Werewolf Single Dad 3, page 28
“Yeah, Tent’s a pony!” Dionne was really rubbing salt into Bernardo’s wounds now.
Get ‘im, DiDi.
We abandoned our own conversation surrounding Trent’s real name in favor of whatever angle the kids were coming in with, which ended up with both Trent and I being branded ponies that were ordered to give horsey rides around the house.
We had so much fun playing that, we forgot about the burgers warming in the oven, and the kids refused to eat their burgers medium-rare, so we had to bring out the big guns and make them bone marrow macaroni and balls of raw sausage.
But that was okay, because it just meant Trent and I got to invent bone marrow mac and sausage burgers for ourselves, which turned out to be an awesome dinner to end an awesome day.
The clock hit six, and I checked the government phone for any contact from the drug baron.
Nada.
It seemed like my luck was coming back in.
If I was even luckier, the drug dealers wouldn’t get in contact with me until after the weekend, and then it would be Grace who held my hand during the whole undercover bust scenario.
I almost dared not ask if this day could get any better, but I felt like pushing my luck, and I asked anyway.
And when I checked my usual phone at around six-thirty, I was given surefire evidence that my streak of luck was going strong.
I haven’t stopped thinking about you under that blanket. Wish you were under mine, now. XXX
Luckily for Whitney, her wish was my command.
Chapter 16
Whitney hadn’t even bothered to put the coffee on this time, because she knew we wouldn’t have time to drink it before getting down to what we had in mind.
Almost as soon as I walked through the door of her apartment, the two of us had our arms wrapped around each other, and we engaged in a passionate make-out session.
I hooked my foot around the front door and slammed it shut, and I walked Whitney backward and gently pushed her down onto the sofa in the living room.
Our soft kisses quickly turned into a fervent locking of lips, and white-hot arousal seared through me as I balanced the Omega on my lap.
Love-- and some crazy pheromones-- were absolutely flying through the air.
Whitney sighed and whined into each kiss, and she giggled as my erection pressed against her thigh.
“Oooh… happy to see me?” the Omega giggled as she pulled her lips away from mine.
“Always.” I smiled, and then I pulled the beautiful blonde back in to continue our making out.
Whitney knew I was coming over, and she’d certainly dressed for the occasion. She was blowing my mind in a silky pink negligee and fluffy pink kitten-heeled slippers, and her entire body smelled of fresh apricot.
I couldn’t wait to taste her.
The Omega evidently felt the same, because she lifted my shirt at the bottom and began tugging upward to show me she wanted me to take it off.
So, of course, I did as the teacher said.
I pulled my shirt off, and Whitney groaned as she ran her soft hands all over my chest and abs, all the while her tongue was still pirouetting around mine.
If Whitney got to have a handful, then so did I, and I slipped my hands underneath the Omega’s floaty nightgown. Then I pressed her pert nipples into the center of my palms, while my fingers gently kneaded into her breasts like I was squeezing the juice from two oranges.
Though, Whitney’s breasts were more like two melons.
The blonde moaned as I fondled her, and she pulled her lips away from mine to offer up the soft skin of her neck to my lips.
I brought my fingertips together and applied a pinching pressure to Whitney’s nipples as I pressed my lips against her neck, and she whimpered as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and found something long and throbbing to hold onto.
“Mmmm…” The blonde tightly wrapped her hand around my boner and began moving her wrist up and down.
“Ugh,” I grunted, and I sharply sucked the air in through my teeth at the instantly gratifying feeling.
After a bit more pumping action, Whitney lifted herself off my lap and dropped to the floor with my cock still in her soft hand, and then she tugged at my sweatpants to silently order me to take them off.
I wasn’t particularly well-behaved in school, but I always did what this teacher told me to do.
Together, Whitney and I wrestled my sweatpants away from my legs, and the Omega’s eyes glinted with greedy delight as she got an eyeful of the huge cock that was soon going to be inside her.
First, though, it seemed as though we were entering Whitney’s northern port.
