Page 51 of Roommate Wanted
“Aye, yer opening fur me darlin’. Hawd it just like that,” he said before he plunged back inside of me without warning.
The pain, pleasure and darkness surrounded me as the bed muffled my cries.
He didn't pause. He fucked me deep, hard, and fast, spreading me wider with each punishing thrust.
“Urgh. Ah fucking knew it,” he growled, slapping my asshole with his knot. “Yer arsehole needs this. It needed a good fuckin’. Yae need ma knot tearin’yae up.”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Y-Yes.”
My voice sounded like someone else’s. Desperate, broken and needy. I gripped the sheets as my pussy leaked and my ass clenched.
His relentless thrusts became harder, faster, until he held me open and rammed the tip of his knot inside.
I screamed.
Not from pain, but from everything. The stretch, the pressure, the overwhelming, humiliating fullness. It was too much. It was perfect.
He didn’t stop.
He growled above me, like an animal claiming his prize, and shoved the rest of that knot in one brutal push. My body seized. My muscles clamped around him like a vice, locking us together. I gasped, nearly choking on the sob that tore out of me.
His fingers reached between my legs, and one touch—just one—was all it took.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me with no warning, no buildup, just raw overload. My scream was broken, ragged, and unrecognisable. My thighs shook violently, my toes curled, and my hands clawed at the bedding as wave after wave of sharp, electric pleasure convulsed through my body.
He didn’t let up.
He kept his hand there, kept rubbing my clit with slow, controlled circles while his come spilled into me. His knot throbbed inside me, sealing everything in. The sensation was unbearable.
“That's it, darlin’,” he whispered, pressing his chest to my back, his breath scorching my skin.“Let me use yer sweet arsehole. Let me own yae.”
I clenched around him, accepting the pain and was rewarded with a groan as more come flooded my guts.
“Yer wee arsehole was made tae be fucked like this,” he rasped, his voice feral with pride.“Tae be filled until yae dinnae know where I end and you begin.”
His lips brushed the back of my neck, reverent now, but his fingers kept teasing, coaxing more from me like he wasn’t done, as if I wasn’t done.
I whimpered, helpless under him, and shuddered as another broken moan slipped from my mouth.
“Again?” he asked, almost gently.“Yae gonna come again, darlin’? Wae ma knot in yer arse and yer wee cunt twitchin’from just ma fingers?”
My voice was gone. My will was shattered.
“Y-Y-Yes,” I stammered.
He moved and pushed his fingers into my empty pussy, continuing to rub my clit in soft, slow motions, using both his hands and a gentle rocking motion.
I cried as my pussy clenched his fingers, and I pushed my ass on his knot until I panted through another orgasm. My holes clamped down on him until more come spurt out of him. It only made my muscles contract more rapidly. The pain was a delicious bite.
“Uff. Ma dirty wee whore,” he groaned, panting into my neck.“Oh yes. Yae love havin’both yer holes full o’me.”
I nodded weakly against the bed, feeling ruined yet strangely reborn.
Chapter 29
Lyall
