Page 146 of Plug and Drain

She rode him as if she were in a trance, and he loved how relaxed and free she looked. No woman had ever taken her pleasure from him like this.

Not like this. Susie’s enjoyment was unmistakable. She rode him for minutes on end, whimpering as she leant back and slid up and down his shaft.

In an effort not to blow his load, he tried to recall his past. He needed cold memories to help him last longer for her. But for once, he couldn’t think of anything but this. There was only her, and these glorious, eternal moments.

He palmed her breasts, kneading and supporting them as she moved against him, her face flushed and mixed with desire and need.

Such a good girl. And she was his. His wolf. His everything.

Mine, his mind growled. Always mine.

He didn’t want to scare her away, but he wanted to tell her she was his.

And even though it would almost certainly scare her, he wanted to tell her that he loved her.

That it was impossible not to love her.

So many things that he wanted to say.

As his cock swelled, and her cries grew more desperate, he wanted to tell her to moan louder.

To scream.

To shout his name as he roared hers.

He gripped her thighs and thrust upwards, taking charge as he fucked her even though she was on top, driving himself upwards. Her cries became louder until she was screaming, a beautiful feminine sound. As she reached her climax, her inner walls clamped down around his engorged cock.

He came at the same time Susie did, thrusting into her with ragged breaths as she rode him into oblivion.

Good girl. Such a good girl. Take my load, my dear. Take all of it.

She humped him dutifully as he lost control.

Yes. Yes, yes, fuck.

Yes! Now.

Pleasure exploded in his core as he filled her with jets of hot cum, his abs flexing as he drove into her cunt, planting his seed deep inside her. She was so fucking tight.

He didn’t roar her name.

He didn’t speak it.

He couldn’t utter a single word.

But he moaned his appreciation, making deep, feral sounds that surprised even him.

The effect Susie had on him was unparalleled.

Her movements slowed, but he did not stop. She moved carefully, her wailing dying down to whimpers, which were devastatingly beautiful, as her pussy milked the last of his cum. Her tail swirled languidly around them, and as he felt the base of it near her asshole with his fingers, he was pleased to feel that the fur—like their skin—was damp from their arousal.

Yes, yes, yes. My beautiful wolf.

He wanted to rub his cum in her fur. He wondered if she would let him. It was a pity he could not ask. Maybe in a minute or two.

Maybe he wouldn’t ask.

Maybe she’d stop him, taking hold of his wrist and licking his fingers clean instead. Tasting him.