There, with my legs spread open on the sofa and the most beautiful woman kneeling between them, I felt like a king on his throne, and I watched the teacher’s peachy ass stick out as she leaned forward to take my hard dick deep in her mouth.
I gently put my hand on Whitney’s soft blonde hair, and I inhaled deeply as she opened her mouth wide and pushed her head down over my cock. Her thick, soft lips clamped around the base of my shaft, and I couldn’t help but let out a groan when I felt almost my whole cock become submerged in her warm, wet mouth.
And when her wet tongue lashed at my thick shaft, I let out a low growl of pleasure.
“That’s right, baby.” I stroked Whitney’s hair as her head began to bob up and down, and I growled at the gulping sounds the blonde was making as my cock knocked against the back of her throat. “Fuuuuuck…”
I rocked my head back to deal with the amazing sensation, but I quickly brought it back forward again so I could watch the beautiful woman choking on my cock.
Whitney looked up with her big brown eyes as she continued blowing me, and she understood what I was asking when I gently tugged at her scalp.
The Omega pulled my cock out from her mouth to prepare herself. After taking a gasping breath, she spat on the head of my penis, and from there on in, she began gobbling and slobbering on my cock like she’d entered a national hot dog eating competition.
“Graghhh,” I groaned through gritted teeth. “Fuck yeah.”
Whitney began moaning with her mouth full of my cock, and the sounds of her beautiful, muffled voice sent what felt like an electric shock of desire through my entire body.
Her muffled moans were music to my ears, but I couldn’t wait to turn the volume up a notch.
I wanted to make her scream so bad.
I also wanted to delve my fingers inside Whitney’s pussy, and when she was wet enough, I wanted to plunge my rock-hard cock deep inside her. For now, though, I took a few more moments to enjoy the sounds of her whining moans, and I grunted at the amazing feeling of her wet mouth as it rolled up and down my shaft.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that,,” I groaned, and I clenched my toes into the carpet as the shifter lightly scraped her teeth across the top of my shaft. “Fucking hell, baby.”
“Mmmmm!”
Whitney clearly responded amazingly well to positive reinforcement. She began groaning with added enthusiasm, and the force of her sucking and the speed at which my dick slammed against the back of her throat increased tenfold.
I hadn’t thought about the prospect of knotting inside an Omega’s throat, and I didn’t know if it was possible, but if we weren’t careful, Whitney and I were going to get ourselves in a precarious position, which only a forceful throat-fucking session would get us out of.
Though, actually, that sounded pretty good.
Whitney seemed to be enjoying choking on my cock so much that I didn’t have the heart to stop her, but I could smell the sex pheromones wafting from her hot pussy, and the animal inside me desperately wanted to be the animal inside her.
After a valiant attempt at vigorously deepthroating my entire Alpha cock, Whitney began coughing and spluttering, and it gave me so much joy to watch her mascara running all the way down her beautiful face.
What a beautiful mess I’d made.
As she regained her breath, the Omega tugged at my cock while using her spit as lube, and as much as I enjoyed it, and as much as I enjoyed watching her huge breasts jiggling with the movement of her arm, it was Whitney’s turn to groan with pleasure.
“Come here, baby,” I whispered as I stroked Whitney’s shoulder.
The Omega flashed her glittering brown eyes at me and slowly rose to her feet, and I leaned forward and pulled her back onto my lap.
Whitney and I were pulled into another bout of passionate kissing, and while my tongue was chasing hers, my fingers were hooking themselves around the straps of her negligee.
The sexy schoolteacher understood the assignment, and she gently leaned back and began undoing the ribbon that held her little dress together.
When the bow was undone, Whitney’s heaving breasts wobbled deliciously as they danced for freedom, and the Omega shrugged the nightdress onto the floor.
“Ughhh, Whitney,” I growled as I marveled at her body. “You’re perfect.”
“T-Thank you…” The teacher blushed.
Whit’s breasts pressed against me as I pulled her in, and she let out a series of gentle moans as my clawed fingers traced long lines down her back, like I was a harpist playing a delicate melody.
