Page 108 of Stags

He was still hard, after coming like that?

Shit.

He made her put her knees up on the bed, so that her ass was up in the air and he knelt behind her, and he fucked her and cupped her mound, squeezing it, rubbing it, tapping it. “Want you nice and sensitive and ready to come,” he told her. “But I don’t want you to come, not yet.”

She didn’t tell him that whatever the fuck he was doing to her, cupping and squeezing her mound, it was definitely going to make her come, verydefinitely. She didn’t know why it was so good, not exactly, maybe it was because there was an array of different sensations or maybe it was because it was all providing some kind of indirect clitoral stimulation from the best of angles or maybe it was just him, because it was too easy to come around his man.

She was up on her elbows, knees bent, jammed full of wolf cock, letting out little moans and sobbing breaths as he moved inside her.

His little taps on her mound were becoming more and more like spankings, and shelikedit.

He was jamming his cock in and out of her, letting out these little growling noises.

She was going to fucking come. She was getting closer and closer. Everything felt far too good, like she was trapped in an ever-tightening tunnel of warmth and goodness. She wanted it to constrict on her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“You ready?” he panted behind her, his voice strained.

She thought he meant to come, and she said, “Please, yes, please,” and then remembered that he had told her he didn’t want her to come. But she was right on the edge now, feeling her pussy start to tighten in anticipation.

And then he jerked into her, deep, deep into her, and she realized he meant to ask if she was ready to be knotted, because it was happening.

She let out a surprised noise as his cock thickened there, just inside her opening.

“Fuck,” he said, also sounding surprised. “Holyfuck.”

He was coming, she realized. But in that moment, she was also overtaken by the feeling of his knot lodging in her. It was big and thick and sealed inside her, and it also pressed very nicely up against the internal wings of her clitoris, so that as he moved in her, his knot was rubbing her in averysensitive place.

And he was coming, and his cock was jolting inside her, jerking against all sorts of lovely places, and his knot was rubbing her and rubbing her, and he tightened his hand around her mound and squeezed her and—

She came, too, but when she clenched on his knot, her sensitive, swollen clitoral wings rubbed on it, and it felt insanely good, and she climbed up another rung, as if her orgasm was a ladder.

“Bad preykin,” he rasped, tightening the way he squeezed her mound. “You are not supposed to come.”

She climbed another rung of her orgasm, a spot higher, another level, more pleasure.

His knot wasamazing.

He seized her tail, holding her in place.

She came and came and came, one wondrously sweet volley of trembling little clenches after another, and every tug on her tail made itbetter.

“Bad preykin,” he said again, but he sounded both tired and sated and affectionate. “Such a bad girl.”

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“You’re not even a little sorry,” he said. “And neither am I, really.” He pulled on his cock.

She squealed, because his knot meant that he was stuck in there and it hurt to try to get free.

“Whoa,” he said softly. “Whoa.”

She let out a moan.

He rubbed her lower back, his voice gentle. “Sorry, pretty little preykin. Did that hurt?”

“Don’t try to take it out,” she managed.

“I won’t,” he said, with a rumbling breath. “I won’t.”

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