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I shuddered in the six-inch deep snow. The small white flakes rested on my exposed muzzle as I waited outside the Murrosa Hotel. The little fur that was exposed to the air stood on end as if they were going to jump off my skin. My white tail tip disappeared in this wintry wasteland, along with my white digits. I rubbed my heavy, thermal jacket and felt as though my legs would shake so hard they would shatter.

I pulled out his phone and wiped away some flakes that trickled onto the screen. The clock read 21:46.

Goddamit, I thought. He said he'd be here by nine...

He, being the mystery actor who a good friend set me up with. My friend's words only hours before kept running through my mind. You're both lonely on Valentine's Day, might as well get a fuck out of it. Right now, though, I was doubting my friend had gone through and actually-

"Scout?" a soft, mellow voice spoke behind the fox.

I turned and almost fell backwards into the snow. Standing in front of me was the three time Oscar winning actor, Tyler Hawn. I dipped my head, then met the wolf's grey eyes, then dipped my head down again.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Tyler Hawn?!

"Are you Scout?" Hawn asked again.

"What? Oh! Oh, yeah, I'm...uh...Scout," I said, fumbling for the last word.

Hawn's muzzle adorned a broad smile. "Cool, I guess you're my date for tonight. Oh and nice stud."

I brushed my paw over the white stainless steel stud on my right ear and smiled. "Thank you."

We stood there in awkward silence for about a minute before he spoke up. "So what are you doing out here? Wouldn't you want to be inside?" he asked.

I mumbled a silent curse to myself before saying, "The assholes wouldn't let me stay inside because I'm not 'apart of the Murrosa family'."

Hawn scoffed at that then proceeded to put his arm around me. He leaned on me for only a few seconds but I felt like I was going to topple over. His equally heavy jacket made it impossible to gauge his musculature, if I hadn't already known. I remember the scene when he went skinny dipping in the movie The Dog Next Door and...let's just say it was probab;y one of the greatest things I've seen.

I looked down at his lower body and couldn't help but smile. Imagine...Tyler Hawn is going to be inside of me!

I followed him through the snow shivering until we made it into the lobby. The hard marble floor, coupled with the white leather furniture, made me feel out of place in my brown jacket and jeans. The lobby itself was massive. I could probably fit ten of my three bedroom apartment in here, with a little room for a pool or whatever. To the side was an elegant bar with white countertops and plush black leather chairs. The back of the hotel was a large staircase that led to the first floor where most of the elevators were located. But most, being stars and what have you, use special elevators that the hotel provides to have more class segregation. The ferret at the reception desk saw me (the same one who threw me out earlier) and was about to make her way over when Hawn guided me to bar.

We drank about four margaritas (I probably would have had more, they were the best I had ever had; the flavor was just exquisite, and the pomegranate, oh lord, don't even get me started) then he pulled me towards the elevators, but not before placing a very generous tip on the counter.

We used the common elevators, probably because there weren't that many people to see, and got off on the tenth floor. We had to walk a while, but soon enough, we made it to the presidential suite. He clicked his card through and opened the large white doors. I think my wallet jumped out of my pocket and ran into traffic. The room we walked into had a large, four seater couch and was facing a HD television that clung to the wall. The lights outside the room were sparkling against the dark oak furniture. The moon shone high in the sky, getting ready to enjoy the show.

"You okay?" Hawn asked, already inside the room.

I shook my head and stepped into the suite with him. "Yeah, sorry, I just never got to see something this cool before."

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath. Calm down, Scout. You've done this before. And you can do it now.

"Hey," Hawn interrupted. "You comin'?" He smiled as he waved to the adjoining room which housed more expensive furniture and a king sized bed. As soon as I crossed the living room and made it into the bedroom, his large frame assaulted me.

He spared no time. The wolf ripped off my jacket, then my shirt, exposing my naked chest to the cool air. I did the same while he unfastened his belt. I pulled his paws away and led them up my body as I got on my tiptoes to lick his neck. He was strong, and shook his paws out of mine, and pulled me close to him. The warmth that radiated off of him made the room feel like a sauna. I managed to squeeze my paws in between us and under his shirt and ran then against his hard abs.

