"Come sit on Daddy's lap."
I go right over, smiling, and obediently sit on your lap. Really, it's not hard to obey here - I genuinely enjoy the closeness. It feels good to be held, and hold you. The tension drains out of my body, feeling safe in my wolf's arms.
We just cuddle for awhile, nuzzling here and there, trading soft kisses. Then as I rest against you and you start petting me and I'm skritching your beard, my body responds to your touch, a tingly feeling in my scalp and down my spine that makes me ache for more. Our kisses linger, until we're kissing more deeply, and your hand moves from my head and my back to my thigh. Once you start kissing my neck and rubbing my knee and my thigh, I'm moaning and starting to wiggle in your lap.
You're getting hard, too, and you take my hand and put it on the bulge forming so I can feel it. My breath hitches. "Oh, Daddy, what do we have here?"
You smile and kiss me. "Would you like to take a look?"
I nod. I scoot off your lap, get down on my knees before you, and take out your cock, which grows some more as I touch it. My boypussy throbs in response - I'm definitely already wet - and I give you a naughty look as I move in closer to inspect.
Then I can't resist teasing you a little, because I'm kind of a bratty little shit and need to get you back for teasing me. So instead of taking it in my mouth and sucking right away, I just... start licking. Slow, deliberate licks at the head, and up and down the shaft, my eyes focused on you, watching your reactions, the way you're breathing harder, the heat in your eyes as you watch me. I keep licking at it and licking at it, ever so slowly, before putting just the head of your cock in my mouth, eyes locked with yours as I work one hand up and down the rest of your shaft.
I continue sucking at just the head, working my tongue, until you growl and give me That Look. I pull back with an innocent smile that isn't innocent at all... and then I start teasing again, just licking it.
"Brat."
My smile becomes a grin. "Thank you."
You laugh and so do I; I love your smile, and my heart beats a little faster as that stupid sparkly-fuzzy feeling goes through me. Before I start making idiotic noises, I return my attention to the task at hand, licking at your head and shaft, and at last I relent, taking the head back in my mouth... then more of it. I can't deep-throat it, there's too much, but I get what I can in my mouth and work it back and forth, up and down, slowly, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue, enjoying your occasional groan as I service you.
When my jaw needs a break, because there's a lot, I let it slip from my mouth, smile at you again, and gently stroke it. You rest one hand on my head and the other touches my face and I lean into your touch with a soft sigh. A moment or two later I'm ready to go again, sucking. "That's a good boy," you tell me, before a moan. "Such a good, good boy for Daddy."
With a little whimper, I can't help putting a hand down my pajama bottoms and touching myself, turned on by your cock, your praise... you. I suck harder and faster as I paw myself, and when you realize what I'm doing, you tug on my short hair. "Did I say you could touch yourself, slut?"
I pull off your cock. "No, Daddy." I bite my lip and give a small whine. "You get me so worked up..."
"All right." You help me up, and when we're standing together you put your arms around me, moving me closer, and kiss me. I throw my arms around you, moaning into the kiss, electrifying my entire body. I am so fucking wet and I feel ready to explode, and if I had a tail I'd be wagging as you lead me to the bedroom.
But as badly as I want to get off... I want to express to you how much I appreciate you, admire the hell out of you, trust you, and sometimes for all of my writing I'm bad with words. So here and now, I let my body do the talking. You lay back, and I smile at you - wanting you to see the joy sparkling in my green eyes - and then I start working my way down your body. Kissing and nibbling your neck and shoulders. Lapping and sucking at one nipple as my fingers play with the other, going back and forth between them. Kissing and licking down your chest and stomach, my fingers following the trail of my tongue. Kissing, licking, nibbling at your thighs, caressing. Taking my time on you, spoiling you.
At last my head is between your legs again and your cock is in my mouth. I keep running my hands over you as I suck at you, and you're holding my head, petting me, moaning, your breath in ragged gasps. I'm rubbing my thighs together, my boypussy desperate for attention, but it can wait. I want to be a good boy, taking care of Daddy.
I lose myself in sucking you, getting hotter and hotter for you, until you tug on my hair and make a "get up here" gesture. I give a small whine of protest as I pull back, but obediently climb up and you pull me down into a deep, passionate kiss.
"Sit on my face and get back to work." You kiss the tip of my nose, and I smile at you.
"Yes, Daddy."
We get into a sixty-nine, and as I resume sucking you, you're lapping at me, your tongue on my hard, aching clit, then inside me, fucking me with your tongue. I want to tell you how fucking good it is but my mouth is full and I moan around your cock, sucking you hungrily. When you start sucking my clit I almost go off, but I make myself wait, savoring this. You bring me close to the edge, sucking on it, then just as I'm about to come your tongue is inside me again, building the pleasure higher. I'm almost embarrassed by the noises I'm making as I suck you, gently rolling my hips to ride your tongue, so fucking good...
You're snarling and growling as you eat me like the wolf you are, tongue rubbing hard and fast at my clit, then inside me again, back and forth, before you suck at it some more, sucking hard. I'm almost sobbing... my thighs are quivering, needing to come so fucking badly. But I'm a good boy, I don't come unless Daddy tells me I can come.
When I can't take it anymore, and you seem to intuitively know that, you growl again. "Getting close," you warn me. You take a few slow, teasing licks at my clit and I howl with frustration around your cock. "Want you to come with Daddy..."
