“Fuck,” he swears as he kicks my legs apart, his fingers entering me for the first time.
It’s a snug fit. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he takes on a rhythm, pumping his fingers into me until I’m seeing stars.
“You’re so tight, how the fuck can you be so tight?”
He praises the tightness, the warmth, and everything else. The orgasm builds, and I know I’m about to explode at any moment, but I don’t want it like this. It’s not enough.
“Major, please.”
“Please, what?”
If anything, begging makes him pump deeper into me, his fingers curl and hit a place that makes me forget every word of the English language.
“What do you need, baby? I can give you anything.”
I whimper unintelligible words. We started this with me in the power position, but he switched it around so fast that I’m left here at his mercy.
“I need your knot, Major.”
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She shouldn’t ask for it, but she does, so fucking unafraid I feel the moment my whole body unravels. There’s no other option but to give her what she asks, even if it’s about to break me.
I’ve never knotted anyone.
I’ve had sex before with Betas, girls who could overlook what they thought was a birth deformity, but I never cared to explain enough about our world to ask them if they could take my knot. It never felt right to do that without a mate bond, so I didn’t. Veda squeezing my knot is all I’ve ever wanted, and I can’t deny myself for a second longer.
With my free hand, I open the button and lower the zipper, thunder inside as I face what I’m about to do. I told myself I was going to keep away from her, that I wasn't falling into this trap of having her and then watching her go, but she’s right. What good did that do? I want her even more than I wanted her before. I miss her mischievous smile, the silly way she likes to get on my nerves. I miss eating every meal withher, and the way she perfumes so good when we take care of her. I miss rolling my eyes at every cute outfit she has in that suitcase of hers.
My cock springs out of my underwear, piercings shining under the light. I wonder if she still remembers when I told her about them. I wonder if she thought about them as I thought about her taking it all.
“There’s no coming back from this, baby.”
She might not fully understand, and I need to be very clear with her. I’m too old to play games, and she doesn’t deserve half-truths spilling from my lips.
“After this, you’re mine. I can’t walk away. I held myself back because you deserve so much more than what I have to offer, but listen carefully, baby girl. If you want this, you have to want my heart, too. It’s yours to keep.”
The words of a fool, god knows my heart is hers, whether she wants it or not. My cock presses over her entrance, and I hold myself still, not to plunge into her before time. Her delicate throat works under my fingers, and I wait. I need her words.
“I want all of you, Major.Please.”
Her words are a balm to my soul, food for my hungry heart. I let out a groan as I feed her my length, holding my breath as the first piercing makes inside, pushing her against the table. She’s so fucking tight, and the piercing enhances how tiny. She’s making me see stars, and I’m not even halfway in. Slowly, I don’t want to split her in half, and that’s what it feels like it's happening. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I push another inch in, and the next piercing.
“Major?” It’s somewhere between moaning and a question.
“Can you feel them inside you? Every piercing?”
“Oh god.”
Tight, warm, and impossible. My jaw ticks, and I try to take control of myself. I don’t want to push her too hard, take too much. Veda cries out, and I freeze.
“Am I hurting you?”
Fuck, I can’t imagine stopping right now, but I will if she asks me.
“Don’t stop! Are you insane? You’re not hurting me, Major.”
