Page 98 of Knotting With A Stranger

“Archer,” I moan. “Please.”

With a low curse, he presses the tip of his cock to my entrance, and I’m already rocking my hips to accept him.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he growls, his voice rough with hunger. “You think I didn’t notice you watching me? Biting your lip every time I got close? Acting all innocent when you knew damn well what you were doing.” His hand drags down my side, fingers skimming the curve of my waist before curling possessively around my hip. “You want this as badly as I do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, pressing back against him. “Please... I need you.”

“That’s not good enough,” he mutters, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to hear exactly how bad you need it.”

“I need you to fuck me,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “I need you to fill me... make me forget everything except you.”

His low growl rumbles against my skin, and his fingers tighten on my hips. “Oh, angel, you’re about to get exactly what you’re begging for.” He teases me with the head of his cock, sliding it just inside before pulling back. “You feel that?” Hisvoice is a dark rasp. “That’s just a taste. And you’re not getting more until you beg me properly.”

“I’m begging,” I moan, twisting in his grip, desperate for more. “I’ll do whatever you want… just give it to me.”

“Whatever I want?” His voice is pure sin. “Careful what you promise, angel. I’m not stopping until you’re a trembling mess on this wall.”

Then he shoves into me hard and deep. My head drops forward against the wall, a strangled cry escaping my lips as he fills me completely, stretching me in a way that leaves me breathless. He doesn’t give me time to adjust—gripping my hips, he starts to move, fast and rough, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure spiraling through me.

“That’s it,” he groans, voice gravelly. “Taking me so well... you’re so fucking tight. You love this, don’t you?” His tongue drags down my spine. “Love me fucking you like this—fast, rough... owning every inch of you.”

“God, yes,” I cry out, nails clawing at the wall. “I love it... don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’m your God already. I’m going to ruin your pussy, so you never forget my cock.”

I moan, my body helpless beneath his, my nerves burning under the intensity of him. He’s everywhere—his breath against my ear, his body pressed tight against my back, his hand sliding down my stomach.

“You’re shaking already,” he taunts, his fingers teasing my clit, pinching it. “Poor thing... you’re gonna break for me, aren’t you?”

I’m gasping, whimpering, my body on fire, too full of him and too lost to think. “Please,” I whisper, my voice a desperate plea.

“Please, what?” His fingers press harder, rubbing slow circles that leave me trembling. “Come on, sweetie... tell me what you need.”

“I need to come,” I choke out. “To scream out.”

“That’s better,” he growls. “Now come for me. Let me feel you lose it.”

His fingers work me mercilessly, his cock driving deeper, each thrust winding me tighter until I can’t take it anymore. My body locks up, pleasure crashing over me so fiercely, I forget how to breathe. I sob his name as I shatter against him, my nails scraping uselessly at the wall as wave after wave rolls through me.

But he’s not finished. He holds me through it, still thrusting, still grinding against me, dragging out every last pulse of pleasure until I’m wrung out and gasping.

“That’s my girl,” he rasps, voice rougher now. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He grabs my wrists, dragging them back behind me, pinning them there as he fucks me harder, faster, as though he’s determined to leave me wrecked and ruined. My body’s still trembling, oversensitive and aching, yet I crave more—more of him, more of this fire consuming me.

“You love this,” he groans, his pace brutal now. “Getting fucked like this... knowing you’re mine to break.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes... yes...”

He slams into me one last time, his body going rigid as he shudders, a low, guttural growl spilling from his throat as he spills deep inside me. His grip on my wrists tightens briefly before he loosens his hold, releasing me just enough to pull me back against his chest.

I’m boneless, trembling, my breath coming in sharp gasps as he lowers us both to the floor. He pulls me close, one arm wrapping tightly around my waist as his lips press against my hair.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, softer now. “You’re mine.”

I let my head fall against his chest, the steady thud of his heartbeat slowing beneath my cheek. My body still hums with the aftershocks, the ache a reminder of just how hard he claimed me. I’ve never felt so spent... so utterly unraveled.

Yet, as I lay there, wrapped in his arms, his cock deep inside me, and I know he hasn’t knotted yet.

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