“You look so good like this,” I tell her, because I can’t not tell her. “Bouncing on my cock, tits swaying, taking me so deep. Could watch you forever.”
Her pussy clenches around me, and I groan. She likes the dirty talk. I’ve learned that over the past hours. The filthier I get, the wetter she gets.
“Feel how wet you are?” I slide one hand around to her ass, grip the soft flesh there. “Dripping all over my balls. Making a mess of both of us. You’re gonna be leaking my come for days after this.”
“Ben.” Her voice is breathless, desperate. “More.”
“More what?” I tease, even though I know exactly what she wants. “More talking? More touching? More of my cock splitting this pretty pussy open?”
“All of it.” She’s riding me harder now, chasing her pleasure. “All of you.”
I sit up suddenly, changing the angle, and she cries out. From here I can kiss her, can wrap my arms around her, can feel every inch of her body pressed against mine. She wraps her legs around my waist and grinds down, and we both moan.
“I’ve got you.” I kiss her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. “I’ve always got you, Tessa. Even when you don’t want me to.”
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her pussy flutters around me, the way her breath catches, the way her whole body starts to tremble. I reach between us, find her clit, and press.
She comes with a cry, her whole body seizing around me. Her pussy clamps down so hard I see stars, milking me, trying to pull me over the edge with her. But I grit my teeth and hold on. I’m not done with her yet.
“One more,” I murmur against her throat as she shakes through the aftershocks. “Give me one more, and then I’ll knot you.”
“I can’t.” But even as she says it, her hips are still moving, still grinding against me.
“You can.” I kiss her deep, swallow her whimper. “You’ve been so good, Tessa. So fucking perfect. One more.”
I ease her off me, and she makes a sound of protest that goes straight to my cock. “Shh. I’ve got you. Just want to try something.”
I guide her onto her hands and knees, positioning her in front of me. The sight of her like this, ass in the air, pussy glistening with slick and my pre-come, makes my cock throb painfully.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I run my hands over her ass, her hips, the curve of her waist. “Look at you. All spread out for me.”
“Ben.” She’s trembling, but she doesn’t move. Trusts me completely. “Please.”
“Please what?” I lean down, press a kiss to the small of her back. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
“Please fuck me.” The words come out desperate, needy. “Please knot me. I need you, Ben. Need you so much.”
I line myself up and push inside in one smooth stroke.
The angle is different like this, deeper somehow, and Tessa moans so loud I’m briefly worried about Elijah and Milo sleeping on the other side of the nest. Then I stop caring about anything except the way her pussy grips me, the way her back arches, the way she pushes back to meet my thrusts.
“That’s it.” I set a steady pace, deep and slow, hitting that spot inside her with every stroke. “Take my cock. This is what you needed, isn’t it? To be fucked and filled and owned.”
“Yes.” She’s gripping the blankets, her knuckles white. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I speed up, my hips snapping against her ass with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin fills the nest, mixed with our moans and the obscene wet noise of my cock driving into her soaked pussy.
“You’re mine, Tessa.” The words come out before I can stop them, possessive and raw. “You hear me? Mine. This needypussy is mine. These sounds you’re making, they’re mine. Come on my cock. Show me who you belong to.”
“Yours.” She’s crying now, tears streaming down her face, but I know they’re not sad tears. Just overwhelmed. “Ben, I’m yours. I’m?—”
She comes again, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I have to stop moving. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, making her whole body shake, and I hold her hips and let her ride it out.
My knot is swelling. I can feel it, the base of my cock thickening, ready to lock us together. But I pause. I want this to be different.
I pull out carefully, ignoring her whimper of protest, and guide her onto her back. I need to see her face for this part. Need to look into her eyes.
“Hi.” I settle between her thighs, brush hair from her sweaty forehead. “There you are.”
