“K-kinda!”
“Did the one in your book fuck very hard?”
“N-not as h-hard as you.”
Duke’s gaze darkened; he circled Nat’s hole with his thumb.
Nat moaned, then moaned louder when Duke pushed three fingers into him. “Oh, gods!”
“You open so easily for me,” Duke growled. “Still wet from this morning.”
Duke had buried himself deep in Nat this morning, knotted him, and pumped him full of cum.
“I like when you mark me inside,” Nat admitted in a wheeze.
“Good.” Duke rubbed Nat’s prostate lightly, then harder, until Nat’s legs shook uncontrollably and he clawed at the couch, his balls pulling tight. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Duke closed his mouth around Nat’s cock, swallowing him all the way down. His mouth was hot, wet. And his fingers crooked hard against Nat’s sweet spot.
Nat came with a howl, thrashing even as Duke held him down.
Duke was suddenly on top of him, his thick red cock jutting out of his fist. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Duke rasped, rubbing his blunt tip against Nat’s open hole. “You get so fucking wet when you come. It’s like you’re begging me to fill you up, stretch you out. Fuck you ‘til you’re open and loose, leaking my cum.”
Nat clutched at him, dragging him closer. “Please, please.” He opened his legs wider.
“Please what, Nat?” Duke brushed a kiss against his ear. “Please tease you with my cock?”
Nat could’ve cried. “Knot me!”
“Mmm. I can’t knot you right now. But I can do this.” Duke rubbed his tip all over Nat’s hole, smearing precum everywhere. Then he pushed in, his heavy thickness surging deep.
Nat came around him, and again when Duke began fucking him into the couch. He couldn’t think. He could only open his legs wider, dragging Duke closer by his shirt, his lungs full of Duke’s brimstone scent. “S-so full,” Nat moaned.
“Yeah? You like this?” Duke changed the angle of his thrusts, pounding against Nat’s prostate on every stroke. Nat shook and gasped. “So lovely, sweetheart. Taking all of me. Your pretty body begging for my cum.”
Duke pinned Nat’s legs open and filled him with every inch, on and on until Nat only knew the pleasure of his alpha inside him, Duke’s hungry gaze, his rolling hips.
“I’m going to breed you with this load. Just like how I bred you this morning. Feel this here?” Duke pushed all the way in, and held still. “That’s me pressed up against the mouth of your womb. Getting ready to shoot a load inside.”
Nat came so hard, he blacked out for a second. When he blinked himself back, Duke was panting, fucking him harder, his knots starting to swell—the larger knot at his very base, and the smaller knot just above it.
“I want your knots,” Nat whimpered.
Duke swore. “I can give you the smaller one. Just for a while. But I can’t stay long, sweetheart. I promise I’ll knot you properly tonight.”
Nat nodded eagerly and squeezed his insides, drawing a snarl from Duke’s lips.
Duke pushed into him and came, big thick pulses flooding Nat inside. He pressed his smaller knot into Nat’s body, sliding it in and out to get Nat’s hole used to its size. Then he let Nat’s rim close around it, his larger knot pressing against the outside of Nat’s hole.
Nat moaned, grinding onto Duke, trying to get him deeper.
“Just making sure you’re pregnant with my cub,” Duke whispered, pinning Nat’s hips in place. “All of my fertile cum going into your womb.”
He pressed a sloppy kiss to Nat’s throat, sucking lightly on him there. Then he nuzzled the corner of Nat’s lips. “I have to get going.”
Nat whined. “I should be the one reminding you about that.”
Duke kissed his jaw. “I did fuck you senseless. You’re allowed some time to recover.”
He rubbed Nat’s arms, then slowly eased his cock out of Nat’s body. Except he was still coming, hot white jets shooting all over Nat’s thighs.
