He pulls the jacket away and watches the way her thighs are clenched tightly together, hands around her waist as she holds herself tightly. He pinches her chin between his fingers and tilt her head up so he can have a good look at her.
She's all but lost in the haze of arousal, body trembling and shaking. Saliva trickles from the corner of her lips and she has to blink a few times to focus on him. "Daddy, please," she whimpers.
He sits beside her on the couch and pulls her into his lap. She stumbles to climb onto him, straddling him and rubbing herself against his half-hard erection, trying to get him to penetrate her. "Patience, darling," he says. He slides his fingers between her legs and isn't at all surprised to find her soaked. He spreads her lips apart and penetrates her with two fingers, reaching for the vibrator buried deep inside her. His other hand presses the controls, turning it on.
"No, no, please," she cries. She must be feeling painfully empty. Small whines builds at the back of her throat and she's rocking her hips against his fingers, undulating in a motion that is both perverse and incredibly alluring.
"Are you going to come, baby?" he asks, breath fanning out across her shoulder. He sucks at the flesh there and can almost feel the beat erratic beat of her heart on his tongue.
"I won't," she says frantically. " I won't. I won't."
Such an obedient little mate. He takes the vibrator out and rubs it against her clit.
Her response is instantaneous. She cries out loudly, fluffy ears swiveling back and all the fur on her tail bristles as she arches up, looking as though she had been electrocuted. It's a lovely, lovely sight. He wishes he could immortalize it. He takes it away and watches the way she's heaving, licking at her lips, tongue moist and glistening.
"Do you want me, baby?" he asks.
"Yes," she cries. "Yes, yes, please." He guides his erection against the heated flush of her heat and she grinds downwards unconsciously, wanting him deep.
He grabs her by her waist and yanks her down, filling her to the base. Her lips part as though to scream again and he manages to silence her with his lips this time, closing his mouth over hers and swallowing her moans and cries. "That's it," he groans, pulling her up and then letting her sink down again and again. "Ride me, baby. You look so lovely like this." And she does, every bounce of her hips accompanied by her breasts moving up and down as well, cheeks flushed pink and wet with tears. Her rounded stomach only adds to her attractiveness. His own success of breeding her fills him with a sense of satisfaction. Having her naked in his office will never fail to please him.
"Please, please-"
"You can come when I do, baby," he says.
"Yes, Daddy," she whispers breathlessly, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. She really is a sweet thing, eager to please.
He slaps her ass a few times to make her relax. Her walls are tight around his cock, clenching and releasing as though trying to milk him. She's trying so hard to please and it's intoxicating. He doesn't think he will ever have enough of her. "You're mine," he growls out, on the edge of a snarl, threatening anyone to disagree.
"Yours," she agrees easily, clinging to him. "Yours, Daddy. Please. Please come inside me. I want you to fill me up, Daddy.'
It is her words that push him over the edge. He feels himself losing control, orgasm rushing in around his peripheral vision, surging out from his body and filling her heat. His cock grows thicker almost instantly, the head thickening to keep her from pulling away, filling her hole to encourage his seed to take. She's so small, so lovely, it stretches her tiny hole even more and she clings to him so tightly that her nails dig into his shoulder through his shirt, enough to pierce through skin. She rubs her cheek to his and he can't push back the instinct to bite, to claim, to keep her from moving at all. He closes his mouth over her shoulderblade, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave marks on her skin and draw blood to the surface. He rumbles and lets out deep roars that warns others to stay away.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasps and cries out through the pain. If it were anyone else, the pain would make them draw back in instinct. Her reaction is to sink in deeper and take him inside her. "I can't- I can't- It's too much," she whimpers.
"Come now, darling. You can come," he tells her gently, licking the wound on her shoulder with something akin to regret. There are a litany of scars
there already. He's aware that he shouldn't mark her like this, but his instinct is impossible to fight against sometimes. At least he can find solace in the fact that she sometimes does the same, leaving claw marks and bites on his skin when she isn't in the mood for sex. He can pin her down just fine when that happens, but only after making sure she is ready to submit.
He feels the flutter of her lashes against his cheek and hears his sniffles. She comes undone with a low keening purr that vibrates through his bones. Afterwards, he would try and recreate that sound again and again but for now, he is content rubbing his cock inside her, feeling his cock harden and grow close to another orgasm.
"You're so good, so good for me," he says.
"I'm- ah- I couldn't- you're so big," she babbles, unable to speak coherently through the pain and the inescapable pleasure. "I want- I want-"
"I know, darling," he coos when she starts to cry harder, overemotional and melodramatic. He can't help but find it endearing. She's overwhelmed so easily and they've only just gotten started. He's going to come inside her a dozen more times before he's ready to let her free from his lap.
His gaze wanders to the vibrator he had set aside and he smirks. Perhaps being it's not her fault she's overwhelmed. She had been so good, holding herself back and not letting herself orgasm even though he knows she had been close more than a dozen times in the past few hours.
"You've been such a good girl, baby," he praises, rubbing her back and letting her cry herself out. His cock throbs inside her, occasionally coming and filling her even more even as she hiccups and sniffles against his chest. It makes his heart feel as though it is being squeezed.
Her body would react too, slowly stir with desire and he would rut inside her. His little mate feels so good against him. She takes a few sharp breathes when his cock thickens again. Her tail sways almost lazily behind her and he resists the urge to grab and hold it still.
"Can you move on your own, darling?"
She flushes and nods. She is still shy about being fucked, even now.
He supposes he's lucky she lets him fuck her as often as he wants. Luckier still that he found her in the first place. His mind is quickly muddled with his lover lifting and dropping back onto his cock steadily, the feeling of her swallowing his cock is amazing and his mind struggles to keep his grip light, to not hurt her unnecessarily... though she responds wonderfully well to pain too.