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He presses a sob into my skin before bringing a shaking hand up to the book in my free hand. It takes him a moment before he finally gets the page to turn. I press my thumb against his taint as I continue reading. I’m halfway through the description of the werewolf’s mate begging for a knot when he interrupts. “Daddy, I can’t-”
“Daddy’s reading,” I say as sternly as I can manage, “Be a good boy and listen to your bedtime story.”
Casey whispers a strangled, “Oh god,” as his hips buck against me. I pinch him again. He sobs, his whole body shuddering. I’m fairly certain that I feel some precum leak onto the dip in my hip. My poor boy.
“Daddy.”
“Do you need another finger?” I ask conversationally.
“Your cock.”
I frown. “Daddy is a little busy right now, little one. How about another finger?”
His only answer is another sob.
I press a third slick finger into him, glad he’s too distracted to see my grin at the sound he makes. There’s only this page and part of the next left in the chapter, but he doesn’t know that. He pants soft little, “Daddy,”s against my neck, hips moving just enough to get his need across without counting as misbehavior while I continue reading.
When I read the author’s description of the werewolf’s knot swelling inside his mate, ready to lock them together, Casey’s teeth scrape my skin. I pause. “Are you trying to bite daddy? Are you my little werewolf now?” I tease.
“I can be.” He picks up his head, eyes bright with hope. His hole flutters against my fingers where I’ve been rhythmically running them over his prostate. “Will you fuck me if I'm your little werewolf? I need it, daddy."
“Nope. Not until this chapter is finished.” He groans, letting his head fall back to my chest. Fighting a grin, I dip my chin to whisper, “But I could give you a knot if you’d like.”
He makes a soft, confused noise, not looking back up at me. “How?”
“I bet daddy’s fist would fill you up just the same.”
“Oh god!” His body twists, almost like he’s trying to get away, but then twists back until he’s practically crawling through my skin from how close he’s pressing. “Oh, daddy, please. Please fuck me. I can’t anymore.”
“Do you want to hear what the werewolf says next?” I ask, ignoring him.
He shudders as I read the line about the werewolf pumping his mate’s belly full. About how he wishes he wasn’t so damn possessive and wouldn’t rip everyone’s heads off for seeing his mate naked because he’d love to fill him with cum for days and then parade him around, showing off his bloated belly.
“Full,” Casey mumbles, sounding nearly delirious. “He’d be so full.”
“I could fill you like that, baby boy.” I toss the book to the side, no longer needing it. We don’t need to read about their cuddles post-sex anyway. Not now, at least. “Want daddy to fill you up?”
He sobs, though I’m not sure if it’s from desire to be full of me or relief as I turn him onto his back and remove my fingers. His body is trembling with anticipation, his legs already spread, his hands pulling them back to open himself to me. I groan at the sight as I settle on my knees between them, passing my thumb over his glistening hole. “Fuck, daddy stretched you good for his cock, didn’t he?”
“So good,” he moans, widening his legs. “I’m all ready now. Please?”
I coat my cock in lube, not wanting to risk him feeling any pain. He barely manages to suppress his pout at the extra few seconds the task takes. When I bring my cock to his hole, he lights right up, toes wiggling in excitement, smile bright.
“Yes,” he breathes before I’m even pressing inside. “Yes, yes, daddy, thank you.”
“Fuck.” I push into him, fast and sharp, loving the way his stretched hole takes me so fucking easily. Loving the silky heat around my cock. Loving the pretty noises he makes and the dopey smile on his face. I steal his legs from him, laughing softly when he lets his arms flop to the sides of his head, his eyes dazed.
Guiding his legs onto my shoulders, I squeeze his thighs tight and start hammering into him at the new angle I’m pretty sure will - “Oh, fucccck!” Yup, there it is.
“Feel good, baby boy?”
“Sooo good.” He blinks at me, a tear falling down his cheek. It’s the good kind of tear, though. The kind that means my boy is overwhelmed with pleasure and love. “Daddy.”
“Yeah, Case. Daddy’s right here. I’ve got you.”
He nods quickly, more tears falling. “I know. I know. I - oh, daddy. Please.”
“What, baby? What do you need?”
