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Once I was naked, I hurried to the bedroom before I had a chance to talk myself out of it. Elias was sitting on the edge of a large, four-poster bed that was made up with dark red linens. He’d taken off his coat and rolled back the sleeves of his black dress shirt, but he was still fully clothed. I hesitated in the doorway with my hands covering my cock, breathing quickly as my heart pounded.
If he’d been cruel and demanding right then, I would have turned and ran. But instead, he held his hand out to me and said, “Come here, mi amor.”
I rushed across the room, climbed onto his lap, and hid my face in the spot where his neck met his shoulder. He held me and caressed me while I breathed him in and tried to relax.
There was no reason to be scared. I was the one in control, no matter what it looked like. I was choosing this, and I chose to obey when he told me, “Lay across my lap, so I can spank you.”
This really wasn’t the time to try to analyze why I wanted this so much, or why it made my cock so hard that it ached. Instead, I did as he asked, positioning myself with my hard-on pressed against his thigh. I folded my arms on the bed and tucked my face into them, and then I held my breath.
I made a point of keeping quiet as he brought his hand down on my ass. As he did it again and again, I exhaled slowly and relaxed into it. This whole situation could have been humiliating. It could have been a lot of things, and it certainly stung a bit. But it was also deeply erotic, and I was glad it went on for a while.
Eventually, he took a small, round tub from the nightstand, which contained something like shea butter—not lube, strictly speaking, but it would do the job. He scooped up some of the thick cream, then worked a finger into my ass while I moaned softly.
He went back to lightly spanking me while he worked on opening me up. My ass cheeks were sore by that point, so even without any force behind them, each slap reverberated through me. I never asked him to stop. I didn’t want him to.
When he started massaging my prostate, everything intensified. I squirmed on his lap, desperate for some friction against my throbbing cock. Meanwhile, he worked a second finger into me. I was wild with need by that point, and I tried to push myself onto his fingers as I begged him to fuck me.
Finally, he slipped his fingers from my ass and wiped his hands on a cloth he’d produced out of nowhere, then turned me over in his arms as he stood up. He placed me on the bed, positioning me on my side. I understood why when sitting up made my spanked ass ache.
As I waited impatiently for him to strip, it occurred to me how lucky it was that people with werewolf blood were immune to human diseases. It wasn’t like either of us planned for this and brought condoms, and thankfully we didn’t need them.
Once he was naked, he climbed onto the bed, pulled me to him, and kissed me like he needed it to live. I ran my fingers into his hair and got lost in that kiss, parting my lips, tasting his mouth while my hands slid over his big, powerful body.
I couldn’t wait another minute, so I rolled onto my knees and elbows, and he lubed his cock. He folded a pillow and stuck it underneath my hips to help hold me up, and he pushed my legs apart. I clutched the blanket and held my breath as his tip pressed against my hole.
Then I started to panic. Maybe it wouldn’t fit, or maybe he’d force it. But he stroked my lower back with a surprisingly gentle touch and murmured, “You’re okay, Mateo. Just try to relax. Let yourself open up for me.”
I tried to do as he said, and he pushed again. After a moment, his cockhead slid into me. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of fullness, the stretch, the discomfort, but he kept talking to me, quietly, soothingly. I took a deep, shaky breath, then another.
When he felt me open up a little, he slid into me slowly. As my ass stretched and the feeling of fullness intensified, I whimpered again. He leaned down and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as he told me, “You’re doing great, Mateo, and I’m proud of you.” It was exactly what I needed to hear.
When I relaxed again, he pushed forward. Once he bottomed out in me, he held still and let me get used to the feeling of being impaled on his thick cock. He was so patient, more than I’d ever expected. He rubbed my back and spoke to me reassuringly while I concentrated on breathing.
