Page 71 of Can't Help Growling in Love
When June mentioned it the other day, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. I never needed it because my precumor spit were enough to slick me up if I was jerking off, but June’s tight pussy needs more than that.
“Oh,” she says, voice a little shaky. “That’s great. Thank you.”
She takes the turn onto my street, then slows again. We’re approaching my property.
“Do you want me to park it at the end of the driveway or—oh my God, Asher, what are you doing?”
Her screech of surprise follows me. I jump out of the still-moving vehicle. But I can’t hold back anymore. June slams on the brakes and stops the truck, and a second later, I’m at her side, opening the door and pulling her out. She yelps but unclips her seat belt and reaches for me, placing her hands on my shoulders for support.
I don’t let her feet touch the ground. She feels too fucking good in my arms. I slam the car door shut and run to the house. The need to touch her, to be inside her, pounds at me, a second heartbeat I can’t shut off.
“Can’t—slow down,” I grunt. I push June to the hallway wall. “I need to feel you.”
She takes a sharp inhale, then palms both my cheeks and forces me to look at her. “You don’t have to hold back anymore. We’re home. I’m safe with you. Do what you need.”
But I shake my head. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
June thinks for a moment, then asks, “Do you need to be inside me, or would it be good enough for now if we both got off?”
I grit my teeth, trying to think clearly. “We can try. To just get off. Get you ready for me.”
“Okay. Do you think you’ll need to knot me tonight?”
June’s breaths are coming faster now. I take a whiff of her scent, worried she’s scared, but it’s all mellow honey notes. She’s getting wet for me, I know it.
Her hips arch up as I lean my body over hers. “You want that, don’t you, baby? My knot stretching you open? Plugging all my cum inside you?”
She releases a shuddering exhale. “Yeah, that sounds really amazing.”
I kiss her, licking her lips, then stroking my tongue over hers. “You’re a fucking dream. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m gonna do my best to keep you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she states, her grip on me tightening. “You hear that? I’m here with you, and I won’t break. I trust you, and I know you’ll take care of me all through this. I know you’ll stop if I need you to stop, so please, you don’t have to hold yourself back.”
Her words unlock something inside me. The easy acceptance, the trust she’s showing me—I need to trust her right back. She knows what she wants, and if that’s my knot, who am I to argue?
I grab her ass and hoist her up my body. June laughs and wraps her legs around my waist. The heat of her core presses to the tip of my cock, and I nearly come right there, without even touching her skin to skin. Gritting my teeth, I stride into my bedroom and toss my girlfriend on my bed.
“I thought…” June scoots up to the headboard and leans against it, her gaze on me. “We could try that thing you wanted me to show you.”
I strip my t-shirt over my head and throw it on the floor. “What thing?”
She leans over the edge of the bed to reach her bag, giving me an excellent view of her ass in leggings that has my cock pulsing in my pants. Then she straightens and shows me her thick pink vibrator. A faint ringing noise fills my head, and I wonder stupidly if I’m about to pass out because all my blood has rushed to my dick.
“Yes,” I grunt immediately. “That. Yeah.”
June’s smile lights up her face. “You agreed to that pretty fast. Are you sure you don’t want to consider your other options?”
I push down my sweatpants and boxers and kick them off, then climb on the bed and cage her in with my body. “I’m sure. I want to see how you fuck yourself with this toy, then I’ll do all those other options to you, too. We have the entire day ahead of us before the moonrise. I’ll have time to tryeverything.”
Her lips part, and the scent of her arousal fills the room. I sit back on my heels and hook my fingers in her leggings. She lifts her hips to help me get them off. Then she’s naked from the waist down, her knees open, her pink pussy on display for me.
“Fuck.” I shudder, pushing myself away from her. “You smell so good.”
She sits up and pulls her top off, then unclips her bra to show me her tits, full and heavy, with dusky pink nipples hardened to buds.
“I want you to make yourself come, too,” she tells me. She settles back on the pillows. “Can you do that for me?”
I grasp my cock just below the head. “That won’t be a problem.”
