“S-so big! Mmmm!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it fits.”
Ottis’ ass ached; he was making so much slick. “Now?”
“Mmm. Where’s your phone?”
Ottis waved desperately at his forgotten clothes and raised his ass, trying to tempt Doc inside. “Please.”
Doc swore. He was a large, heavy weight on top of Ottis, strong thighs clamping around Ottis and holding him in place. He pushed two fingers into Ottis’ hole and scissored them; Ottis wheezed, pleasure throbbing through his body.
“So good for me,” Doc murmured. He pushed a third finger inside, thrusting them all firmly into Ottis’ ass. It wasn’t enough. Then Doc added a fourth, and Ottis realized then that his human cock was huge too.
“Now. I want your cock now,” Ottis whined, raising his hips.
“Fuck.” Doc pulled out his fingers and leaned to one side. Clothing rustled. Then he settled back on top of Ottis and held him down, one hand between his shoulder blades. The alpha nudged his tip between Ottis’ cheeks. Precum squirted onto Ottis’ stretched hole, leaking in.
“I’ll probe you now,” Doc murmured.
He pushed in, a thick hard length that stretched Ottis so wide, Ottis came around him.
Doc swore, snapping his hips forward. His cock shoved deeper; Ottis wheezed and clutched the sheets, his eyes rolling back.
He was about to come again when Doc slowed down and stopped completely.
“Passcode to your phone?”
“6699!”
“Mmm. Nice.” Doc rewarded him with a few thrusts; Ottis bit down hard on his lower lip. Except Doc got distracted with Ottis’ phone, whatever he was doing with it. Ottis didn’t care. He rocked himself on Doc’s thick length, squirting when Doc hit his prostate.
“F-feels so good,” Ottis whimpered.
Doc’s breath rushed out. Ottis’ phone case squeaked in his grip. “You—You take selfies of your stretched hole, sweetheart? Were you sending them to someone?”
“No, but I thought about it. Dating apps,” Ottis admitted. “Wanted a quick fuck.”
Doc didn’t say anything, but Ottis heard the slide of his finger across the screen, multiple times. Like he was flipping through Ottis’ gallery of dick pics and hole pics, maybe enlarging them to get a closer look. Oh, gods.
“Mmmm. Don’t send them. Your hole belongs to me now.”
And he held Ottis down, slamming his cock inside. Ottis came with a cry, clutching at the sheets.
“That’s it,” Doc panted, fucking in again. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart. You’re taking it like you were meant to be mine. Sucking down my cock like it’s everything you want.”
“It isss,” Ottis whined. “Want your cum. Want your knot. Please.”
Doc breathed out shakily. “Fuck.” He gave Ottis more vicious thrusts, until Ottis came on his cock again. Then Doc slowed down, still tinkering on Ottis’ phone. His breathing was unsteady though, quiet growls escaping him. His cock kept pulsing in Ottis’ body, like it wanted badly to unload. It was probably leaking so much precum into Ottis’ ass.
Ottis thought maybe he had perished and gone to heaven. Being impaled like this, Doc’s cock nudging against his prostate—it was never-ending pleasure, and it would only get better if he had the alpha’s knot.
“Want your knot,” Ottis begged. “Please.”
“What’s your password to this app?” Doc held the phone in front of Ottis’ face.
Ottis told him. Doc rewarded him by fucking him into another orgasm. Then he repeated that process, getting more and more passwords out of Ottis, until Ottis was a drooling puddle on the bed, fucked loose and blissed out.
After what seemed like an eternity, Doc finally set down Ottis’ phone. “You’ve been amazing, sweetheart.” Then he gripped the back of Ottis’ neck the way a wolf alpha might bite him, and thrust hard into Ottis’ ass like he was staking a claim.