We pulled apart and he smiled down at me. And I couldn't help smiling back at him. He tried to pull me in again, but I graciously danced away from his grip and sat on the edge of the bed. He got the idea. The muscular wolf came over to me and put one paw on my neck, ruffling my fur, and the other on his chiseled ass. I made quick work and unfastened his belt and pants before dropping them to the floor. He stepped out of them and this time out both paws on my neck as I bent down and ran my moist tongue against his thin underwear. My muzzle formed to his large sheath as I wagged my tongue against his now-hard member.

Hawn let out several deep breaths and dug his paws into my neck, urging me on. After a couple licks, I dropped his underwear and his red cock bobbed in front of my short muzzle. The organ shined in the soft moonlight, and I could see a glimmer of pre on his tip. I went to work and licked the entire length before sticking it in my mouth. The salty precum assaulted my tongue and begged me go faster. I wagged my tongue against the bottom of his nine-inch member and took it all in so that his tip tickled the back of my throat.

I wanted to keep going, his aroused scent and his bottled moans sent my arousal skyrocketing. But he pulled away from me and proceeded to take off his shirt, exposing his muscles to the light. The movies were nothing compared to the real thing. His abs shown through his fur and his pecs looked like small sandbags. He smiled and stepped closer until my muzzle was poking his abs.

I let my tongue glide over his body until he pushed me down. I felt the bed sink as he got on. Hawn held me down and looked my body over with a hungry glint to his eye. And before I knew it, he had undone my jeans and cast them aside with my boxers. Now my body was exposed, my cock inches away from his. He leaned down until they touched and dry humped as our tongues elegantly danced together.

We made out for a while before I set to licking his cock again. I felt his weight shift and I looked to the side to see him extract a small plastic bottle. My heart was beating out of my chest. It was finally time.

Hawn turned me over onto my stomach and I heard the bottle being squeezed. A couple seconds later I jumped when the icy cool lube was being pressed into my tight hole. He patted my butt to tell me it was ok and then I heard the bottle being squeezed again.

Then something hard poked me. I whimpered and moaned and pleaded with him to stick it inside me. Finally, after the sixth poke, he relented and slowly dug his way into me. I had never been done by anyone so big before, and as he creeped into me, it hurt like hell. The pain was explosive but after he got himself in, the pain eased up.

He started slowly, barely moving his hips. It wasn't until I bucked up against him and felt his cock poke my prostate and I let a loud moan escape my muzzle, that he started to go faster. With every thrust he brushed my prostate that sent waves of euphoria throughout my body. I shuddered and moaned, the noise gradually increasing as he sped up the pace. He drove himself into me, leaning over me and putting one paw on my ass and the other on the bed to keep himself up. The pain was all but gone, and replaced with waves of pleasure. My claws tore the expensive sheets as I gripped something, anything, to hold onto. I slammed my paws into the comforter and let my body rise to meet his.

He moved his paw from my ass to my chest, and held me as he drilled into me. My toes curled and the moans turned into screams as he got closer and closer to climaxing. the pace started to pick up, even faster than before. The short thrusts were interrupted by long drawn out humps that made me screams with pleasure and beg for more. I placed my paw on his ass and pushed forward, hoping it was time.

And sure enough, it was. I felt something baseball shaped slap against my ass and I wanted it. I needed it. I needed his whole cock inside me. So I bucked back against him until I felt my hole being stretched to its limit. I moaned and groaned but he kept inching his way forward. Finally, the familiar pop and the large wolf on top of me shuddered. His seed spilled into me, coating my insides with a sticky mess. he gave a coupled more thrusts before gripping my cock in his paw. He jerked me with quick thrusts, but it didn't take me long to cum. I moaned as my cum drenched the sheets and as Hawn licked my neck as I came.

I collapsed onto my mess, Hawn still attached. I was panting furiously, that had to have been the best fuck I have had in a long time, maybe ever. I turned on my side and the wolf's huge arms draped around me.

"If you're not in a rush," he whispered softly into my ear, "you could stay awhile."

I smiled. "And do what, exactly?"

He ran his claw up my side, and I shuddered at the touch. "We could take a nap." He then let his tongue glide over my neck. "We could do it again."

My smile got broader. "Encore, it is."