Page 61 of Roommate Wanted
“Ah think yer wee cunt’s ready tae be knotted now,” he muttered, pulling out of my throat with a slick, obscene sound that left me gasping for air.
He didn’t let up. He gripped his cock and smeared it across my face, across my cheeks, my lips, my jaw—painting me in our slick, animal need.
The wet, filthy sensation didn’t disgust me.
It made me hungry for more.
It made my pussy clench around nothing, made my body ache to be filled, stretched and claimed again.
His hands lifted me off the log, but instead of flipping me over, he set me astride it, pushing me forward until my breasts scraped against the rough bark. A low whimper left me as moss and grit bit into my skin. I didn’t care.
I lifted my hips for him. Offering myself to him, waiting to be taken. Claimed. Ravaged in the open like an animal too far gone to care who might see.
“Aye, just like that, darlin’,” he growled behind me, his voice thick with lust and something far darker.
He gripped himself and dragged his cock up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in the slick mess he’d made of me.
“Ye’r gonna take every inch,” he said, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance.“The way a wolf takes his mate. Hard‘n rough, no askin’.”
My fingers dug into the bark as I rocked forward, letting it bite into my breasts, chasing friction like a bitch in heat. I didn’t care about the burn. I needed him.
His cock surged forward, brushing against my entrance and then stopped. A shallow thrust. Another. Just enough to make my walls flutter, but not enough to fill the ache. I whimpered.
“Lyall,” I gasped, my voice cracking.“Please—”
“Aye, that’s it. Cry ma name,” he said, his voice low and cruel against the nape of my neck.“Beg me fur it.”
I pushed back against him, trying to take more, but he pinned my hips down hard against the log. I was helpless and exposed, but desperate for him.
“Tell me what yae want, ma wee slut. Say it right.”
For a second, I regretted pushing him over the edge, but only for a second.
“Please, fuck me, Lyall. Stuff that knot inside me until I scream your name. Give me your hard cock. Tear me up until I beg for more.”
Silence.
Only our heavy breathing. Leaves rustling in the wind. Birds singing somewhere above us, oblivious to the chaos.
Chapter 33
Lyall
The heat radiated off her pussy was like a magnet to me. The pink inside her cunt was like a beacon. Her swollen messy cunt was dripping with need. Taking her out in the wild brought the beast out in me, but using the bond? It drove me feral.
And then she spoke.
“Please, fuck me, Lyall. Stuff that knot inside me until I scream your name. Give me your hard cock. Tear me up until I beg for more.” The desperation in her voice made my cock jolt.
Her voice was full of desperation and it made my cock jolt.
My nostrils flared as I inhaled her. The scent, slick and aching, filled my lungs, but it wasn’t enough. Not until she was full of my seed.
Not until her cries echoed through this forest.
She straddled the log like a bitch in heat, grinding against the bark with her need.
I stroked my cock, base to tip, precum dripping to the moss beneath us.
