beautiful than the sight of Jamie Torres taking my load.
But then I sense it. Overflowing. Rushing out. There’s only so much room in there.
“Jamie, I’m pulling out. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I pull out, and my cock lands on his and continues to shoot, covering his stomach, chest, a few drops even landing on his chin. He’s lifted his head, watching as I pump the last few drops before collapsing next to him.
He rolls over, cuddling up to me, our limbs tangled, the city lights spilling across us. I trace patterns across his back as Jamie runs a hand through the hair on my chest, and for the first time all week, I feel like I can breathe.
We’re a mess. The bed is a wreck. And I couldn't care less.
“This… this feels…” he murmurs, breathless.
“Yeah,” I agree. “It does.”
Jamie rests his head against my chest, and I’m sure he can hear the steady thrum of my heartbeat. I’ve waited so long for this. To feel this way with someone. Connected. Trusted. Seen. And finally, it’s happened. Jamie happened.
“C’mere.” I pull him closer, kissing the top of his head, and savor the moment.
12
CUDDLED AND CONFLICTED
JAMIE
I’m snuggled upto Magnus, trying not to think about how completely ridiculous it is that I’m falling for my boss. No, my boss’s boss. My new boss, whom I’ve only spoken to via phone. Who I’m supposed to be supporting as an admin, not cosplaying as a junior strategist. Yeah, there’s no way I’m winning employee of the month.
Or maybe, more accurately, I’m falling for the CEO who just completely, gloriously wrecked me in his penthouse condo. But every time I glance at him or sense the muscles beneath his fur, his impossible combination of strength, tenderness, and total recklessness makes my body feel like it’s been handed a pogo stick.