"Mmmmmmm. Mmmmhmmmm."
And I do. Once you're back to devouring me I come hard, gushing on your face, and a few seconds later you flood my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, enjoying the lightly sweet taste of you, wanting every last drop but there's so fucking much it spills out of my mouth a little. I rest my head on your thigh as I come down, melting with relief, and after awhile we sit up and kiss, sharing our taste, and then you hold me close and I squeeze you tight.
We doze off, tangled up together. When I stir I'm horny again - still wet and sloppy from earlier - but I don't want to wake you, so I lay there, idly tracing over your ink and giving your beard little skritches, hoping I don't disturb you, hoping my body will calm down enough for me to return to sleep. But eventually your eyes open and you smile at me and I melt again, feeling that stupid giddy-flustered tingliness as I smile back at you. You give me a soft, sweet kiss, then another... then a deeper one. Soon we're kissing like we're both starving for it, and your cock is half-hard again and you grab my hand and put it on your cock and I stroke you to full hardness.
"What does Daddy want?" I whisper, ready to give anything and everything like the good slut I am.
You consider the offer and then you say, "I want you to ride me. But first, I want to taste you again."
"Twist my arm." I grin.
You playfully twist my arm and I giggle, then you nip my neck and I cry out, almost coming untouched.
I straddle your shoulders and sit on your face, and your tongue works its magic again, lashing my clit, then deep inside me. You suck on it, then suck on each of my lips, tugging on them, before your tongue goes inside me again. I grab onto your head for dear life, panting. "Oh fuck, Andy, that's so fucking good. Oh my fucking G-d, you are so. Fucking. Good. At this. Holy fucking fuckkkkkkk..." I'm gently riding your tongue again, then fucking your mouth as you're sucking on my hard, swollen clit. "Daddy. Oh fuck, Daddy... Daaaadddyyyyyyy, that's so good... fuckkkkk..."
"Mmmmmmm." You take slow, teasing licks. "You taste so good, cub."
I whimper as you get back to work, licking, sucking, driving me fucking crazy. So close to coming, but wanting to wait for you to claim me with that big, beautiful cock again.
After fuck knows how long I climb down and you sit up and lean back a bit, and I get on your cock, taking you inch by inch. Once you're all the way in we both sigh at that feeling of us fitting together so perfectly.
Then I ride, working my hips up and down, rising and falling like the phoenix I am... slowly, gently. Wanting to feel you. Wanting to show you, once again, my caring and how much I fucking want you. You put your arms around me and I hold onto you too, and you're kissing my neck. "Such a good boy, Fin," you rasp, before another kiss, a lick, a gentle nip. "Such a good, good boy for Daddy. So tight and wet and hot for me."
"I love feeling you inside me, Daddy." I shudder with pleasure and bite my lip. "So good..."
You claim my mouth, kissing me deeply, your arms tightening around me. I keep riding slowly, savoring each teasing stroke, until you take back control, grabbing onto my hips and thrusting, a little harder, a little faster. Not as hard as you can go, but enough to let me know that you're getting really worked up. I moan, my hands roaming over your shoulders, your chest, your arms, back up your chest again, to grab onto your shoulders. "Yes, Daddy."
You can hear how wet I am, and you growl with approval. I moan, and lean in to kiss you. You reach around to spank my ass. "Such a wet little slut for your Daddy."
"Oh, fuck, yes." I kiss you back. "This is what you do to me."
We kiss and kiss, as I keep riding you. All time seems to stop, lost in our rhythm. I think to myself I wish I could make art of this moment, the two of us in ecstasy, sacred and profane. Then I can't think at all as you're nibbling on my neck, growling...
...and then you flip me, and pin me. I almost come, my nails in your back. "Daddy!"
With my arms and legs around you, you start letting me have it, as hard and fast as we were gentle and sensual just a minute ago. And I love it, arching to you, rocking my hips to match your rhythm. You play with my clit as you take me hard, the sound of my wetness almost as loud as my cries, your balls slapping against me. "Daddy," I call out. "Daddy, yes, fuck me, oh fuckkkk, Daddy, take it, get it, I'm yours..."
"Yes, cub." You're biting my neck again. "Daddy's good boy. Such a good slutty little cub for your Daddy."
"Fuckkkkk."
I'm getting close, but I make myself hold back. Needing to stay in this space as long as possible, submissive and surrendering to you... needing to feel every inch of you, not just your cock, but your body on mine, skin against skin, holding you with all of me, giving myself completely. Your art looks like my dreams and where I go mentally when I listen to music or pray and I offer you inside me, trusting, the cold ice of years of guarding myself melting and transmuting into wild, explosive fire.
I'm right there. "Daddy." I bite my lip and make an urgent high-pitched noise. "Daddy... it's so good, I can't hold back -"
"Then come for me, cub." You kiss me, and my arms tighten around you as I let go, the pleasure throbbing through me; for a moment all I see is light.
You call out, "Fin," and growl as you spend into me, breeding me deep and raw, my walls clenching and pulsing around your cock. I sigh - I love that feeling of you coming in me - and we kiss.
We snuggle side by side, holding each other, legs braided together. My entire body feels like it's made of jelly, floating on a sea of light. There is so much I want to say, but I have no words. And it feels like speaking might break the spell, so I let myself just be, safe with my wolf.
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