me, and I was screaming, because he thrust hard, and didn’t let up.
I’d felt him doing something with his hands in the two or three seconds between his fingers leaving me and his cock invading, and he must’ve wiped them clean on something, because when he reached across my front and looped his fingers over the top of my shoulder to hold me in place, they weren’t slick.
“I have you. That’s it. Scream for me, Cheyenne. You need this as much as I do. Gonna tear that little ass up, and you don’t get to come until I give you permission.”
Most bird shifters have what looks like a deformed dick — with a normal sized head but a super-fat base. Frost’s is fatter at the base than anyone I’ve ever seen. It isn’t terribly long, maybe six or seven inches, but so damned fat near the root it rips you to pieces. At the base, Frost was fatter than a Pringles tube. When he finally thrust all the way in, spreading me impossibly wide, opening me beyond what I thought possible, my screams were so loud they hurt my ears, but I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t want him to back off.
Because this was Frost, he fucked me hard and fast. I had no idea why he’d wanted to be gentle the night before, but that was clearly a distant memory. The morning’s fuck-session wasn’t anywhere near as long as the evening’s had been, and he only ordered me to orgasm three times, but it was so much more fulfilling. I’d needed him to take my back entrance.
When he at last came deep inside my ass, he ordered me to my stomach when he pulled out, so he could make sure my colon absorbed it all and none came out.
“When you’re officially mine, you’ll wear a plug for four hours after I come in your ass. Every damned time.”
Frost
My balls were so empty, they were numb. I rested my face on her shoulder blade for two or three minutes, and then it was time to take care of her. The sweetbutts usually leave when we’re finished with them, but Cheyenne needed to get used to me taking care of her. While she was on her stomach, I rubbed and massaged her back, shoulders, and ass cheeks. It wouldn’t take much to get her horny again, but we needed to leave in less than thirty minutes.
Ten minutes on her belly while I took care of her and loved on her, and I finally gave her permission to get up.
“No shower. I like the way you smell. There are two toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a hairbrush on the vanity. I came prepared. Brush your teeth and hair while I get dressed, and then you can get dressed while I do my teeth. Breakfast is about a twenty-minute ride back towards Birmingham. I can scent your hunger.”
I dressed, went to the bathroom, and met her gaze in the mirror. I needed to see her face when I asked this question.
“You haven’t had an orgasm since you walked out of the clubhouse?”
She didn’t have to answer. I saw it written all over her face.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and held her to me. Hugging her. “I’m so sorry. We taught you to enjoy pain, and then no one followed up with you when you left. You didn’t understand it yet.”
Her eyes didn’t water, but there was enough emotion showing, it’s a wonder they didn’t. She finally managed to speak.
“I thought I was broken. I thought it was because ya’ll used me, and I thought that was what I needed. People who were nice didn’t do anything for me.”
“I’m betting I can be nice while I hurt you, and still get you to orgasm. It shouldn’t be about being used. If it is, I can work with it, but it didn’t feel like that was it. You just need pain alongside your pleasure.” I smirked. “And maybe a little dirty-talking.”
“Ya’ll never told me when I could orgasm before.”
“No, but it worked last night, and this morning — I’m a big fan. If we were a thing, I’d forbid you from orgasming unless I gave permission.”
The sweet scent of her arousal bloomed in the spacious bathroom, and every visual cue I could see in the mirror told me I’d hit a great big lust-button. The kitty cat was going to love orgasm control.
“You like that idea.” I didn’t phrase it as a question. We