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“Let me show you what I’m famous for.”

He rubs the vibrator in circles and changes the rhythm to a rapid pulse. Impossibly, I come again. And again. I can’t think. Can’t speak. Can’t do more than moan and writhe and come onhis cock. Each flutter of my pussy makes his cock pulsate. Fills me with another spurt of cum.

Liam’s hips pump, teasing his swollen knot at my entrance. He can’t pop it free, can’t push it deeper, but that doesn’t stop him from rocking.

My belly is full and tight. The results of his insane efforts are physically visible. There’s a small pouching of distention. And still, my body adapts. Stretches. Takes it.

I come again, gasping, while tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

“That’s good, sweet girl. Just a little more. I know you can do it.”

I can’t. My heart is pounding in my chest. My breathing is ragged. My clit vacillates between throbbing and numb. And throughout all of this delicious torment, my pussy strangles his cock. How does he have any cum left in him? His balls have to be drained at this point, rut or not.

After orgasm number seven, he clicks the vibrator off and tosses it aside. I’m panting. Words are beyond me. All I can do is twitch with aftershocks.

A hand presses lightly on my lower belly. Over the bulge he made. I groan. I’m so full—it’s a miracle I haven’t burst.

Once his knot deflates, Liam pulls out and bends my knees to my chest. He’s keeping the cum inside me for as long as possible.

If this doesn’t do it, I don’t know what will.

When a dribble of cum and slick drips down my ass, Liam scoops it up and shoves it back inside me.

“There we go, kitten,” he purrs. “That’s a good girl.”

Chapter Three

KAT

Four days passin a blur of fucking, bathing, and gulping down protein water. We’ve had sex on every flat surface in this room, and a few of the vertical ones. I’m less feverish and my thoughts are clearer.

So I do what I’ve been wanting to do ever since I first laid eyes on Liam and his beautiful cock. I slide down his legs and take him into my mouth. While he’s soft, I can fit more of him inside me. I swirl my tongue around his head.

He tastes good. Like sex and sin, and decadent pheromones. His cock plumps in my mouth until I can’t take him to the root anymore. When fingers card through my knotted hair, I notice he’s awake.

“Kat, you don’t have to,” he says.

But this isn’t for him. I’ve missed sucking cock. I always loved the velvety slide of skin between my lips. Playing with all that softness over such hardness. Pushing my tongue into a weeping slit. I palm his big, heavy balls and roll them gently in my hand.

“You don’t… Fuck. That’s good. You’re good atsucking cock.”

I pop off his cock, enjoying the way a string of saliva connects his dripping tip to my lower lip. “I want to. Your cock is perfect.” It was made to be worshiped. Thick and straight, with a slight upward curve. His tip is red and well formed with a wide corona. I press his cock to his belly and trace his ridge with my tongue.

“Well… don’t let me stop you then. If you really want to.”

I let my eyes go half-lidded as he stares at me. I bring his tip to my mouth again and suck. His eyes flutter shut and his breath stutters into a low purr.

With a hand wrapped tight around his base, I suck his tip into my mouth and jerk his length. Use his excess skin to massage his shaft, making a tight ring of my fingers. Milking him. My jaw aches—I’m out of practice—but I keep going.

His breathing stutters and his purr gets deeper. His cock thickens, the knot at his base swelling against the heel of my palm. His balls pull up tight.

“I’m… Fuck, I’m coming.”

Ignoring his warning, I take him as deep as I can and squeeze his knot. Pulsing. Mimicking a fluttering pussy. His perineum jerks, and the first lash of cum strikes the roof of my mouth. He’s salty and musky with a hint of his pheromones. Crisp, herbal pine. The more he comes, the sweeter he gets. The more I like the way he tastes.

I gather it all in my mouth, swallowing every drop, then lick him clean. And I purr while I do it. Until he’s a limp mess underneath me.

Once he’s bone dry, I pull off his cock and give the split in his head one last swipe of my tongue to make sure I got it all.

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