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His chuckle is strained, and he kisses me, leaning down to lick his tongue against mine. I taste myself on his lips, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I know you can, wildcat,” he murmurs. “But you’ve seen how big I am. So we’ll go slow until your pussy stretches for me, then I’ll fuck you nice and fast, all right? And when you’re coming, I’ll give you my knot and lock us together.”
“Ohh!”
He breaches me, and I realize he might be right. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anybody, and Bowen is large. I try to glance down to where his cock is slowly sinking inside me, but my pants are in the way. I’m pinned to the picnic table, unable to move, and it’s the best place in the universe.
“That’s it.” He sinks in an inch then withdraws again. “Can you take a little more?”
I gasp at the next push, convinced I’m stretched to my limit. He reaches so far inside me, my body protests, but he stops, waiting me out, and I breathe to relax.
He slips another half an inch deeper and curses softly. “You’re being so good, baby. Taking my cock so well. Only you can take my knot.”
His big body is taut over me, the tendons in his neck straining, and I understand how difficult this must be for him. I reach up to cup his cheek. Bowen nuzzles into my palm, presses a kiss to my wrist, and lets out a ragged exhale.
“More,” I whisper. “I can take more.”
He nods, trusting me, and takes my ass in both hands. He pulls out almost completely, then sinks back inside, and this time, with the changed angle, he hits that wonderful spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“Ah!”
I arch my back, and Bowen sinks deeper, until his knot bumps my pussy. His hot skin lies flush with mine, and I feel fuller than I ever have.
It’s never been like this before.
He retreats, then slams back in, harder. “I keep my promises, Lainey. I’ll go as hard as you need me to.”
My tits bounce on the next slide, so I cup them both, pinching my nipples like he did before.
He hisses in a breath. “So fucking perfect, touching yourself like that. I’m gonna come so hard for you, baby. Are you ready for my knot?”
“Yes! Touch me,” I beg. “My-my clit. Please!”
“Fuck, yes.”
He holds on to my ass with one hand and drops the other between us, finding my clit. Sparks explode inside me the moment he touches it, and I cry out, overwhelmed.
If I was bringing myself off, alone, I might have paused here and given myself some time to breathe, but Bowen is relentless, fucking me deeply so every stroke hits my G-spot just right.
The climax builds inside me, a whirlwind of fire that I’m powerless to stop.
“Feels—so—good!”
I grip the front of Bowen’s t-shirt and tug him in for a kiss. He smiles, his lips quirking against mine, and I should probably be less demanding, but he seems to love it, so I tighten my grip on him and don’t let go.
The angle between us changes. He leans in close to kiss me deeply, and I fly, my body locking up. I shake and gasp. Sparks explode through my belly, and my pussy clenches around Bowen’s cock. He keeps fucking me, pushing through my orgasm.
And just when I think I’m done, he presses forward, relentless. His knot feels like a fist pushing on my pussy, but I’m so wet, so willing, it finally slips inside me.
I throw my head back, my voice stolen from me by the intense pleasure.
It’s incredible. I cry out as the feelings threaten to overwhelm me, but then he’s coming, too, grinding himself against me, his cock so freaking deep.
“Lainey!” He shouts my name and curls his big body over mine. “Fuck—fuck! Baby, you— Oh, damn, that feels amazing. You’re—uh!”
I grin, even though aftershocks pulse through me. But I’ve rendered Bowen speechless, which feels like a cherry on top of an amazing orgasm.
His knot twitches inside me, and I squeeze around him instinctively, drawing another groan from him.
