Page 47 of Roommate Wanted
He didn’t push in.
He prodded, parted me, using the thick, rounded tip to smear my slick across my folds, claiming me without even entering.
I gasped, arching into the sensation.
Then I pushed my vest up, baring my breasts.
Not for him.
For me.
His eyes flicked to my chest, hunger blazing, but he didn’t speak. Didn’t gloat.
He just watched—as if seeing me bare myself for my own pleasure was the holiest thing he’d ever witnessed.
I placed my hands over my belly, running them over my ribs until I reached the underside of my breasts, cupping them before my fingers reached my hardening nipples. I pinched them, rolled them until the pleasure made me moan.
“Fuck, Nia—” he rasped.
The head of his cock dragged down, catching on my clit again. I bucked, a broken noise tearing from my throat.
He moved fast—faster than any human ever could—lifting my legs and pinning them to the bed. I arched, stretching my back as he folded me in half, spreading me wide open to take him. My feet dangled helplessly beside my head as he pushed down.
His cock breached me, stretching me inch by inch.
“Ugh,” he groaned.“Right there, ma darlin’. In yer tight wee hole. This beautiful cunt—”
I bit my lip until it throbbed, the pain anchoring me as I reached for my nipples and tugged. His grip clamped down behind my knees, holding me steady while my pussy clung to every inch he gave.
He moved his hips, spearing me deep. Fucking me. Each thrust guttural, relentless, until his swollen knot slammed against my entrance.
The growl that tore out of his chest wasn’t Lyall’s—it was Conall’s.
My chest blossomed with the heat from our bond. It pulsed and throbbed, drawing me closer to something—something I couldn't understand.
“Fuck,” I moaned.“Give me your knot, Lyall.”
The bed slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust, his cock pounding deeper, harder. He wasn’t just fucking me. He was wrecking me, and I needed more. So much more.
“Ah cun feel wit yae need,” he rasped, sweat gleaming on his brow.
His long hair whipped through the air with every savage drive of his hips.
“Yer cunt’s clingin’tae me, pullin’me in. Primed for ma knot.” He groaned, voice thick with reverence and filth.“Oh, ma dirty wee gurl…ye keep that sweet cunt nice n’open fur me.”
He slapped the swollen bulb of his knot against me, making me feel just how slick and ready he was to lock us together.
One—two thrusts before he pried his way into me, and I screeched as he stretched me out—the burn as his knot burrowed inside of me.
“Aye, take it, darlin’. Take it intae yer sweet wee hole.”
He released his grip on my legs and collapsed on top of me, grinding his hips against me to force the rest of the swollen knot inside me. My body shook as that scent engulfed me. I held his hair as he fucked me with his cock deep in my belly and the knot borrowing deeper.
My mouth opened, and I bit into his neck. My jaw locked down on him as I grunted from the pounding he gave me. Blood trickled down my lip and chin, but I didn't release him.
A growl erupted from his chest. He slammed into me again, and the world cracked apart. I tore my mouth free and screamed, pleasure rippling through me in violent waves. He didn’t stop. He pulled back only to ram back in, sending me sliding up the bed.
My pussy clamped down around his knot, squeezing him tighter than before. He roared in my ear as his cock exploded inside me, thick ropes of cum filling me. I didn't move or speak while he peppered my face with kisses. His hips continued to rock against me as he filled me up. The movement made my pussy spasm around his thick knot.
