Page 44 of Becoming His Pet

“Ask me,” he said, lining his eyes up with hers.

“Greg. Please,” she managed, hoping it was enough.

The little shake of his head told her it wasn’t.

“Please fuck me.” She wiggled her hips.

With one quick thrust, he was buried inside of her. She cried out from the sudden fullness. He stilled over her, kissing her shoulder. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said into her ear.

An almost sexless life will do that.

“Don’t stop.” She nipped at his shoulder with her teeth.

He chuckled. “Not until you’re screaming for release,” he vowed and began to move.

She pulled her knees back, taking him in further, falling into the pleasure of his cock stretching her. The plug in her ass made her tighter, made for everything to be fuller, more sensitive.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...” she chanted as he plowed into her. She’d never felt anything so freeing before. She put her hands to her head, feeling the fur of the paw gloves on her forehead. The humiliation was gone, she only felt his cock, heard his pleased groans with each new stroke of his dick inside her.

“Yes, fuck, yes!” she cried out. “Please, oh god. Please, Greg! Make me come, please let me!”

He pushed off her, finding her clit with the fat of his thumb and rolled it over and over again until she was going to die from the pleasure.

“I’m going to come.”

“Ask, always ask!” he chastised with a slap to her pussy.

“Ow!” She jolted, but it only worked to further his cock into her pussy. The more her ass moved against the floor of the forest, the more the plug moved inside of her.

She’d never felt so gloriously full before in her life.

“Please, may I come? Greg, please may I?” She pressed her mittened hands to his shoulders and arched as best she could into his finger.

“Yes, pet, you may come. Come hard, scream loud.” He thrust into her hard, flicking her clit now with an intensity she wouldn’t have thought would bring her to the edge so quickly.

“Fucking come, pet!” he demanded and plowed into her.

Her throat burned from the scream she let loose while her body exploded into millions of rays of light. She cried out, his name, a curse, a vow, a promise, she rambled and rode the waves of pleasure until they softly ebbed and brought her back to where she’d begun.

He leaned forward, planting a kiss on her cheek, then taking her mouth beneath his. He fucked her harder, growling into her mouth as his tongue swept in and claimed her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from the kiss and pulling out of her pussy, leaving her feeling void and cold. “Damn,” he growled, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking hard. Long, hot cords of cum spurted from his dick, landing on her stomach, her thighs. He grunted with each new string.

She let out her breath when he finished and collapsed forward, resting his head on her chest, careful to hold himself up and not touch his own mess.

“You’re mine now, Nora,” he said with a fierce sense of ownership that ran from him, straight through her.

“I know,” she whispered, unsure of what it meant, but knowing, deep in her core, something had changed with this fucking. Things weren’t going to be the same, and he wouldn’t give her another chance to leave.

She lost the hunt.

And maybe herself.

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