Page 46 of Laurels and Liquor

I laugh outright, but the sound is cut off by a guttural groan as she squeezes my knot, hard. With no warning, my balls tighten, and my spine tingles. I grab her wrists and yank her to her feet before she makes me cum before I’m ready. Her smug little smirk sets me off again, and I stand up, spinning around and shoving her face first into the mattress, bent over. I rip her leggings down, along with her lace panties, and immediately bury my face in her dripping cunt.

Whatever protest she was about to make dies in a long moan at the first long stroke of my tongue over her slit. She’s absolutely soaked, and I drink down every drop of her fruity sweet juices. There’s a tart aftertaste that I’ve never experienced with Lydia, but it’s not unpleasant. If anything, it makes me want more, to quench my thirst with her essence until she’s limp and boneless and pliant. To that end, I move my mouth to suck on her clit, sliding two fingers deep into her fluttering pussy, hooking them as I feel that rough patch of nerves that sends her screaming.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she whines, hips thrusting back onto my face and fingers.

I grin to myself, slowing my fingers and curling them purposefully. She gasps and arches her back, and I move to hold her down with one forearm across her lower back. Her feet can’t quite touch the floor, so she has no leverage to get anything more than I’m willing to give. And right now, that’s only one thing.

“Beg,” I growl, twisting my fingers cruelly, letting her dangle on the edge.

“Not a fucking chance. Fuck—give it to me,” she cries, hands struggling for purchase on the duvet cover.

But I press her down harder, ghosting my thumb over her clit and making her shriek before backing off. Her skin is slick with sweat, and she’s fighting like a rabbit caught in a snare, but I hold on. I will get this from her, no matter what. I slap her ass hard, the crack ringing through the darkness and making her pussy clench on my fingers.

“If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg me for it, princess,” I taunt, adding a third finger to stretch her even farther.

Her juices run down my wrist, and her thighs are shaking, but she doesn’t speak. She only lets out guttural, animalistic whines. I know she’s close, but I keep my thrusts slow and deliberate. The rush of power makes my head spin and cock throb, and I purr in my chest.

“Fuck you, Mateo. Fuck you right in the ass with a cactus,” she spits, flopping limp on the bed.

I laugh outright, spanking her again, harder still. She gasps and shrieks, and I do it again and again. I won’t have her give up on me that easily. Daring to circle her clit with my thumb, she moans long and low, pushing up her torso backward, nearly in half.

“Don’t stop… p—Mateo, I’m—”

“You know what to say, princess. One little word, and I let you come, and I won’t stop making you come for the rest of the night,” I say, words dropping to a frantic murmur.

For a moment, I think she’s about to call me names again, insulting my manhood, or worse, tell me to stop. But as her hazel eyes meet mine, and I see the tears lining the edges, something shifts between us and understanding dawns. She’s afraid to let go, to give me that power because she doesn’t know what I’ll do with it. Little does she know that I’ve always been there waiting to catch her. So I give her a smile and a nod, and finally, she yields.

“Please,” she breathes, closing her eyes.

I drive my hand deep into her clenching channel, pressing hard and fast against her sweet spot. She screams as she shatters, muscles tightening so hard around my hand that it takes most of my strength to move my fingers and keep her coming. I stand up, even as I keep fucking her with my fingers, and she’s too blissed out to notice or protest. She’s squeezing me so hard that I’m not sure I’ll be able to withdraw, but my instincts are screaming for me to claim her, to fill her so completely that she’ll never be able to get me out from under her skin. There’s only the briefest pause between pulling my fingers free and sliding the entire length of my cock into her spasming cunt, and she screams a string of profanity so strong it’d make a sailor blush.

“That’s it. Take my dick in that pussy. Fuck, you are so tight,” I groan, thrusting hard and fast.

She pushes back, our hips slapping together obscenely as we both ride waves of pleasure. She’s tight and warm, the feeling of her nearly taking the strength out of my knees. My knot brushes her outer lips each time, her arousal coating me until it soaks into my clothes. I don’t know if she ever stopped coming after her first orgasm, but she screams my name as her pussy clenches tighter. Bringing my hand down on her ass, she moans, bucking at the sensation. I spank her over and over, not sure where the impulse came from, but enjoying her reaction too much to care.

Instinct takes over, and I grab her by the waist and drag her up onto the bed, never withdrawing. I need to cover her, to make her mine in every way that matters. She doesn’t protest, merely going limp in my arms, too drunk from her release to care. I flip her onto her back and push her thighs to her chest, spearing her again on my cock. She lets me rut into her, eyes staring unfocused as she continues to writhe and moan beneath me.

“Look at me,” I bark, the growl making my bones rattle.

Her head flops over until her eyes lock with mine, a little clarity coming back. I let one of her legs fall to the side, putting my hand around her throat again.

“You were made to wear my hand around your neck, Alexandra. You were made to be fucked like this,” I whisper hoarsely, spine tingling as my orgasm approaches.

She doesn’t respond, only whimpering as my angle shifts and my pelvis grinds into her clit with each thrust. She swallows against my fingers, and I kiss her again, dragging her lower lip between my teeth.

“You want my cum? Want me to breed your greedy pussy like it deserves?” I snarl, leaning down to press my forehead to hers.

She nods, but that’s not good enough for me right now. I slow my thrusts, driving deep and hard, making the bed shake. Gasping, her eyes roll back into her head. But I squeeze her throat and bring her focus back to me.

“Say it, princess. Tell me you want it,” I demand, hanging on by a thread.

She growls, the fight coming back into her eyes at last. “Fuck, yes! Give it to me! Do it, you fucking—”

She doesn’t finish whatever she’d been intending to say, screaming as I slam home, my knot slipping inside of her channel and swelling to lock in place. I roar as my entire body thrums from the intensity of my orgasm, each pulse of my cock shooting cum deep inside of her.

We’re silent for a long time, and as I become more aware of myself again, I realize that my knot is being squeezed tighter than I’ve ever felt before. Lydia’s body is soft and accepting, which allowed some freedom of movement even after my knot locked into place. But right now, I’m not sure I could move an inch if I tried.

“Holy shit, Matty. Fucking… wow,” Lex pants.

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