Page 7 of Pit Stop

Maverick grunts as he helps me tug my pants down my shaking thighs. He inhales deeply, his fingers dragging up my wet crack.

“Fuck, you’ve made a mess.”

“I know I have. I can’t help it,” I whine. “Now fuck me.Hurry.”

I hear his zipper lower, the rustle of fabric, and I arch back further, giving him better access. I feel his cock slot at my hole and then he’s entering me in one fell swoop. A snap of his hips has me gasping, his groin meeting my ass with a loud crack.

“Gods, you’re tight, Skye. What the hell?”

“It’s…it was my first time. I can’t believe you were my first time,” I nearly weep with need. “More. More.More!”

He grunts as he starts to cant his hips back and forth, setting a grueling pace, our skin slapping together as he fucks me.

It feels so good. So good. How is this my life? Oh my gods, I want him to live inside of me. I want to be stretched and filled by him every minute of the day. This goes against everything I want for my life, but oh fuck, I can’t even be mad because this feels so good.

“Maverick. Harder,” I groan when his hand wraps around the front of my neck and he pulls me upright. His cock is impaling me now, deep. He thrusts upward, and I lose the ability to breathe, my hole leaking freely around his hard length.

“This what you want?” he growls. “My dick buried inside of you?”

“Yes. Yes.Yes.”

He reaches down and lifts one of my legs slightly and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Yeah, you like it. You like my dick inside of you. Admit it. Say it.”

I bite my lip, trying to keep it inside, but I can’t maintain it for long. It feels too good, Maverick owning me—every inch of me, inside and out.

“You.You, Maverick. I love it.”

He grunts and then starts moving faster, nearly picking me up off the ground from the force of it. His face is buried in my neck, scenting me as he ruts upward.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers against my skin. “Touch yourself to thoughts of me.”

I reach down, clasp my weeping cock, and shuttle it with my fist. I feel my hole clench around him and his fingers tighten around my neck as he comes, the base of his dick expanding inside of me. The feel of it sets me off. I burst with a scream, my orgasm almost endless.

I’m chanting his name through the entirety of it, and when it’s finally over, I collapse against his chest, my head lolling back against his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he says, his teeth scraping against the skin of my shoulder. “Fuck. Your ass…”

“Yes. Mhm, yes,” I say in response. I have no idea what I’m saying, just that I feel so good. Perfect. I don’t want him to pull out of me. I want to live in these woods, his dick buried inside my wrecked hole, and become the animals we once were, like our ancestors before us.

While I have heard rumors of a few remaining clans that still have alphas who can shift into wolves, our clan has evolved out of shifting. We also no longer have male pregnancy as all male omegas are now born sterile—thank fuck for that! I can’t imagine how much harder all this would be if I had pregnancy to contend with.

But we have retained some of our baser wolf needs, like pheromones and heat cycles, and of course, marking and mating rituals.

Maverick holds me tightly, keeping me still. And I let him, my eyelids drooping slightly. I must fall asleep for a short time because I’m jolted awake by the feel of his cock slipping out ofme. I whine and whimper at the sensation of being empty once more.

“No,” I grumble.

“Yes,” he says as he gently pulls my pants up and helps me toward the bike. “We need to get you home. Just five more minutes and I’m all yours.”

“Not my home. Your home,” I mumble when he stuffs the helmet back on my head and clips it beneath my chin.

“Yeah, Skye. My home. I’ll keep you nice and full of my cum. But we need to get there first.”

“Yes. Yes, I want to be full,” I murmur, almost incoherently.

I let him maneuver me onto the bike and once my arms are surrounding him, he pulls back onto the road and drives me to his place.

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