I should have wanked more. Way more.
Maybe I could have held out longer. Slicking my thumb on her core, I brought it to her clit.
“Gods, Little Fairy. Your cunt is so tight and swollen, so desperate for a pounding,” I breathed as I drew circles around her hot flesh, careful not to overstimulate her.
I needn’t have worried, or maybe I should have. We could have drawn it out a bit longer, then.
“Ross!” Autumn gasped, squeezing my hand, her other gripping my pectoral as a love handle as she came around my cock. Pulling her down, I plunged my tongue between her lips. Two, three tiny bucks of my hips were all I managed before I gripped her hips, ground her down and came inside her with an embarrassing grunt.
Her head came to rest on my chest, and I felt her clench around me with aftershocks.
“God,” she moaned softly, snuggling her face into my skin. Her tiny giggles when her muscles kept contracting for another minute undid me.
“Did it feel good for you?” I asked her in a whisper. Her body didn’t lie but I needed to know how her head felt about it.
Autumn hummed and rubbed her cheek on my pec like a kitten. “So good. You?” She sounded almost asleep.
“Perfect.”
Chapter Eleven
Autumn
Morning dawned and, for a moment, I thought I needed to be at work soon, but then I remembered that Maeve had given me the entire weekend off. Our pay hadn’t changed but with our new hire, Stella, the workload for each of us was a little lighter.
I vaguely remembered that flood of cum I had had the hardest time holding in on the way to the bathroom in the middle of the night. My lips pulled into a grin at the memory.
God, it was so hot. My grin widened even more when I realised that I wasn’t resting on my pillow, but a cushy bicep, with an enormous body curled around me. With each deep breath, his fluffy chest and tummy pressed against my back, and, oh… My cheeks flushed when I noticed a long, hard rod pressing between my ass cheeks.
I swear I can feel him throbbing.
Snuggling back and rubbing my backside against him, I sighed.
Best morning ever.
“Mornin’, Little Fairy,” he yawned and rubbed his cheek on my head.
“Good morning,” I whispered back.
Keep your hips still and stop fidgeting!
“I love waking up to you stroking my cock with that round arse of yours.” Ross sounded more at ease than I had ever heard him before. His hand skimmed down my side and squeezed my backside, before he slid it around my waist and rested it on my stomach. The other, I noticed belatedly, cupped my breast. “Pure perfection, that’s what ye are.”
“Don’t be silly.” I found myself okay the way I was, but perfect?
Nah.
“Not silly. Smitten and infatuated are the words you are looking for, Little Fairy.”
Ross stroked me and traced my stretch marks with one broad finger.
“Yer beautiful, Autumn.” He buried his muzzle in my neck and inhaled my scent. His low moan travelled through me and lodged in my core. “By the Bull of Heaven,” he breathed with a half laugh. I wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a prayer. When he brushed his hand over my stomach and then sank lower, he groaned. Ross ran his thick fingers through my wetness and I was sure he’d called to a deity for support.
“Is this alright?” he asked with his huge palm wedged between my legs. His cock flexed against my ass and gosh…
“Uh-huh,” I gasped with a nod. He stroked back up. Holy shit, his slick fur felt so good on my clit. He tapped the bundle of nerves with his forefinger, then caressed over and around it again.
I gripped his forearm and reached back for a horn to steady myself.
