Page 88 of Hot Knot Summer
“Goddamn,” he finally says, voice rough with desire. “You’re a fucking masterpiece. All spread out for me, waiting to be filled.”
His hands come to rest on my hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of my spine. I feel him shift on the mattress, positioning himself behind me. The head of his cock pushes against my entrance, and I move back eagerly, drawing a chuckle from him.
“So greedy, and your pussy is already fluttering on my cock, sucking down on me,” he murmurs, one hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair. “I need more.”
He enters me slowly at first. The stretch is beautiful, sharp and deep, just this side of too much, but in the best possible way. And then I feel it. The piercings.
Oh God.
Each bar of metal drags over me with a distinct, delicious friction, catching on the most sensitive spots inside me, making me gasp. It’s not just pressure, it’s texture. Just the right amount of pressure. Unrelenting. Like he’s lighting up nerves I didn’t even know I had. My body clenches around him in reaction and already desperate for more.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
When he’s finally fully buried inside me, we both pause, panting. My hands are gripping the sheets, my body singing with sensation.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint, like he’s hanging on by a thread.
“Better than okay,” I manage, my voice breathless. I wiggle my hips, testing how those metal bars feel when I move, damn, and his groan tells me exactly how much that affected him.
“Now,” I say, glancing over my shoulder with a grin, “show me what an Alpha can do.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands return to my hips, holding me steady as he withdraws almost completely, then slams back in with enough force to drive me forward on the bed. The angle is perfect, hitting spots inside me that make my vision blur.
“Fuck,” I gasp, dropping to my elbows, changing the angle to take him even deeper. “Yes, just like that.”
River sets a punishing pattern, each thrust accompanied by the obscene sound of skin on skin and the creaking protest of the bedframe. The headboard slamsagainst the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. He grabs me hard, moves faster, more brutally. I can’t get enough of being fucked.
“This what you needed?” he growls, one hand sliding around to find my clit, adding another layer of sensation that has me seeing stars. “This what you’ve been aching for?”
“Yes,” I cry, past caring who might hear us. “Yes, God, River, don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t if I tried,” he pants, slamming into me. “Feel too fucking incredible.”
Sweat slicks my body as we move together, the room filling with the sounds of our pleasure, my desperate moans, his guttural groans, the wet slide of him inside me.
“Close,” I gasp, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, the beautiful ache of him shoving so deep into me, I can barely hold on. “So close.”
“That’s it,” he encourages, fingers pinching my clit. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His words push me closer to the edge, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he leans over me, chest against my back, and whispers in my ear:
“You’re mine now. Mine to please, mine to protect, mine to cherish.”
The possessive claim, combined with a particularly deep thrust and a clever circle of his fingers, sends me hurtling over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me with the force of a tidal wave, tearing a screamfrom my throat as my body convulses around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, each more intense than the last, leaving me trembling and gasping beneath him.
River growls, his thrusting becoming erratic as my inner walls pulse around him. “Fuck, Emma, I’m going to?—”
His thrusts become desperate, feral, and then I feel it—the base of his cock swelling, catching just inside my entrance. His knot.
“Yes,” I pant, pushing back against him, wanting, needing to feel that final connection. “Please, River.”
With a guttural shout, he drives deep one final time, his knot locking inside me as he begins to come. The sensation of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed, triggers another unexpected orgasm that tears through me with shocking intensity.
River’s hips continue to move in small, grinding circles as he empties himself inside me, his cock pulsing with each wave of his release. It seems to go on forever, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks, his breath harsh and ragged against my ear.
“Fuck,” he groans as the initial intensity subsides, leaving us both gasping. “That was... damn, that was incredible.”
I can only manage a weak sound of agreement, too thoroughly spent for words. My arms give out, and I start to collapse onto the mattress.
