s I begin to trail my fingers down to my clit, the thoughts of being bred by him, of not just being his bitch, but his breeding bitch became too much. With my fingers hovering just above my clit, I feel my orgasm build, hard. And I quickly plunge the base of my palm against my clit, with my fingers splayed against his fat knot and my stretched lips. I press hard, and feel the pleasure pulling, pushing, building, and… Before it I can erupt in orgasm, I feel Brutus adjust himself, he pulls his paws off of my hips, now covered in his scratches, and pulls his leg over my ass. In doing so, his knot pulls against my lips, stretching me harder, and applying a new pressure against my g-spot. His dick squishes against my cervix in a new way, and my orgasm builds higher, harder. His leg comes around and he sets himself against me, pressing ass-to-ass. The way a dog breeds a bitch. In this position his knot pulls harder against my lips, my g-spot is being pressed on directly, and my cervix is experiencing a harder, more needful pressure from the head of his dick. In this position, I truly am his bitch. I groan in abject pleasure, feeling his knot tugging at me, feeling his sperm invading me. Feeling his need pouring inside of me. My pussy quivers against the palm of my hand, shuddering against his huge red dick and sucking in more of his endless sperm into my womb. My left hand grips the covers hard, and I bite down on the mattress, suffocating the loudest orgasm yet. A roar or pure pleasure, of submission, of fulfillment.