As the two of us kissed again, my gentle plucking on Whitney’s back turned into a frenzied strumming, and the blonde’s fingers tousled through my hair like she was playing the impassioned finale at a piano concerto.
As we scratched and tugged each other, our harmonious groans grew louder and louder, and I couldn’t wait any longer to feel the Omega’s wetness trailing down my fingers.
I kept one arm wrapped around Whitney’s delicate waist, and I let the other travel in a slow and steady line down her back and over the curve of her ass, so I could gently stroke her pussy lips from behind.
The blonde’s breathing quickened, and she opened her legs to let my finger tease her dewy opening.
“Ohhh… Ohhh…” Whitney sighed as she put her head down onto my collarbone.
“Mmmm,” I growled, and I planted a kiss on top of the blonde’s head.
After I’d teased her enough by stroking her slick folds, I pushed one finger slow and deep into Whitney’s vagina, and she quivered and moaned atop me.
“Fuck,” I whispered as my middle finger slipped effortlessly inside. “You’re so wet already.”
“I-I’ve been thinking about this all night… I get so wet whenever I think of your cock,” Whitney whined as I gently motioned my finger forward and back. “Ahhhh, M-Mike.”
“Well, I’m glad I have this effect on you…” I felt the blonde’s pussy pulsating at my words, and I wondered, if I said some more colorful sentences, would I feel it throbbing further? “I’m going to put my cock so deep inside you. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
Yep. I could definitely feel it.
“Ohhhh!” Whitney’s mouth fell into a perfect ‘O’ as I inserted my index finger into her. “Yes, Mike… fuck me hard.”
“Yeah?” I began rapidly pushing my two fingers back and forth inside Whitney’s walls, and I felt drips of her wetness flick onto my thighs. “You want that? You want to feel my big cock deep inside you?”
“Y-Yes!” Whitney’s cheeks flushed red as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her back arched with the quick motion of my finger-fucking. “Ohhh, yesssss, Miiiike!”
I could tell Whitney was really getting into it, because she started rocking her hips back and forth as she moaned my name. My wrist was starting to ache, but I didn’t care. The sound of Whitney’s wet pussy, paired with her breathless, whining gasps, was the most beautiful sound on Earth.
I reached my other hand down and smacked it against the Omega’s pert ass cheek, and she yelped and clamped down around my fingers.
“Do you want to feel my cock swell inside you?” I asked in a husky voice.
“Y-Yes!” Whitney leaned her forehead against mine and bucked her hips against the motion of my fingers. “Ohhh! I can’t wait to feel your big Alpha cock stretching me…”
Fuck. I take it back. Those words were the most beautiful sound on Earth.
“Do you want to feel my seed fill you up?” I tilted Whitney’s head back so I could look into her pleasure-clouded eyes
“Y-Yes… P-Please,” the Omega begged as I curled my fingers inside her. “Ohhh!”
“Let me hear you say it,” I growled.
“I want to f-feel your cum fill me,” Whitney gasped as a stream of arousal trickled from her opening. “I want you to stretch my pussy with your knotted cock… I-I want to squirt on your knotted cock!”
“Since you’re such an obedient Omega to your Alpha, I’ll let you squirt on my fingers and then my cock,” I said in a husky whisper.
I took my hand away from Whitney’s ass and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and I pulled her closer so I could push my tongue back into her mouth while I continued to pleasure her from behind.
Whitney groaned loudly into my mouth as I pushed my fingers harder and faster, and my cock throbbed in response to the sounds of her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
Then, suddenly, as if she was being electrocuted, the Omega rocked herself onto the balls of her feet and jerked her head back, and I felt her claws digging deeply into my back as she held on for dear life.
“Ohhhhh, yessssss!” Whitney’s eyes rolled into her head, and she bit her lip hard enough to turn the pink skin white.
“That’s it, baby.” I kept the rhythm of my finger-fucking steady, and the Omega squirmed and panted as I brought my other hand up to her soaking vagina and began rubbing her love button at the same speed.
Then I watched the beautiful blonde’s face flush scarlet as she closed her eyes and held her mouth wide open.
