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“You wanna be stretched?” I rasp. “Let’s see how deep you’ll take me.”
She gasps like I’ve just dropped her from ten thousand feet.
And then I slam back in.
She breaks. Her eyes roll back, her hands scrabbling at the sheets like the bed personally offended her.
“Fucking -Ash-”
“You asked for this,” I growl, thrusting harder. “Said you wanted to be knotted. Said you could handle it.”
I snap my hips again, brutal and precise. Her whole body jolts.
“So you’re gonna take it.”
Thrust.
“Every. Inch.”
Thrust.
“Every.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Drop.”
The room sounds like war: skin slapping, bedsprings creaking, breath catching in choked sobs of pleasure.
And Rhea? She’s amess. A perfect, shaking, sweat-slicked mess. Clenching around me like she wants to make sure I never leave. Like her cunt is about to apply for joint custody.
“Harder!” she cries. “Ash,please.”
“I’ve got you,” I snarl. “I’ll always have you.”
I slam into her harder, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her eyes glassy and locked on mine like I’m her whole damn world.
“Tell me,” I rasp. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your knot,” she pants. “I want it. Fill me. Claim me.”
Well.Shit.
My control snaps like a bone under pressure. I grip her tighter, thrusting so deep I feel her arch into it, every muscle in her body going taut.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasps.
“Then fucking do it,” I growl. “Come on my cock. Milk me dry.”
She screams my name, body arching off the mattress as her orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy locks down, pulsing around me in rhythmic spasms, soaking me, coating my thighs.
“That’s it - fuck -Rhea -”
Her back bows, body quivering so violently it's like she’s trying to rip my soul out through my dick.
