“Yes.” She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, her pussy dripping slick down to the blankets. “Milo, I’m so close.”
“Already?” I grin despite the strain. “We just started, sweetheart.”
“Can’t help it.” She’s gasping, her inner walls starting to flutter around me. “You feel so good. So deep.”
“Then come.” I speed up, pounding into her. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me.”
She shatters.
Her whole body locks up, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves. She screams my name, actually screams it, andI have to grit my teeth against the urge to follow her over. Not yet. She needs more than one orgasm to take the edge off this heat.
I fuck her through it. Don’t slow down, don’t let up, just keep driving into her while she shakes and moans beneath me. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, her pussy milking my cock, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.
When the first orgasm fades, I shift my angle and start building her toward the second.
“Milo.” She sounds destroyed. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can.” I lean down, press a kiss to her throat. Right over her pulse point, where her scent is strongest. The urge to bite flares and I shove it down ruthlessly. “Your body can take so much more than you think. Let me show you.”
I slide my hand between us, find her clit, and start rubbing circles. She keens, her hips jerking, and I feel her pussy clench around me again.
“That’s it.” I’m breathing hard, sweat dripping down my temples. “Feel that? Feel how wet you are? Your pussy’s dripping all over my cock. Making a mess of both of us.”
“Milo...” She’s sobbing now, overwhelmed. “Please.”
“Please what?” I speed up my fingers, match the pace to my thrusts. “Please make you come again? Please fill you with my knot? Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Use your words.”
“All of it.” The word comes out broken. “Want your knot. Want you to fill me up. Please, Milo, please.”
I can feel my knot starting to swell. It’s been building since I pushed inside her, and now it’s catching at her entrance with every thrust. The pressure is intense, pleasure bordering on pain, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Can you feel it?” I thrust harder, letting my knot tug at her rim. “Feel my knot getting bigger? It’s going to stretch you sowide, sweetheart. Lock us together. Fill you up until you can’t think.”
“Want it.” She’s clawing at my back now. “Want your knot. Please, Milo.”
“Almost.” I’m gritting my teeth, fighting for control. “Need you to come first. Need to feel your pussy milking my cock.”
I press down on her clit and thrust deep, and she explodes.
This orgasm is bigger than the first. Her whole body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me so hard it almost hurts. Slick gushes out around my cock, soaking both of us, and the sight and smell and feel of it destroys the last of my control.
My knot swells to full size. I thrust once more, hard, and it pops inside her, stretching her wide, locking us together.
“Fuck.” I come so hard my vision whites out. I feel myself pulsing inside her, filling her with jet after jet of come, and her pussy is still clenching around me, milking every drop. My knot throbs with each pulse, pressing against her inner walls, and she’s coming again. I can feel it, a third orgasm triggered by the stretch and the fullness.
“Milo.” She’s sobbing my name. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“I know.” I can barely speak. “I know, sweetheart. Just feel it.”
It goes on forever. Wave after wave of pleasure, my knot throbbing inside her, her body trembling beneath me. I’ve never come this hard in my life. Never felt this connected to another person.
When the main pulses finally ease, I collapse onto my forearms, trying not to crush her, trying to remember how to breathe. My cock is still twitching inside her, still releasing the last of my come, and every micro-movement sends aftershocks through both of us.
“Milo.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah.” I press my forehead to hers. “That about covers it.”
She laughs, surprised and real, and the movement makes her clench around my knot. We both groan.
