Chapter 4 #2
Mable wasted no time throwing her thin leg over my hip and sinking down onto my length in a single, precise movement.
I had been inside her only seconds prior, but her sliding back into place was mind-blowing yet again.
She gave me no time to adjust, bouncing on my cock with a renewed vigor, her perky tits dancing for me as she did.
“Jesus fuck!” I groaned, grabbing her hips, but I didn’t stop her movements. I helped her along, lifting and grinding her as I jacked up into her.
I hit that deep spot inside her again, and Mable yelped, squirming but sinking back down immediately. That was the trick—the thing her fantastic pussy craved—and I did it again and again, making sure that I jackhammered right into that exact place every time.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Mable was getting close and thank fucking god. I was holding on for dear life at this point, my cock aching to come, to fill this sweet girl up so much that she would be satisfied for a long while, thinking of this for days, weeks, forever.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me, work that tight pussy on my cock.”
She moaned, a tiny whimper that sounded elated and desperate and embarrassed. Mable had nothing to be embarrassed about. She was spectacular, and nothing I’d done before this had felt as good as claiming her now.
Rut her. Rut what’s yours. Mine, mine, mine.
The thoughts were alien and intense, so much so that I nearly faltered. But then Mable’s walls clenched around me, another gasp tearing from her lungs. I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted her to come for me right fucking now.
Reaching for her clit with my thumb, I pressed on the swollen bud, making her jerk.
“Percy!”
Her walls fluttered around me, slow and intense at first, but growing to a harsh, demanding clamp that sought out my knot as her head fell back and her eyes flickered closed. In a language of no words, Mable cried out for me to knot her, this primal queen on her throne.
“Knot!” she demanded, her voice somehow cute and grumpy, even as she dug her nails into my chest rough enough to score my skin.
“Well, I do aim to please, baby.” I grinned at her as she pressed down on my knot, her pussy stretching for me and so needy that I was pretty sure every drop of blood in my body vacated to my cock.
“Fill me, alpha,” she whispered desperately, rocking her hips and setting me off, causing both of us to detonate.
Stars lit up behind my lids as I gripped Mable tight and pumped ropes of cum deep into her, my cock twitching with each incredible pulse of her pussy.
Brain? Mush.
Limbs? Useless.
Knot? Swollen and elated.
Wave after wave of pleasure racked Mable’s body, drawing out every bit of cum I could give, and all I could do was watch her as my brain struggled to come back to reality. Never before had my knot been so tightly hugged—and it was damn good.
I could never get enough of it.
I could never get enough of her.
The deep primal side of me was so fucking happy that she was filled with my cum, wearing my scent on her skin as our bodies locked in together. I wanted to mark her inside and out, flesh and blood, mind and soul.
Apparently, I was turning into a Neanderthal, but I didn’t really mind.
As every muscle slowly started to relax and we sagged in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow, reality seemed to hit her.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my.”
“Yeah… you kind of dragged me in here.” I laughed lightly, running a hand through her hair, providing a bit of comfort as we both readjusted to the world around us.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried, burying her face in her hands.
Her embarrassment made me chuckle, considering I was knot deep inside her, and she bounced lightly as I tried to hold in the laugh and failed spectacularly.
“Oh! Don’t laugh. It makes your thing throb, and I’m sensitive,” she whined.
“My thing?” I laughed again, making her moan and glare at me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t keep a straight face when you’re calling my cock a thing.”
“It was the best I could think of!” she said, her cheeks bright red as she buried her face in my neck. “I’m so sorry. You can go back to your life when you deflate.”
“That may take a few moments, because your pussy is fucking phenomenal. How are you feeling?”
“Good. Exhausted, but good.” She nodded, gazing up at me through droopy, heavy eyelids. “If only they could bottle up the feeling of a good knot. It would cure insomnia, that’s for sure.”
“I’ll leave you to sleep, but can I give you my number?”
She nodded. “Please do. My phone is charging on the nightstand, you can add your number.”
I smiled. “I’ll do that… when I can reach it.”
It would be somewhat hard to reach over the nest to get her phone when she was still very naked, curled up in my arms, locked on my knot.
I wasn’t complaining, though. I wasn’t looking forward to leaving her, but she was a solo heat kind of girl, and I didn’t want to impose. Once was enough. Hopefully, she would sleep for the next few hours.
It didn’t take long for her to drift into a deep sleep. Once I was sure she was dead to the world, I extracted myself from the nest, resisting the urge to dive back in and stay there until her heat was over.
Picking up her phone, I was pleased to see that there was no lock code so I could add my number to her contacts, all the while making a mental note to tell her she really needed to add a passcode for safety.
Taking one last look at her lying in the nest, a pillow clutched to her chest, her face smooshed adorably into the bedding, I wanted nothing more than to crawl back in for a snuggle.
She was in heat, though, and couldn’t make rational decisions for herself, so all I could do was wait for her phone call.
And fuck, did I want her to call.