Page 127 of The Good Boys Club

Moments ago, Cian’s cock had stretched me to near breaking point. It was nothing compared with the sensation of his knot inflating. My asshole was a rubber band, pulling in every direction. The base of his shaft grew, pushing almost painfully against my walls, against my p-spot, locking him to my ass. We wouldn’t be able to separate for at least another twenty, thirty minutes.

“Mash, fuck. Mash,” he cried as he stilled. His cock twitched and then emptied jet after jet inside me.

I sped up my fist. Cian reached a hand forward to cup my knots, and I shattered, spraying the bath mat with my orgasm.

Behind me, Cian sagged. “You were so good. You were incredible.” He brushed the sweaty hair from my temple. “How are you feeling?”

I half turned to him. “So tired. So fucking tired.”

His fingers still danced through my hair, making me instantly sleepier. He laid a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “Is there anywhere on that mat that isn’t covered in jizz?”

“No, not an inch. Looks like it’s been snowing.”

He gave a peaceful, sated laugh. “Okay, well, we’ll just have to lie in it while we wait for my knot to go down. Grab that towel.”

I stretched forward and tugged the bath towel from the rack. I passed it to him, but instead of using it to mop up the cum, he eased me onto my side, big-spooning my body with his, and arranged the towel over my arm like a blanket.

Cian kissed me again, this time at the base of my neck. I still wore the collar, but I was too exhausted to take it off. His arm snuck around my waist.

I closed my eyes, and replayed his words from earlier.

“Finally,”Cian had said.“I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

I woke up naked and shivering on the bath mat, the towel still draped over my shoulder and arm like a blanket. Cian roused behind me, fully clothed except for his soft dick hanging out of his cords. No boner, no knot.

My asshole felt weird. Raw and stretched and . . . oh, gods, I was . . . leaking.

“Oh, my fuck, I’ve shat myself,” I said, reaching a finger under my tail and gingerly feeling my hole. “It’s still coming out.” I could feel it oozing down my thigh. “I can’t keep it in. My sphincter is broken. You’ve broken my dirtbox with your massive shifter knot.”

He laid a hand on my arm. “You didn’t shit yourself. It’s cum and lube. And I didn’t break your hole, it’ll bounce back. You’re werewolf, you heal fast. It was your first time, things are gonna feel weird down there. That’s totally normal. First time I ever took a knot, I thought my asshole was hanging out like a sleeve afterwards.”

“Yeah, that’s what it feels like. Is it hanging out?” I asked.

“No.”

“You didn’t look at it. Look at it and tell me, or get me a mirror.”

Cian gave an exaggerated huff, like looking at my butthole after he’d annihilated it was the most taxing thing he’d done all year, and pulled my cheeks apart. There was a second when Ci’s mischievous grin graced his face, like he was going to tell me he’d destroyed it beyond surgical repair.

“It’s fine. Your hole is fine. Happy Harvest Moon day, by the way.”

Yes! Shifting day. Always the highlight of the month. Almost good enough to make me forget about my leaky, broken asshole.

“Happy Harvest Moon, Bangers.”

He pushed himself into a seated position. I didn’t dare try the same, for fear of exploding all over the mat.

“You said that the pee thing will work if it’s showered off straight away?” he said.

“In theory, but I’ve never tried it before. It dried into my skin, so I’m pretty sure if I washed now, I’d still stink of you.”

“No, what I’m asking is if you piss on me now and then we showered together, would I smell of you, or would it wash off?”

“Only one way to find out, I guess.”

“Let’s do it.” Cian stood, pulled his T-shirt over his head, and tossed it towards the laundry basket.

“Okay, but you’re gonna have to come here, because I can never stand up again.”

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