21. Olive #3
"You taste incredible." He murmurs the praise, his chest heaving with his own aroused breaths. "So sweet."
He crawls up my body, aligning his hips with mine. His broad, muscular chest hovers over me. Sweat shines on his golden skin.
He nudges the head of his cock against my dripping entrance. The thick, engorged knot at the base of his shaft pulses hot against my inner thigh.
I wrap my legs around his waist, my nails digging deep into his muscular back.
He pushes forward. He sinks into my slick, tight pussy with a smooth, relentless thrust. The friction steals all the oxygen from the room.
He fills me, stretching my inner walls wide, but the swollen knot stays on the outside.
He keeps the thickest part of his shaft pressed hot and tight against my sensitive entrance.
"Fuck, Olive." Victor drops his forehead against my shoulder with a ragged groan. "You wrap around me like a glove. You feel perfect."
"Give me everything." I whisper against his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I want all of you."
He sets a punishing, rapid pace. He pulls all the way out and drives back in, burying himself deep inside my heat. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes in the quiet bedroom. The scent of juniper turns thick and intoxicating in the enclosed space.
I chase his thrusts, lifting my hips to take him deeper.
With every downward stroke, the swollen knot bumps against my opening.
The blunt pressure nudges the tight ring of muscle, teasing the massive stretch without pushing past the threshold.
The constant, repetitive bumping prepares my body for the knotting stretching me a fraction wider each time. It feels like sweet torture.
We move together like we practiced this a thousand times.
The chemistry feels off the charts. He watches every expression cross my face, his icy blue eyes dark with total obsession.
The hostile tension morphs into desperate, undeniable passion.
We speak through touch, bridging the massive emotional gap between us with every deep thrust of his hips.
The bed frame knocks against the drywall in a steady, rhythmic beat. The quiet room fills with the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding and the harsh rasp of our breathing. Sweat drips from his nose and lands on my collarbone. I lick my lips, lost in the chaotic rhythm of his fucking.
He reaches down and cups my breast, rolling my tight nipple between his fingers. The sensation sends a fresh jolt of electricity straight down to my clit. I ride his cock, taking every inch of his length. The friction builds a second wave of intense pleasure deep in my gut.
"Victor." A desperate whine slips past my lips as my inner walls clench tight around his shaft. "I want your knot. Push it in."
"Not yet." He grunts, his pace turning frantic and wild. "I want you on the edge."
He thrusts harder, his hips snapping forward like a piston. The intense friction pushes me right to the brink. My vision blurs. My heart hammers a chaotic rhythm against my ribs. The pressure of the engorged knot bumping my entrance drives me insane.
"Come for me." Victor snaps his hips forward with brutal force, a low snarl tearing from his chest.
I scream his name. The climax crashes through my body. White-hot pleasure explodes behind my eyelids. My inner walls milk his cock, pulling him deeper into my core.
Victor grips my hips tight. His thumbs dig into my hip bones, anchoring me to the mattress.
He drives forward with one final, devastating thrust. He shoves the swollen knot past my threshold, burying his thick length deep inside my core. The brutal move stretches me to my limit and locks our bodies together.
The intense pressure of the knot seating inside me triggers an immediate aftershock. I cry out, arching my spine off the sheets. My pussy spasms around the massive knot, milking his climax from him with ruthless contractions.
Victor stutters against me. He roars, tossing his head back. He pumps a hot, pulsing load of cum into me. He shudders, his broad shoulders dropping as the last of his tension bleeds out onto the mattress.
We stay locked together on the ruined bedding, chest to chest. His heart hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Sweat coats our skin, turning us into a slick, tangled mess. The adrenaline crash hits me hard, leaving my limbs feeling like lead.
Victor wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against his side as we roll over.
He keeps his knot secure inside my body, refusing to let the intimate connection break.
He reaches down and pulls the thick gray quilt over our bare shoulders, shielding us from the cool air conditioning blowing from the ceiling vent.
He tucks my head under his chin. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. His large hand strokes up and down my bare spine, offering a soothing, rhythmic comfort.
"I'm never letting you go." He presses a warm, lingering kiss to the top of my head, his voice full of absolute conviction. "I swear I will spend the rest of my life making up for the things I said."
"You already did." I close my eyes, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "You proved who you are tonight."
"You complete this pack." He breathes the words into my dark hair, holding me tighter against his side. "You, Malcolm, Lawrence, Finn, and me. We belong together."
We lie in the quiet guest room, content and exhausted. Our pack feels complete, and for the first time since my presentation flipped my life upside down, I feel at peace.