Thorin crawls on the bed behind me and spreads my cheeks. “Jesus, why is your hole doing that?” he asks, slicking himself up. “It’s pulsing.”
“That’s what happens when a smaller shifter mates with a knotting shifter. My body is preparing for your massive cock,” I explain, entirely without irony.
“I don’t have a lot of control right now,” he growls, pressing two lubed fingers right at my entrance.
I look back, panting. “Neither do I. Look, I don’t need any more prep. Just fuck me before I peck your eyes out.”
“I could hurt you.”
“No, you won’t. Promise. Just… wreck me. Fuck me. Hard and fast.” When he’s not impaling me within two seconds, I widen my eyes at him and shout, “Now!”
He takes a deep breath, then shoves his fat cockhead past my sensitive and greedy ring of muscle.
“Fucking yesss.”
I hiss and chortle as he rapidly bottoms out, then arch, nearly cracking my spine in half as I give into the deep, necessary pleasure. Before, anyone fucking me would have to aim for a specific spot, but now everything up there feels like a magic runway, and the thick ridge of his massive erection is making my eyes roll back in my head as it drags along every nerved-up inch.
“Oh,fuck,” I shout, saliva dripping from my open mouth.
He stills. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” I say, still drooling. “More, please.”
He pulls back, almost all the way out, then sinks back inside me like he owns the place, grunting and snarling.
“Yes, yes,yes,” falls out of my mouth. “Mmf. Please. Harder.”
Gripping my hips, he gives me everything I need, pumping furiously, setting my nerves on edge.
“Fuck, the way your hole is gripping me… so tight,” he growls. “I’m going to fill you and knot you and then do it all over again.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, losing my grip on reality.
With one final body-shaking thrust, he buries himself in me, his body vibrating as he howls through his orgasm. I go over, too, unable to hold back a second longer. I come and come and come, leaving a pool of the good stuff on my fancy duvet.
Impossibly, he thickens even more. “Poe, I can’t stop the knot. Want me to pull out?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I whine, pushing back against him. “Stretch me, Thorin. Please.”
He presses deep inside, bottoming out once more as the base of his cock swells, reigniting all of those happy places inside me. I moan as the delicious strain intensifies.
“Fuck, beautiful. Look at you all stretched around my knot,” he says, wonder in his tone.
I pull away, loving the tug, loving how fucking trapped I am on his cock right now.
“Ah, ah, ah. Poe, when you pull away like that… fuuuuck,” he says, as more heat fills me.
I squeeze and pull, extending his orgasm, living for how stuffed full of him I am. He reaches forward, grabbing my sensitive cock with his slicked fingers and palm. With the slightest tilt of his hips, he sends me into orbit all over again, adding to the growing lake of cum below me.
Slowly, he rolls us to the side, helping me to avoid the enormous wet spot. Grunting, he pulls up the edges of the duvet and slips it out from under us.
“Fuck, another.” I groan, grateful when he catches my release—oh, oh, oh,still going—on the soft material before tossing it to the floor.
He groans as well, and more of his cum fills me, swelling my belly.
“Making you come makes me come,” he says, yipping as he adjusts us on our sides.
I lean back against his broad chest, shimmying up against him, pleased as more heat blooms inside me. “As does any moving around at all, it seems.”
