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My entire body lights up like a firecracker about to go off. He twists his fingers, spreading my wetness all around before his panting grows too urgent. Then, he pulls them out and rubs them all over his cock.
I didn’t consider the odd angle of his hind legs when I imagined us on his bed together in missionary position, but Hank has no trouble curling an arm under my hips and lifting them into the air, his other hand gripping the root of his cock. It’s dripping even more for me now, and I need all of it.
“Please,” I whimper, reaching down to spread myself for him. “I’ve missed you.”
Hank squares his big shoulders, eyes riveted between my legs, and guides us perfectly together again.
Eighteen
Hank
Phoebe is underneath me, in my bedroom, on my bed. She’s really here, spread out in front of me on her back, splayed like an offering. That beautiful pussy is open and waiting, its pink wings spread and pulsing. She’s so small, how can I possibly fit there?
But I know that I can, because I’ve done it before. So I press the blunt head of my cock into that open slit, and watch myself slip into it. I groan, overwhelmed by just the sight of it.
And oh, fuck, how she feels. How my body detaches from my soul as those folds with the delicate, curly hairs widen for me, soft but resilient as I push through. She accepts me so readily, slick with the spill from her orgasm, and there’s nothing on this plane that compares to being inside her again.
My eyes roll back in my head the farther I fall into her, and then I remember—almost too late—that I need to be careful, because she’s human and small, and I am very... not. I grip her ass, completely ensconcing it in my palm, and breathe heavily as I try to get my senses back.
“Hank,” Phoebe whines, pushing her hips against me so I slide even farther in. My balls shiver at the sensation of her around me, at the sight of her underneath me. Her big eyes are closed in bliss. Her tits are perfect, just like she is, and they spread to either side of her sternum with their broad, pinkish areolas and tight nipples. I wonder what it would look like with our calf sucking on them, and I have to try it out for myself.
When I wrap my lips around one nipple, Phoebe arches into my touch, so I bring it into my mouth and tease it with the blunt tips of my teeth. She squirms and her pussy clenches around me, so I repeat it with the other, remaining halfway sunk inside her.
“Please!” She wriggles under me, begging me to fuck her, but I’m in no rush. I’m going to savor every last morsel of her.
“Shh,” I tell Phoebe, pressing in a fraction deeper. “Just warm my cock for a while.”
I move to her other breast, holding her captive with my hand under her hips, and bring the other one into my mouth. As I suck on it, Phoebe moans underneath me. I want to make her scream, but I also don’t want to wake Milo.
Maybe I need to soundproof my room.
I luxuriate in the feeling of her spasming around me with every nip of my teeth. Then I move up her breast to her collarbone, where I lick off her sweat with my tongue. She tastes fucking marvelous.
I rock from side to side, remaining at the same depth but testing all of my angles. I know Phoebe’s body, and the thing she wants most is for the head of my cock to rub against her upper wall, only halfway in. It’s much easier at this angle, on top of her. I test it a few times, nearly pulling out and then thrusting in partway, and Phoebe’s big, blue eyes fly wide open, her lips parting to reveal her white teeth and pink tongue.
“Hank!” she cries, trying pitifully to keep her voice quiet. “J-j-just like that!”
I grin, because I plan to wring many more cries from her that she’ll have to hold in.
It’s only when I put my lips on hers, sinking into her soft mouth, that I finally thrust purposefully, seeing how far she’s opened for me. I’m surprised when I sink in almost up to the base of my cock, and Phoebe muffles her cry with my mouth. I kiss her harder, soaking up each of her moans as I pump my hips, drawing them back and then shoving myself in again, making sure to hit that one spot with every stroke. Her body begins to shake violently, and her hands grip my fur, her fingernails biting into my skin.
She is amazing, my Phoebe.
“Look at you,” I murmur to her, fucking her at a steady but lavish speed. “You take me so well. You’re perfect.”
Her hands clutch me tighter. “How do you feel so good?” she asks between moans.
“Because I was made for you.”
I continue in a regular rhythm, denying myself the release I’m already desperate for. No, I need to see Phoebe finally crack, to reveal the soft creature underneath who holds her heart so close.
I circle one arm around her head and nuzzle her cheek with my nose as I pinpoint that place over and over again. She’s crying my name, trying to keep quiet but failing, her thighs now wrapped around my waist. I anchor her against me, clutching her hips tight as I chase each of her incoherent sounds, until I have to kiss her again to keep her from waking up Milo.
And then, she rewards me.
Phoebe comes like an earthquake, rattling me to my very bones. Every muscle in her body tenses and suddenly I can barely move my cock, squeezed this deep and tight. I’ve spent so long holding off on my climax that it’s almost painful now, but still I pump in and out of her. There’s a wet slap! with every thrust as she reaches her pinnacle, her release coating both of us.
“Hank!” Phoebe sobs into my mouth, and it’s the sound of my name on her lips that finally sends me careening into the darkness. I let out a low moan as I ram myself into her, and my explosion bursts out of me. My animal brain is telling me to bury my cum deep, to put yet another calf in my future wife, so I hold my cock there as I spill and spill. There’s so much of it that soon it’s running down my balls, and Phoebe is panting wildly underneath me.
