Page 63 of Gentling the Beast


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She wails and thrashes about as I pump my fingers vigorously, and the cum gushes out. Then her neck suddenly arches and she offers up a filthy little groan as her cunt crushes my fingers and she ejects a heavy gush that saturates the furs.

I slow my pumping. She flings an arm across her eyes and pants.

Her belly has gone down, although my lips thin seeing all this waste. “I will never breed you unless I can get my knot in and hold this inside properly, but we will build up to that.”

She moans, her stomach ripples, and yet more cum spills out. I blink a few times, my cock rising to full hardness and ready to go again. I’m not even touching her, and she has just fucking come.

Fighting down the urge to prize her slim thighs further apart and plow her softness, for my mate has already taken a lot, I collapse to her side and drag her tiny body against mine.“I love you.”

She presses a sleepy kiss to my chest and mumbles, “I love you too.”

My whole body stiffens, except my cock. My cock goes soft.

She stiffens, too, and slowly lifts her head to peep up at me.

My mind scrambles over the conversation we just had.Conversation—We just had a fucking conversation.

Sweat breaks out across the surface of my skin.“You can hear me?”

“Um—yes!” It comes out on a squeak.

“Fuck!”I surge up in a rush, stubbing my toe on a tree root in my haste to get away from her. My toe hurts like a bastard, but I pay it no mind. I am too busy pacing and gripping my hair.

“Doug?”

I continue pacing, surprised I have not ripped the hair from my scalp when I consider the violence with which I grip it. She’s staring at me expectantly. I’m coming apart in the privacy of my mind… which is not fucking private anymore.“How long?”

“Just tonight”

Is she smiling?“How long tonight?”

“It—ah—started when you first put your—um—cock inside me and started talking about my filthy gripping—”

“Enough!”The way she hesitated over the words tells me she is blushing, although it is too dark to see. Self-loathing fills me. I should not have said those things. She can hear me!“Gods, I have defiled you with my coarse words!”

“Well, I liked them,” she announces primly. “They made me get even wetter, especially the bit about—”

I growl.

She bites her lip, but I can see the brat is fighting another smile. My cock is sticking up like a flagpole and leaking pre-cum like a tap.

I bring my pacing to a stop and stare at her in wonder. She can hear me. How amazing is that?

A sweet smile breaks across her face. “Doug, please come and cuddle me. I very much need you to hold me right now.”

I go to her. How could I not? I can deny her nothing. I would kill for her. I have, twice. And I would do it again. A jealous rage had gripped me earlier because Bron aided her, not me. Bron had been the one to carry her back. Bron, who could talk to her…“Did you hear any of that?”

“What?” She peers up at me.

“It is only when I project then.”Or whatever I am doing.

“I like it,” she says. “I like that I can hear your voice. It is deep and rumbly.” She rests her head against my chest as though shy. “You have a very naughty mouth… I never realized.”

I huff a laugh. And then I roll her over, so my back is to the opening of the tarp, and any potential danger, and put her back to my chest. Once I have her placed to my satisfaction, I slide my hand down and insinuate my fingers between her tightly sealed thighs.

“Oh, what? Why? Why do you need to do this?”

A little moan escapes her lips I force two fingers into her gaping cunt.

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