Page 33 of Fur-Ever Home

Instead of laughing, Ben still looked like he was the wolf in this relationship, and he wanted to eat me up.

"It's been a while," I whispered. "Go easy on me?"

"I'm going to take my time," Ben promised, kneeling on the bed to help me kick off the rest of my clothes. He positioned himself between my legs and stroked his cock while he stared down at me. "You're so gorgeous."

I grinned up at him. "No, you are."

He stroked his cock again, and his other hand snaked behind him, returning with slick-covered fingers. "Will this be all right?"

"Better than," I said. I hoped the words made sense to him, because they seemed like nonsense in my brain mush. My mate wanted to paint me with his slick, and then his cum, and I was here for it.

His slick had cooled a little by the time he made it to my puckered hole. When he smeared it around my rim, I instantly relaxed.

"More." I sounded needy, but I didn't care. I needed him inside me.

"I've got you, baby."

Ben's eyes widened at the term of endearment, but I loved it. "Yes. I'm your baby, your cum slut, whatever you need tonight."

"Baby," he repeated. "I think we'll stick with that, for now."

Did it seem odd for a man several inches shorter than me to call me baby? Not at all, especially since he was my mate.

He eased a finger inside, and I squirmed, trying to take in more than he was giving me.

"Need more," I whispered.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're the one who said to go slow."

"I was wrong," I whined.

He laughed and inserted another finger. The stretch burned a little, but then it turned to pleasure when his fingers ghosted over my prostate.

We repeated the same pattern again when he inserted a third finger, a little burn at first but then immense pleasure when he curled all three fingers. I almost launched off the bed.

"Please, please, please," I blubbered.

His fingers vanished, leaving me open and aching. He swiped them along his crack and returned to coat his cock with a generous dose of slick.

"Gonna make it good for you, babe," he said.

I'd never been anyone's baby, babe, anything before. I wasn't too proud to admit I loved it. Whatever Ben wanted to call me, I wanted him to keep going.

"Please," I whined as he lined up with my entrance.

"I've got you." He leaned over me, using gravity to aid him as he sank into me. He tucked his knees under my ass and shoved a pillow under my back with an apologetic grin. "Sorry. It's been a while since I've done this."

"Same," was the only word I could muster. In my head, I was still begging him to fill me up already. I helped as best I could, pulling my knees up and to the sides to give him better access to my ass.

He took my invitation, stretching his legs out behind him and sinking the rest of the way inside me. He pinned my cock between us, which felt so good when he pulled back.

"Ready for me to move?"

"Yes!"

He laughed and snapped his hips. "Like that?"

"Again. More. Harder."

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