Page 25 of Fearless Bond

“You’re in heat.”

“Uh-huh. I know.”

“I need to knot you.”

“More. More!”

The pressure around my dick was out of this world. His inner muscles squeezed me on every retreat. How did I even fit into his lithe body?

“Yes! Aah! Yes!” Damn, he was loud.

Another climax. He was getting hoarse.

I was barely holding back.

“I feel you. Oh God! Barclay, I can feel you.”

I sure as hell hoped he could feel me. He had eight inches of a fat bear dick up his ass and one more waiting to go in.

Then I noticed he was stroking his belly with one hand. Slowing down my thrusts, I reached around him.

“I can feel you,” he repeated, sounding frantic.

I bumped into his hand, then laced our fingers together. On the next thrust, I realized what he’d meant.

His soft belly moved with my thrusts. A distinct bulge grew under our hands. I paused, shocked to my core.

Calvin moved his hand over the firm swell, groaning.

“I’m so full. Ooh! Full of you.”

My hips moved of their own volition, and the bulge got bigger.

“Fucking hell, Calvin! I can’t hurt you. Can’t…”

He pressed our hands against his stomach, and I felt it in my dick.

“Not hurt.” He gasped for a breath. “Don’t stop. Gonna come again. Fuck me!”

Gritting my teeth, I ached to thrust harder.To the root. I had to hand over the control to him, or I’d hurt him.

I grabbed him around his torso and sat on the floor with him in my lap. My head thudded against the wall behind us. All the demons in hell, we were having heat sex in my hallway!

I’d thought he’d slow down, but no. Arching back, Calvin impaled himself andscreamed. Both hands on his bulging stomach, he bounced on my dick. He was going to hurt himself, dammit!

But he didn’t. Another orgasm tore through him, and he sat down, taking me whole. My cockhead reached his belly button from the inside, distorting his stomach, and he was yelling with ecstasy.

He wanted it. He was made to take my dick.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I locked my arms around him and held him in place. My knot began to swell.

Calvin stroked his stomach as drawn-out whines and guttural groans spilled from his mouth. Mindless, he rocked in my lap, his inner muscles working my knot, sucking the cum out of me.

I spilled in waves many times. I lost myself, and the hot oven of Calvin’s insides was the only thing that remained real.

When I could think again, Calvin was a wet rag in my embrace, his head lolling and limbs heavy. He moaned softly every time my cock jerked with another load. His belly looked swollen, full of my knot and cum. When I stroked it, I could feel myself through the layers of tissue. It looked so violent but felt so good, and Calvin seemed ecstatic.

Supporting his head on my arm, I cuddled him to my chest. His pants lay in a heap next to us. I arranged them over his lower body so he wouldn’t get cold.

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