“M-Mike…!”
“Yeah, baby?” I asked in a growl.
“I’m going to… I’m… I’m…” Whitney was choking on her overwhelming pleasure. “Ooogghhh!”
“Tell me, baby…” I whispered. “I wanna hear you say it.”
“I’m going to c-cum!”
“Mmmmm, good. Cum for me.” I smirked as I pushed my fingers even deeper into her.
It was like I’d pressed a magic button. Suddenly, Whitney let out a loud, high-pitched shout, and a spray of liquid squirted from her pussy and soaked us both.
Whitney’s heaving breasts pounded against my chest as she collapsed into me, and I turned my quick fingering into a gentle massage as I helped the panting Omega come down from her intense orgasm.
“Ohhhhhh…” the blonde moaned between panting breaths, and her walls fluttered sporadically around my fingertips. “My godddd.”
I removed my fingers completely, and I gently lowered Whitney into a cradled position in my arms, where I gazed at her beautiful, pleasured-and-pained face and the rise and fall of her heavy, sweat-covered breasts.
“That was amazing,” the blonde eventually sighed.
“I’m so pleased you enjoyed it.” I raised the hand which had been the most covered with wetness, and I gently began tracing my fingers over Whitney’s still-hard nipples.
“Mm, that’s relaxing.” Whitney closed her eyes and pretended to settle down to sleep in my arms.
“Oh, really?” I smirked. “I guess I’ll be stopping that then. In fact… we should get off the sofa altogether. We wouldn’t want you ripping any more holes in it would we?”
“No, we would not!” Whitney’s eyes snapped open, and she jumped to her feet and ran giggling toward the bedroom. “Come in here…”
I was good at reading between the lines, and I knew what she really meant was “cum” in here.
I jumped up from the sofa and followed Whitney into the bedroom, where I saw the blonde had already assumed the position on the double bed, with her back supported by a small mound of pillows and her long legs spread open for me to nestle myself in between.
My cock steered me to the beautiful woman on the bed, and I quickly climbed on top of her. Whitney giggled as she raised her legs high into the air and opened wide, and I growled as I angled my dick, pushed the whole weight of my pelvis down, and sank my cock into the warm, wet depths of her tight pussy.
“Graghhhh,” I grunted. “Fuck.”
“Ohhhh… fffffuh…” The teacher’s eyes rolled back into her head as I gently used the springiness of the mattress to my advantage.
This was so much better than the sofa.
Once I’d dipped my wick in and out of Whitney’s wet pussy a few times, I pulled myself onto my knees and held her legs apart by her ankles, and I watched the dazzlingly beautiful blonde fondle her nipples and bite her lip. Then her face began to contort with ecstasy while I used my kneeling position to give her a deep pounding.
“O-Oh!” Whitney’s breasts juddered rhythmically as her back slammed against the mound of pillows. “Ohh, right there, yes!”
Whitney’s breasts looked irresistibly soft, and I wanted to feel them inside my mouth while my cock was submerged in her depths, so I lowered my head.
The Omega groaned when she realized what I was trying to do, and she helped me on my teat-sucking mission by lifting her heavy breasts up and pushing them into my face. I flicked my eyes up and grinned in appreciation. Then I rolled my wet tongue around both her areolas at once, and I took turns nibbling and sucking on her nipples, which made her gasp and moan.
“Ahhh… Oh! Yes… ohhh…”
As the slamming of our hips grew harder and faster, Whitney’s breasts slammed more forcefully against my mouth, and I had to shift my maw and suckle extra hard to keep them from getting away from me.
Though, I was as gentle as I could have been, give or take the odd nip.
“Ahhh… Oh! M-Mike!” Whitney’s giggle fractured into a moan halfway through. “Ohhhh, I love it when you bite! Bite me harder… Ah!”
We were deep in the throes of mating, and there was no suppressing our animal natures now. Both Whitney and I relinquished control as we partially shifted into werewolves, and we whined and howled like dogs in heat as we clawed, bit, and nuzzled each other.
