Page 52 of Roommate Wanted
She lay limp with her knees bent and spread out beneath her, panting as she recovered from her pleasure. I pulled my fingers out of her drenched cunt, gently massaging her clit as her tight arsehole held my knot hostage.
“Ma wee darlin’ yae did so well,” I whispered to her. “Takin’ ma knot in yer arse.”
She shuddered as she tried to move on my fingers.
I grinned before kissing her back and gliding my fingers through her wet folds. She sighed as I brought them back to her clit.
She sighed again, her body trembling from exhaustion, from oversensitivity, from the weight of me still locked deep inside her arse.
“Yer cunt’s still drippin’,” I murmured against her shoulder, pressing soft kisses to her damp skin.“Greedy wee thing. Yae liked that, didn’t yae?”
My fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing tiny twitches from her hips even as she whimpered in protest.
“Shh. I ken ye’r raw, pet. But yer body’s still beggin’me. D’yae feel it? How it pulses? Yer hole’s clenchin’down, suckin’at me like yae never want tae let me go.”
She gave a soft sob, not of pain, but of overwhelming pleasure. I kissed the top of her spine, right where her hairline began, tasting the salt of her skin.
“That’s it. Ride it out, ma darlin’,” I whispered.“Just feel. Dinnae think. Let me take care o’it all.”
She shifted slightly, but my knot dragged with her, swollen and stubborn and so deep she couldn’t even flinch without feeling me.
I groaned.
“Aye, yer arse was made tae hawd me like this,” I rasped.“Made tae take every last drop o’me, tae keep me locked inside yae.”
My hand slid down again, fingers brushing her slit—slick, swollen, and still flutterin’like it hadn’t had enough.
And fuck me, maybe it hadn’t.
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Nia squirmed on the mountain of pillows she’d propped beneath her arse. My hand covered my grin as she shifted her laptop—again, biting back a wince.
“My poor mate,” I murmured.
“I can feel your amusement,” she snapped without looking up. Her fingers stilled over the keyboard.
The bond thrummed between us—strong and vibrant, dancing between us. Her words were sharp, but I could feel the burn of her embarrassment underneath it, hot and simmering like a fresh bruise.
“Am sorry,” I said, trying to sound contrite, but failed miserably.“But remind me again, how many times did yae come while ma knot wuz in yer arse?”
She let out a strangled sound and turned her face into her shoulder, muttering something too low for human ears, but Conall caught it.
Five. He purred the number like a prize.
My smile widened, but it faded when I felt it—that flicker of shame pulsing through the bond.
I narrowed my eyes, my voice dropping low.“Dinnae do that, Nia. Yae dinnae have anything tae feel ashamed about. Everyhin’we do together is fuckin’beautiful.”
Her head dipped. A soft sigh escaped her. She nodded, almost sheepishly.
“Yes, boss,” she muttered, tone sassy but softer now.
I reached over and slapped the laptop shut.
She blinked up at me.“I was working.”
“We need tae go out,” I said, dragging her into my lap—carefully, mindful of her tender backside.
