“So filthy,” he muttered, sliding his hands beneath my arse.“This won’t do.”
His mouth closed over my pussy until I shook, only calming when his tongue found its rhythm. He lapped every inch before plunging deeper, grunting as he consumed his own seed. His fingers spread me, inching closer as his tongue moved lower.
I moaned as pressure built against my asshole. His tongue persisted until it breached me—new, sharp pleasure flooding through me. The deeper he pushed, the more I leaked for him.
He inhaled deeply, rubbing his nose against my pussy, a growl rolling up from his chest.
Bouda growled back.
Not a warning.
Approval.
Not forhim—but for the animal resting within.
I cared for neither.
All I needed was the knot.
???
The water tasted bitter. I shoved the glass away, satisfied when it smashed. Instead, I reached for his cock. It tasted far better.
“See? I told you she wouldn’t drink the water,” he said, gripping my head and pushing me back.“This is what she needs.”
He climbed over me until his limbs bracketed my shoulders. The pillow pinned my head in place. His cock loomed above me, and I opened wide. I grabbed his arse and pulled him closer as the sweetness of apples coated my tongue.
“She’ll get fed, alright. Stop worrying. Look at her,” he said—then paused.“No. Really look at her.”
His dick slid into my throat. My eyes watered, but I swallowed until the thick head pressed past the tight ring.
His fingers tightened in my hair as he began to fuck my neck, pulling and pushing my head along his length while he rasped my name.
My hands rested on his thighs before one slid to his knot. The knot was the key. I needed a taste of his fresh, hot seed. My pussy clenched at the thought.
“Yeah,” he rasped.“Squeeze my knot. Work for your meal, my hot little cock-sucker.”
He swung his hips, meeting my mouth.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
His knot—soft as silk—began to tap against my lips.
I could barely breathe as he forced my head down into the pillows. The wooden headboard creaked when he gripped it. He squatted over me, and his thick cock began to batter its way into my throat. I felt him drive in and out with brute force, my neck stretching and contracting around him. It felt dreamlike—except for the bruising ache that grounded it in reality.
My hands wrapped around his knot, clenching and releasing until his breathing turned ragged.
“Here it comes,” he roared.
I pushed my tongue out past his cock, waiting for my reward. My eyes slid shut as he pulled back.
Warm, thick globs of sweetness coated my tongue, my lips, my chin. I swallowed greedily as he continued to fill my mouth.
I didn’t stop squeezing his knot. I needed every last drop in my belly.
