Page 14 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“That’s it, baby. Ride me, work that tight pussy on my cock.”
She moaned, a tiny whimper that sounded elated and desperate and embarrassed. Mable had nothing to be embarrassed about. She was spectacular, and nothing I’d done before this had felt as good as claiming her now.
Rut her. Rut what’s yours. Mine, mine, mine.
The thoughts were alien and intense, so much so that I nearly faltered. But then Mable’s walls clenched around me, anothergasp tearing from her lungs. I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted her to come for me right fucking now.
Reaching for her clit with my thumb, I pressed on the swollen bud, making her jerk.
“Percy!”
Her walls fluttered around me, slow and intense at first, but growing to a harsh, demanding clamp that sought out my knot as her head fell back and her eyes flickered closed. In a language of no words, Mable cried out for me to knot her, this primal queen on her throne.
“Knot!” she demanded, her voice somehow cute and grumpy, even as she dug her nails into my chest rough enough to score my skin.
“Well, I do aim to please, baby.” I grinned at her as she pressed down on my knot, her pussy stretching for me and so needy that I was pretty sure every drop of blood in my body vacated to my cock.
“Fill me, alpha,” she whispered desperately, rocking her hips and setting me off, causing both of us to detonate.
Stars lit up behind my lids as I gripped Mable tight and pumped ropes of cum deep into her, my cock twitching with each incredible pulse of her pussy.
Brain? Mush.
Limbs? Useless.
Knot? Swollen and elated.
Wave after wave of pleasure racked Mable’s body, drawing out every bit of cum I could give, and all I could do was watch her as my brain struggled to come back to reality. Never before had my knot been so tightly hugged—and it was damn good.
I could never get enough of it.
I could never get enough ofher.
The deep primal side of me was so fucking happy that she was filled with my cum, wearing my scent on her skin as ourbodies locked in together. I wanted to mark her inside and out, flesh and blood, mind and soul.
Apparently, I was turning into a Neanderthal, but I didn’t really mind.
As every muscle slowly started to relax and we sagged in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow, reality seemed to hit her.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my.”
“Yeah… you kind of dragged me in here.” I laughed lightly, running a hand through her hair, providing a bit of comfort as we both readjusted to the world around us.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried, burying her face in her hands.
Her embarrassment made me chuckle, considering I was knot deep inside her, and she bounced lightly as I tried to hold in the laugh and failed spectacularly.
“Oh! Don’t laugh. It makes yourthingthrob, and I’m sensitive,” she whined.
“Mything?” I laughed again, making her moan and glare at me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t keep a straight face when you’re calling my cock athing.”
“It was the best I could think of!” she said, her cheeks bright red as she buried her face in my neck. “I’m so sorry. You can go back to your life when you deflate.”
“That may take a few moments, because your pussy is fucking phenomenal. How are you feeling?”
“Good. Exhausted, but good.” She nodded, gazing up at me through droopy, heavy eyelids. “If only they could bottle up the feeling of a good knot. It would cure insomnia, that’s for sure.”
“I’ll leave you to sleep, but can I give you my number?”
