Page 44 of Fur-Ever Home

He cleared his throat twice before he could speak. "It's been one weekend. I don't think we're ready for bite marks and bonding. And what if you get pregnant?"

Before, the "P" word would have been a splash of ice water over my head, but now, it only made me more frantic for it. If I didn't know better, I would think I was going into heat.

"I'm ready," I said. "I've never wanted a baby before, but now I do. That must mean something, right?"

"I don't have a job yet," Connor said. "What if I can't support you and the baby?"

"I hate my job," I admitted, "but it pays well, and I've got some money in the bank." I laughed. "I might also have some shares in that bank, but still."

My weak joke at my family's expense made him grin.

"I've never wanted anything more than I want you right now," I continued. "That has to mean something."

Connor nuzzled along my neck again, making the hairs at my nape and on both arms stand up. "It means everything," he said, "because I feel the same way about you."

Our clothes came off in a heap after that. I kept my briefs on for the moment because I didn't want to leak slick all over my bedroom floor.

Time stood still as I ogled my mate from his sun-kissed hair and beautiful blue eyes to his broad shoulders and trim hips. I'd gotten a few glimpses of his gorgeous cock already, but knowing it was about to fill me up made it even more eye-catching. I tugged him closer to me with both hands wrapped around it, teasing his velvety skin with my fingertips only.

"I want to taste you," I said, "since you've gotten to taste me."

He groaned as I fell to my knees. I ignored his cock, choosing instead to suck one furred ball into my mouth and then the other. He tasted so good, all salt and musk. I licked the hairless path between his balls from his taint to the base of his cock.

"Gods, Ben, please."

I continued the line with the tip of my tongue, up his veiny cock to the uncut foreskin. I'd never been with anyone uncut before. I traced the skin with my tongue, and Connor gave another encouraging moan. He tried to thrust into my mouth when I docked my tongue between his flesh and the flap of skin.

Once I'd had my fill of teasing him, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him down. It had been a while since I'd deep throated anyone. I gagged and my eyes watered, but I kept going.

"Are you okay? Don't hurt yourself!"

I looked up at Connor and released all but his cock head, once again sweeping my tongue around it. He raised his head toward the ceiling and made a sound like a wolf howl, though nowhere near as loud or as sharp.

I took that as a sign of success and kept going, gliding his cock along my tongue. I banged it against my uvula before angling him down my throat again.

"Fuck, Ben, I'm not going to last."

I pulled all the way off this time and gave the leaking slit at the tip one final lick. "I want your knot."

He groaned and tugged me to my feet before shucking my briefs off. I stepped out of them and he licked a bead of precome from my cock before standing up and crushing our lips together.

I stumbled backward onto the bed and he was everywhere around me, his body pressing me into the mattress.

"My turn," he said before plundering my mouth with his tongue.

Once again, he took his time. If he wore lipstick, every inch of my skin would have been covered with it as he feathered kisses along my body. He stopped to pinch my nipples lightly between his teeth and continued his downward trek, his hands pinning me in place to keep me from squirming. His kisses became firmer and more hurried, the closer he came to my cock.

When he sucked my balls into his mouth, I grabbed my pillow from above my head and held it over my face so I could scream into it. I was already so close, and I didn't want to scare Connor with the noises I made.

He tugged the pillow away from me a moment later and used it to prop up my lower back. Then, he lifted my knees to my chest and smirked. "You taste so good."

He sank onto my cock with his whole mouth, sucking me down. His eyes crinkled at the corners the way they did when he smiled, and I couldn't look away.

He popped off me with a grin and cupped my thighs in his meaty palms, tugging them further apart. The move usually made me feel open and vulnerable, but with Connor, I felt complete trust. He'd already taken great care of me on our cross-country trip, and he would treat me with the same care in bed.

He leaned in and blew on my hole, making me clench and shiver with anticipation. Then, he leaned closer, gliding his warm tongue along my crease, licking up the excess slick. He shifted to the other side to do the same. The third lick went right up the middle, over my hole. My whole body tensed and my cock bounced against my abs, splashing precome from my groin to my ribs. I didn't mind it. I was already too far gone to the sensations of Connor's tongue spearing my ass, dipping inside me and beginning to loosen me up.

When he had dissolved me into a boneless, quivering mass, he pulled back on his haunches and wiped the excess slick from his face with two of his fingers. Then, he slid them inside me. I wriggled on the pillow, trying to take more of him. He stopped me with his other hand at my hip and added another finger to continue to stretch me open.

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