Paul
Mutually Assured Orgasm
I was losing myself.
But after the day I’d had, it was all I could ask for.
Between seeing a facsimile of my sister being run through with a sword to finding out that my brother was either resurrected with some form of forbidden necromancy or was some sort of mind-slave, I was chock full of so many emotions—most of them negative—that it felt impossible to navigate.
Except when I was with Cherry.
Despite her chaotic nature, something grounded me whenever I was with her. I didn’t understand it, and I couldn’t really point to the reason, but what did that matter? The important thing was that being around her, andinsideher, was a respite I never could have asked for.
And yet there she was, lying below me, begging me to fill her.
It wastooperfect.
It felt like I didn’t deserve it, like it wasn’t possible that Icoulddeserve a respite from the storm consuming my family, and yet there Cherry was, offering it to me with open arms and open legs.
While my conscience was frayed all around the edges with everything that had been revealed at the funeral, there was nodoubt in my mind as I aligned myself with her dripping entrance and slowly slid in.
Just like the last time, she was insanely soft, wet, and perfectly willing. Her walls fluttered around me, beckoning me deeper. Deeper.Deeper.
She clenched around me, and I had to breathe in deeply through my nose and out through my mouth not to lose it far too soon. Because, as unlikely as it was to happen twice in a row, I wanted her to come again. Actually, I wanted her to comewithme.
Because if I was being completely honest with myself, I’d only really started to realize who Paul was in the couple of weeks that I’d known Cherry. I’d thought that I was the guy with the impeccable control, the even-keel personality, and the head for business. But those turned out to be things I did, not what made up Paul VanMarche the Third.
“God,” I groaned as I slowly rocked into her. As much as my wolf wanted tofuckand fuck hard until her belly was filled with our seed, I wanted... something else. Something completely inappropriate given our actual relationship. Because ultimately, Cherry was a professional consultant and practically an element of nature. She didn’t seem to be into romance, and she definitely didn’t seem the type for a relationship with a stuffy heir of an even stuffier shifter family. “You feel so good.”
Especially with two—now possibly only one—members of that family having been murdered by God only knew who.
But still, as I held her in my arms and slid in and out of that impossibly velvet pussy of hers, I let myself and my wolf daydream of a future where she’d want something more permanent with us and the both of us would be ready for an actual relationship.
“You make me feel so good,” she whimpered, and goddamn, I loved how utterly fucked out Cherry sounded after orgasming. Itwas somewhere between bewildered, needy, and lustful in a way that fried my brain just right.
“Then come for me, come right on my knot.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes,yes, yes!”
I’ve had my share of flings throughout my life, had casually dated, but I’d never once felt the trappings of romantic love. But now, as her walls clamped down on me so perfectly, as those mismatched eyes of hers stared at me with such compassion, I longed to be ready for such a thing. To be fully open with myself and vulnerable, to come home each day to a partner that I trusted.
An idiotic dream, of course. Likely one brought on by the traumatic circumstances. Once the first rays of the day came down, I had no doubt I would be reminded of the reality that I had a lot of work to do on myself before I could possibly be a suitable partner to anybody. But for the moment, in the soft obsidian cushion of the night, I let myself believe anything was possible.
“Oh, I can feel it!” Cherry breathed, pulling me out from where I’d fallen into my introspection. “Your knot!”
“That’s all for you.Youmade that come out.”
I didn’t need to look down to know that the bulge at the base of my cock was indeed increasing in size, pressing insistently against Cherry’s entrance. Our first time, we’d been going at it so hot and heavy that I’d pushed it in rather than being patient and waiting for Cherry’s body to naturally accept it. She’d loved it at the time, making her satisfaction well known with the scratches down my back, but now…
Now it was different. I didn’t want to take, pillage, or plunder. I wanted us to share in the moment and come apart.Together.
So, I waited, keeping to my long, deliberate thrusts while also kissing her, and having my hands rove over her beautiful,athletic body. While she didn’t have all the curves and BBLs that were so popular in media, that didn’t matter. Cherry was unapologeticallyCherry,and insanely gorgeous in a way entirely unto herself. It drove me mad, perfectly mad, but for once I rejected the control I had so meticulously fought for all my life and let myself get lost in her chaos.
I gripped her hips, my thumbs stroking the strong muscle there. I caressed her breasts, teasing at her nipples until those perfect lips of hers fell open in a desperate gasp. I slid my fingers between where we were joined, circling her clit so she could dance along the edge of ecstasy while I rushed to meet her.
“Oh my god, right there. Yeah, move your fingers just like that!”
I didn’t mind the instructions, not one bit, because as I teased at that little button of oh-so-sensitive nerves, I felt her react, opening to me until, finally, my knot popped past her entrance and began to expand fully inside of her.