“Holy gods, that feels good.” His voice, louder than before, vibrates all the way down and trembles inside me.
My heart swells with pride, and I brace myself, fucking him with long, slow strokes. Making him feel this way, hearing him moan my name—it’s intoxicating. Every movement, every touch, every gasp between us is a promise, a reminder that this isn’t just lust. I’m completely his. All his.
“Look at my little man, fucking my big cock like an MVP.”
I glance back. His hands are raised behind his head. His pits, with that somewhat longer hair, are exposed, his eyes flutter in ecstasy. His tail gives a slow, satisfied sweep across the sheets before curling possessively around my thigh as he enjoys the view.
“Come on, Torres. Use my dick. Fuck it. Own it. It’s yours.”
His hands grip my waist, matching my rhythm, and I can tell he’s going to blow again. With anyone else, I’d worry, thinking we’re almost done—but not with him. With Magnus, coming isn’t the finish line. It’s just another step on the journey.
“Jamie, I’m close.” His fingers dig into my skin, and the slightest bit of pain makes me want him more. “Keepfucking me this way and I’m gonna… ohhhh, Jamie. Jamie.”
He’s still, but I’m moving faster, coaxing it out of him, while the waves of pleasure rush through him and into me.
This time, there’s no need to capture his load in the bowl, we’ve got more than enough from the first time to last all night. I don’t pull off, because I want it. Him. Inside me. Or as much as I can handle.
“Mount me, big boy. Slam that massive cock into me.”
His hands land on my shoulders, and he’s up, over me, crashing into me with a force he hasn’t used yet.
“There we go. Mine,” he pants. “You’re all mine.” His fingers wrap around my neck. “Do you like that?”
“I fucking love it. Love it. Oh damn.” My eyes roll back in my head from the intense pleasure. “Keep pounding me.”
“I'm gonna come, Jamie. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Yes. Please.”
His dick throbs inside me with each burst, unloading. He’s moaning, shaking, fingers gripping my skin.
“There we go. Breed my hole, baby. Fill me up.”
After the second or third blast, even though he’s still pounding me like a pro, he pulls out. It’s too much. There’s simply no more room. His cock lands on my back, showering me as he gasps with pleasure.
When he finally finishes, I turn my head around, and he’s fallen back on the bed, chest heaving, as he stares.
“Look at my cum dripping out of my little man’s hole.” He leans forward, spreading me wider, runninghis thumb over my cheek. “Such a fucking beautiful sight.”
And then he bends closer, his warm breath on my skin, and takes a long lick at my ass.
“Fuck, Magnus. You’re going to kill me.”
“Not the plan,” he says after pulling back. “Wouldn’t be on brand for the CEO of a PR company.”
I laugh, and he falls back on the pillows, cock still raging.
“Are you ever not hard?” I crawl on top of him, nuzzling into his neck.
“Not around you. It’s the price you pay for being so damn irresistible."
I straddle him, perched on his cock but not taking him again—yet. My fingers roam through his fur, memorizing the feel of him, and Magnus licks his lips before wrapping a hand around my aching boner, giving it a few firm strokes.
“I want you close,” he says with a mischievous smirk. “For next time.”
I shake my head. “You’ve already come twice.”
“Oh, Jamie,” he teases. “That’s nothing.”
