“Go on,” I said, nudging her with my hips.“Use my cock.”
She made a small, broken sound—then she moved.
No fight. No snide remarks. No claws.
She braced her hands into the pillows and rocked back against me—slow at first, then harder, faster—each movement more desperate than the last. Her arse swayed, flesh slapping against my knot as her tight cunt leaked all over me, polishing my cock.
The more desperate she became, the more I forced myself to hold back.
Her back gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat as she worked herself on me.
“Need more,” she whimpered, trying—and failing—to impale herself on my knot.
Oh.
She was gone.
There was no resistance left at all.
I pulled out of her, and before she could protest, I twisted her around and laid her on her back. Her eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, and she lifted herself instinctively—offering herself to me.
“I’ll give you my knot,” I said, gripping her legs and lifting them.
I spread her legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.
“Hold yourself open for me.”
She did.
Her eyes were dazed, unfocused, but she folded herself neatly in two, offering her needy cunt without hesitation. She was drenched—slick spilling in rivulets down to her arse. Her pussy was swollen, her clit protruding. I brushed my fingers over it and she twitched, grunting low, animal.
Perfect.
I could watch her take my knot.
I dragged my hand slowly over her damp flesh—
Belly.
Ribs.
Breasts.
Until I reached her throat.
“Now watch,” I said.
She nodded.
I placed my cock at her opening, pushing the fat head between her lips as she sighed and sank into her slick, velvety cunt. It clutched and massaged me, welcoming me back—but I wanted to see it stretch. Blossom. Take my knot.
I gripped the swollen mess at my base, squeezing hard enough to register pain.
Now we were both ready.
I released her throat and braced my hands on the bed, glancing between our bodies before easing my hips back.
The only pussy in the world that could take me.
