Page 123 of Clean Finish

When my tongue brushed against a growing fang, I moaned in surprise. The smooth skin under my hands suddenly started feeling like suede, and I jolted when something soft and furry flicked over my thighs behind Seb.

He paused, breathing hard against my mouth, then sat up. “Shit. Sorry.”

I stared up at his half-shifted form. His eyes gleamed bright gold, muscles even more pronounced and sinewy. His face was harsher and more lupine, and the skin on his hips and legs had been covered with that short brown pelt.

He was trying to catch his breath, his ass clenching convulsively around my dick as he rested his big, clawed hands on his thighs—probably because he was worried about hurting me with them.

“Just… give me a minute. I’ll get it back under control—”

“No,” I blurted, my dick throbbing inside him. “Stay like this. Please.”

“Are you sure?” He gave me that beautiful grin, chest still heaving. “Because I’m struggling to shift back right now.”

That made my chest want to puff out with pride. I grinned up at him, trailing my fingers through the short fur on his big thighs. “I’m sure. I like it.”

Then I remembered. My eyes snapped down to his straining cock, hovering over my belly, and my dick pulsed wildly inside him as I stared at his knot.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” I breathed, reaching down to fist it. Seb jerked with a hoarse moan, his ass squeezing tight around my length.

Swallowing thickly, he started to move again, riding my dick slowly as he panted, “Th-that feels good.”

His clawed hands settled above my shoulders as he leaned down to kiss me. I squeezed his knot, then started stroking his dick, my hand growing slick with his pre-cum when I reached the head.

“Fuck. Lark.” His hot forehead rested against mine as his breath fanned over my cheek.

Drawing my knees up and planting my feet on the mattress, I strained my hips up as he slid back down my cock, trying to time it right.

Seb’s head craned back as he cried out, loud and hoarse. A desperate moan escaped me as I did it again, my eyes wanting to roll back as each thrust grew even harder, our skin smacking together.

“F-fuck,” he panted against my cheek. “Don’t stop, Lark.”

That was fine, because I literally couldn’t. I fucked up into him, each wild thrust jolting him and sliding his dick through my fist. Seb shuddered, then curved his spine and angled his hips forward. In the next instant, he started to shake as a desperate groan burst from him.

“Right there.” His hips ground against me in tiny movements as I thrust up into him. “F-fuck, Lark, right there. Right there…”

I bit my lip around a whimper as I realised I was hitting his prostate. Seb was groaning non-stop, and his hand suddenly shot down to cover mine on his dick and shuttle it over the length at a pace that told me he was close—really close. He was chasing his orgasm now, becoming mindless and losing the last of his control, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

How I’d lasted this long, I had no fucking idea. But now I held back so I’d get to feel him come around my dick. I was shaking uncontrollably, my hips starting to jerk up in unsteady, erratic thrusts, but I focused on Seb to distract myself from the unimaginable pleasure pounding through my body.

“I w-want to feel you come,” I panted. “Seb… come on my dick… pl-please—”

A ragged shout tore from him as he seized up, shaking wildly. His ass clamped down on my dick, the muscles tightening and spasming around my base. His cock throbbed in my fist before I felt wet heat spurting over my chest and stomach.

It set me off instantly. I plunged as deep inside him as I could, my shoulders lurching up off the bed as I buried my mouth against his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Mmmm.” My scalp went numb as I started to come, tingles rushing over my skin and blood whooshing through my ears. My hips thrust upward with every spurt of cum inside him.

Seb moaned desperately again, hips twitching and his tail swishing restlessly against my thighs. He dragged my hand down to the base of his cock, to his knot, and tightened my fingers around it. Another intense shudder wracked his frame as he groaned, trembling on top of me.

I was gasping for breath as I sagged back into the mattress. The tension eased from him as he let out a shuddering breath, his forehead dropping onto the pillow beside my ear. I let go of his pulsing cock and slid my hands around his sweat-damp back to grip his shoulder blades, clinging to him and trying to catch my breath.

After a few moments, I realised Seb kept twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure, until I finally noticed that his cock was still pumping weak jets of cum onto my stomach. My head popped up.

“Y-you’re still coming?” I asked in shock, my voice throaty.

He shuddered, turning his face into my neck as he nodded. “It’s… not as intense as when I’m in full werewolf form, but y-yeah. Just… give me a minute.”

Oh my god. That was so hot. My hips strained up instinctively, a moan escaping me as my oversensitive cock moved inside him, and Seb shuddered with a whimper. An actual whimper.