Page 3 of Pit Stop

I push back again, letting the length of him slowly enter me, inch by inch. I gasp, my mouth falling open as my fingers curl against the wall opposite me. Oh. Oh yes, that’s real nice. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It just feels…right.

Really fucking right.

“Godsdamn, you’re tight.”

I nod and then babble some nonsense that even I can’t quite comprehend. Iamtight. I’m a virgin. Or I was until that big, fat dick pushed all the way inside of me. Now I’m just a seasoned sexpot.

The large dick flexes as it comes to a stop inside of me, impaling me on him. I can’t move, can’t breathe. I’m sofull.

I let out a low groan and wiggle slightly, feeling him stretch my tender channel. My body tingles, and I feel my skin grow warm. I inhale deeply and clench around his length.

Fuck yeah, that’s nice.

That itch I’ve had for weeks is finally being scratched.

It’s finally starting to be satiated.

I push back all the way, my ass now against the wall, and I let out a small whimper at how full I am.

“Shit. You took all of me,” the voice says, almost in awe, and I roll my eyes, canting my hips forward slightly.

“Yeah, um, less talking please,” I bite out, trying not to moan, but unable to help it. This feels like heaven. I should have done this ages ago. I’ve been missing out. School has nothing on this. I can see what all the fuss is about. Why an omega would choose to leave their career just to be a full-time, stay-at-home fuck.

I so get it now.

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah, alright.”

I lean forward slightly and fuck back onto him in short bursts before finally gathering my courage and pulling almost all the way off and shoving back onto him. I let out a slight shout, my entire body humming withsomethingI’ve never felt before. I shake my head, trying to gather my bearings, but I can’t quite manage. The tiny room is starting to get hazy, and I feel my hole clench greedily around his shaft. The amount of slick sliding down my legs is making me a little concerned. This is more than normal, and yet, thank fuck for that. I need it. I need all of it.

“Shit,” the voice says, a low grumble, and I moan again as I take the entirety of him once more. I slam my ass back against the wall over and over, feeling the scratch of the peeling paint and tape against my sensitive skin.

I grind against him, feeling that pierced cockhead arch up slightly and rub against my insides, the new angle unleashing a new feeling inside of me, something foreign and yet something that I know innately. I pant heavily, my skin zinging with pleasure, my balls drawn up. Oh fuck, the lust-filled fog I’m in right now almost hurts as it throbs deep in my core. And then I feel something inside me snap.

I feel ripped wide open.

“Oh my gods!” I cry out as my hole goes slack and slick drips from it. I gasp and moan as the voice behind me inhales and then growls.

“What the fuck?”

I shake my head, swallowing roughly, continuing to slam my ass back onto his dick. Oh gods. Oh my gods that feels good. I need more, needmore.

“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck,” the voice grunts, and I can almost hear the wood creaking under the strain of our bodies colliding. “You didn’t say you were in heat!”

“I didn’t know,” I whine as I continue to slam back against the wall. It’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough. I want more. I want it harder, rougher. I want his hands on me, pulling my hair, his fingers fucking into my mouth. I want his cock to impale me so deeply that it ends up in my throat, and then I want to feel the stretch of…

The knot.

I need it.

I need him to knot me.

“It’s not enough,” I whimper, trying to take more of him. But the wall hinders us. The sound of his cock shuttling into my channel over and over, the scent of my heat, is almost overwhelming. It’s thick and ripe, made worse by the warmth of this small space.

“Shit. You smell so damn good,” the man growls, and I feel the wall shake between us, almost like he’s trying to claw through it.

I want him to do that. I want him to tear it apart and keep me on his cock. I want to fall asleep with it inside of me, and then I want to wake up riding it.

“I won’t last,” he grunts, and I grumble in frustration.

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