Page 4 of Pit Stop

“No. No. I’m not ready. You can’t come. I need more.”

My last word is exhaled in a scream as I place my foot on the toilet seat and start rocking onto him at another angle. The piercing on the end of his dick digs into me, and I moan, pressing the back of my head against the wall and bouncing on him.

I can’t get enough of this. I need him to keep me like this for hours. Days even.

“Can’t…the knot…oh shit!” I feel the way his cock jumps inside of me, the pulse at the base of it as he unloads deep inside of me. The rush of it makes my movements falter for a second.

“Oh shit. Oh fuuuuuck,” the man groans as the base of his dick starts expanding. It grows and pulses, stretching me, locking me in place.

I moan as I shuttle my fist up and down my aching cock, and then I feel my entire body tense as I explode. My body shakes, my hole clenching around his hard length.

“Oh godsdamn,” he murmurs, his dick pulsing once more inside of me. And then I hear the knock of his forehead on the wall behind me and a loud huff. “Shit. I didn’t expect that.”

I nod, feeling shaky and so hot. So warm. Sweat is snaking down my skin, and I could honestly use a glass of water. My thighs are wet with slick and cum, and my entire body is hot and tight.

“Me neither,” I hiss and then shift slightly, trying to get some relief, but I can’t move. I’m stuck on his dick.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening,” he groans.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’ve disappointed you. Do you normally knot guys in the glory hole?” I ask in frustration, even though my dick is still hard and honestly, I could go again.

“No. Smart omegas stay home when they’re in heat.”

“I didn’t know I was in heat, you ass,” I murmur and then moan when his cock vibrates slightly inside of me.

“Stop moving,” he grumbles, and I wiggle some more.

“I can’t help it. I’m on my tiptoes here. This hole is far too high and my legs are cramping.”

I groan when I move again, and I hear him grunt. “Well, we’re stuck here for several more minutes, but if you stop moving, I can probably get this knot down faster.”

I try to stay still, but that warmth is starting to trickle through my abdomen again, and I feel my hole grow wet once more.

“Oh, crap.”

“Fuck, the scent you’re putting off…” he says roughly.

“I can’t help it. I, oh gods. I need it again, I think.”

“Not here you don’t. Just stop moving around like that.”

“Shut up. I can’t help it.”

I lean forward and gasp at the angle of it. His knot is stretching me so good. I fuck back onto it, just mere centimeters, but good gods, that’s perfection.

“Do you want to get out of here or not?” he asks in frustration, and I suck in air through my nose, trying to regulate my breathing, but it’s hard when I’m so turned on.

I amsoturned on. I’ve never felt like this. Ever.

“I do. I really, really want to get out of here.”

I want to get out of here and get fucked again. By him.

I close my eyes and stay as still as possible, knowing that if I can do this, we can leave. Then he can take me someplace comfortable and contort me into all different positions, that big, pierced dick pushing in and out of me.

Over and over.

That knot expanding until I’m stuck on him once again.

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