Page 61 of Bigfoot Boss
One of his hands covers my pussy, he easily slips in one finger, and then a second, stretching me to the point of fullness with his large fingers as his thumb works across my clit andhis slippery tongue continues to press against my ass.
“Sacha. Sacha.” The only word I can find in my throat is his name, as he works me until I am screaming nothing, coming on two of his fingers, and then he presses in three, and when he presses four into me I nearly lose the ability to speak. Melting into a puddle of loose muscles as his hand works me over and over until I am coming apart for him yet again, stretched and full and used.
Just as my body is sagging forward, his fingers leave me; my sensitive flesh still prominent in the air, on display for him. A large warm hand presses against my back, pushing my chest into the ground.
“My perfect beast, wet and loose and ready to be knotted.”
I whimper in response, fear spikes through me, what if I can’t take all of him, what if I’m not enough for him, what if I can’t do it.
All those thoughts are lost as he drives into me with one strong push, settling deep into me with a grunt.
One hand digs into my hair and the other pulls my hips back to him as he drives into me again and again, pressing deep and grinding against me; there’s not even a chance I could control his pace. He speeds up, thrusting faster, harder, rougher, his mouth full of animalistic grunts as he fucks me at a feral pace.
I lose myself twice, not even sure where my body is anymore, but he sinks all the way into me and holds still. I feel the thrilling thickness of him, his knot, the harsh bulge that meets my threshold with an insistent pressure he’s never met me with before. It feels like it might split me open, tear me in half, ruin me forever, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Sacha.” I manage to get his name through my lips in the haze of lust.
With one final growl he jerks me backward, I feel the tight stretch, and then the fulfilling pop as he slides his knot completely inside me.
I scream at the fullness, my body clenches and flutters around him, completely trapped and secure in his grip. My orgasm only seems to make him more wild. He grinds against me, driving me brutally into the ground, nothing coming from his lips but primal noises, before I feel him shudder and finish inside me. Hot spurts of his cum filling me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Bailey, don’t move.” His grip in my hair tightens and I make small approving noises as the pain swirls with the pleasure. “Fuck.” He whispers again against my neck, his hips pump twice more and I feel him come a second time, emptying himself into me.
He twitches above me.
“My sweet little Beast. You make a true monster out of me.” His hand strokes along my side and he presses a series of light kisses into my neck, already back to the perfect gentleman. The one who holds me and talks about how much he cares. He wrapsan arm around me, tugging me close. “Are you comfortable? Cold?” He whispers and I nearly giggle.
He rolls us onto our sides, I feel the tug of his knot, still locked inside me, the way it traps us together.
“How long—until it shrinks again?” I wiggle against him to get more comfortable.
“Longer if you keep moving like that, Beast.” He places a hand against my stomach, pulling me firmly against him. The heat of his chest warming my back. He growls in my ear. “Next time, we do this facing each other so I can see those perfect tits while I take you.”
I sigh, pressing my face into his large arm. He’s the one who is perfect, our time together has been perfect.
35
FOREVER FOR A BIGFOOT
Bailey
By the time Sacha carries me back to the Solstice gathering, the clearing is almost entirely empty.
“Give me just a minute.” Sacha sets me down beside a tree. My knees wobble slightly, he presses a small kiss to my cheek. “Wait here. I’ll grab our things.”
I giggle, leaning against the tree trunk for support, watching his butt sway as he walks away. My dress and knees are marked with grass stains, my white Keds might be ‘formally’ white, but everything feels light, airy, easy.
It almost feels like love when I look at him. Do I actually know what love feels like? The thought makes my stomach churn. My instincts scream for me to just take his money and run. His money, that’s the sure thing, the rest of this is unpredictable. I’m safer if I leave behind the things I’m not sure of now.
Screw his feelings. Screw his heart.
Screw my own heart.
A large gray hand lands on my shoulder, startling me. I turn to see who it belongs to and bite back a yelp when I find thelargest Bigfoot I have ever seen. She’s stooping so much that her knuckles graze the ground and she’s still a full head taller than me. Her long fur is matted in some places, it’s brindled gray and black and covers her entire body.
“Hello, Bailey.” She smiles, showing large sharp teeth, but her green eyes sparkle and her voice is soft and easy. “I am glad our Sacha brought you.”
“Hi. Sorry, I don’t remember your name?” I ask, even though I am sure we haven’t met yet. I’d remember speaking to a Bigfoot this large. She makes an impressive image, with her height and dark hair.
