From Bar to Car to Home
#2 of Shorts
It had all happened so fast, your sight was still somewhat blurry. You had caught his eyes across the bar, a handsome timber wolf who had come all by his lonesome. He was an older gentleman, tall and well-muscled but showed his age through a bit of a gut and the occasional streak of faded fur. His broad chest could barely be contained by the tight black tank top he wore. Paint-stained cargo pants and a pair of well-worn work boots adorned his lower body, clearly he was a working man. He had caught you glancing a couple times before he joined you to drink. He was charming with a sonorous voice and piercing blue eyes. You laughed at his anecdotes and learned he used to work construction before he started flipping houses. You spoke for what felt like hours before he invited you to his place, an offer you accepted without a second thought.
Now you find yourself in his car in the backseat, sitting in his lap as his tongue slides down your throat. You don't seem to gag, however, graciously accepting the enormous muscle with ease. His large hands roam across your body before settling on your rear, taking two greedy handfuls of your tight ass. You squeal as he does so and press yourself closer to his chest. You can feel the powerful muscle easily and can't seem to stop yourself from pulling him into a tight hug, your chest flush against his. Slowly, he draws his sinewy tongue from your mouth and allowing you to catch a breath you didn't even realize you were missing. His tongue licks your face as you pant, covering you in his saliva. He kisses his way up to your ear before taking it between his sharp teeth.
"You got so worked up from just a kiss... you're a needy little slut, aren't you?" he growls into your ear, husky voice making your manhood grow to full mast. You want to deny his accusation, but there's no way you can do that without it being a blatant lie. Before you can even answer, he speaks again. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna give you everything you need."
His hands work at his pants quickly, his massive manhood standing at full attention. It was so big... how did you not notice that monster until now? Then he roughly tears your own pants down, pulling them to your ankles before you kick them to the floor. Despite not being on the small side, the wolf's erection absolutely dwarfs yours. It pulses with such a powerful desire, precum spilling from the tip and down the shaft in thin rivulets. As you stare in awe at his need, he slips a giant finger into your tight backdoor. You gasp and groan as the digit works its way deeper inside you, yelping as it hits a special little button. The wolf grins at your reaction and redoubles his efforts, brutally assaulting that delicate spot. Your voice is one unending moan, shaky and sweet as he stirs up your insides. You feel your own cock begin to leak, begging for release. All too soon his finger leaves your abused entrance and you can't help but feel empty.
"You missing my finger, sweetheart?" he asks, that low voice never failing to send shivers down your spine. "You shouldn't, since I'm gonna give you something even better. Spread 'em, boy."
You feel the tip of his speared dick bump against your ass, begging for entrance. Obeying without question, you spread your cheeks and the wolf steadies his cock with a giant hand. Despite the intense fingering there's still a hint of resistance. The head slides in and you're stretched out more by that little bit than his entire finger. His hands move to your hips, holding you gently, before wickedly slamming you down to his fist-sized knot. Your eyes go wide, tears freely falling. Your mouth is wide open as if to scream, but you can't seem to find your voice. Your cock throbs with excitement, wanting more than just one single thrust from the wolf.
He slowly draws his hips away from your abused ass, making sure to graze his cock along every inch of your tight insides. Then he slams himself deep inside you once more, earning a strangled groan from you for his efforts. He does this to you again and again and again until he's plowing you at a feverish pace. He's growling like an animal as he fucks you like one, baring his teeth before clamping down on your neck, not hard enough to draw blood but just rough enough to leave a mark to remember him by. His arms wrap around you in an iron grip, crushing the air out of your lungs. There's no way you can stop yourself as everything he does pushes you closer and closer to the edge. One final thrust forces his knot inside your worn-out ass and you cum, shooting spurts of pearly white onto the wolf's black tank top. He follows suit soon after, the massive organ pumping with every beat of his heart and sending thick ropes of cum deep into your stomach. It burns its so hot, but you wouldn't have it any other way
"Looks like you're going to be stuck on my lap for another hour or so, sweetheart, but we still gotta get to my place," he says, before opening the door to backseat. In an impressive display of strength he carries you, still locked on his knot, into the driver's seat. Starting the car, he begins the motions of him getting ready to go home despite the additional "passenger". He rubs your back, humming softly.
"Hold on tight, boy. It's going to be a long and bumpy ride."