The thought has me perfuming and making a low growl escape Tate.
“Get on your hands and knees and present that sweet little pussy for your Alpha,” he rumbles against my ear.
I think I die from his tone and the rough way he helps flip me on the bed. With my stomach flat against the mattress, I do as he says, pushing my ass up into the air for him.
This position feels so exposing, raw, and dirty.
I fucking love it.
“Such a good girl for me,” he groans, and I swear I can hear his wide smile as he says it.
The clank of his belt buckle and zipper have me keening with want, and the thought of him fucking me with his cut on makes me wetter.
It’s what I always wanted, what I always dreamed about. A rough biker who’s only sweet for me but treats me like his property at the same time.
Next time I’ll need him to record it so I can watch it again and again… and again.
His large hands knead my ass cheeks, causing a needy whimper to fall from me. He lets out a dark chuckle and fuck, it has a rush of want flowing through me. I can feel my slick dripping down my thighs in anticipation.
I desperately need to feel his rough, demanding hands on my body, for him to shove his large cock deep inside of me and give me his knot. But the sadistic bastard just keeps grazing his fingertips along my skin touching me everywhere he can, but not in the way I crave. I feel some hope as he climbs behind me, his hard length pressing against the crack of my ass cheeks, but he doesn’t push inside.
His hands stroke up and down my back before one of his hands slides down the back of my neck and grips my hair roughly, pushing my face harder into the mattress.
“Good?” he tests.
“Yes, more. Please, Tate.”
He squeezes one ass cheek before fisting himself and slowly sliding the head of his length inside of me. He doesn’t press in deep, only giving me a few inches. His hand is relentless in my hair, so I finally give in and start to beg.
“I want your knot. No, Ineedyour knot.”
“That’s not a nice way to ask,” he tsks with a smack to the underside of my left cheek.
I think I nearly come on the spot, my pussy clenching around what little of his length he’s giving me. I could definitely get down with more of that. He smacks my ass again, and my back arches, my body involuntarily begging him to fuck me before my mouth does.
“Please. Please, give me your knot. I need it.” I’m pathetic as I plead with him, but I don’t even care.
Tate tugs on my hair hard as he roughly thrusts inside of me, giving me every single inch of him all at once.
I can’t help the near scream that rips out of me from the delicious stretch. The pain mixed with the immense amount of pleasure is going to send me over the edge far too quickly.
I consider begging him for his knot again, but he already seems so full of himself, so I don’t give him the satisfaction.
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this pussy,” he states with a growl in his voice.
Tate keeps my head pressed to the mattress, and I fist the sheets as he takes what he wants. He’s rough with me, although I can’t help but think it feels more like worship. The way he’s fucking me and holding me like I’m the only thing that matters in his world is consuming, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough. With each thrust, more of our combined arousal drips from my core until it’s coating my thighs, and you can hear the sticky wetness of my pussy as our flesh meets.
How can I be so full of him but still want so much more? I want him to knot me roughly and sink his teeth into my neck, claiming me as brutally as he is now. No, I fucking need it.
His hand smacks my ass once more before he wraps it around my middle as he tugs me by my hair so that my back is pressed against his front. The leather of his cut is cool against my heated skin, making me shiver. Tate doesn’t stop thrusting inside of me as he holds me up and his mouth presses against my neck.
“This is what you want, darlin’? You want my knot deep inside of you and my mark on your fuckin’ neck?”
“Please, Alpha.” It comes out as a whimper, and he pushes his knot into me, making my knees buckle.
His hand leaves my hair so he can wrap both of his arms around me and rut me from behind. I use his muscular arms for purchase, likely digging my nails into his flesh as he slides a hand down my torso to play with my clit.
“Gonna mark you as mine, Lily Rose,” he says softly.
