What was once nine inches and as thick as my wrist now feels more like ten and thicker than my forearm.
I try not to wince as he continues to sit, stretching me to capacity, but my pussy is starting to ache, and when he still hasn’t spoken after another minute of waiting, I start to pull myself free.
“Don’t.”
My body stills at the foreign voice that comes out of him.
“Please, don’t,” he repeats, teeth dripping in saliva.
His voice is deeper than usual, almost baritone, rumbling through me from the place our bodies meet, and I run my hands over his muzzle and ears as he continues to prop himself over me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He nods, shutting his eyes as he fists the pillow by my head.
“Yeah,” he grinds out, practically snarling. “You just…you feel so good…”
His hips shift, pushing deeper, and I gasp.
Holy shit.
“I’m afraid I might break you,” he mutters, dragging his tongue across my neck and testing my limits with another thrust.
In response, sparks move up my spine and back down again before settling in between my thighs, where my heartbeat thumps like a drum.
Elliot’s teeth grind as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, I can feel that,” he growls, rocking his hips forward.
The sensation is blinding, and I cry out, unable to sit still any longer.
“Elliot, please. I need you to move.” My breath is ragged as I plead with him. “Please, baby. I need you to fuck me.”
My words send him over the edge, and he lets loose a truly feral sound as he rocks his hips.
Once he starts to move, there is no slowing.
He is raw and desperate. Uncontrolled and unrestrained. Nothing at all like the carefully curated experience before.
Last time we were lying. To each other, and to ourselves. We were holding back, then. But we don’t have to be careful anymore.
I claw at him as he drives my body into the bed, and he does the same as he clings to my hips for leverage. I sink my teeth into his shoulder when I’m close, and he roars, tearing through the sheets as he fists the fabric beneath us.
As he continues strumming my body to completion, my doubts dissipate.
Elliot is who I want. He’s all I’ll ever want. But I don’t think he knows that.
“I want you on your back,” I whisper.
The hair on his spine stands at attention as he stills, but he complies without question, gripping me tight and turning us over so I’m straddling him.
I fist the fur on his chest as I move, and Elliot’s eyes roll back, gripping my hips.
“You’re mine,” I tell him, grinding onto his dick.
He nods, growling.
“Yes,” he says. “I’m yours, baby.”
