Page 58 of No Escape

She moves her hand to cradle my jaw as we kiss, and her whimpering moans do not help the foggy mess my brain has become. “More, please!” Her words almost come out as a whine, or that’s the way my brain interprets it. “I’m so close.”

She’s not even taking half my cock, but I drop her even harder on the next go-round before pulling her deeper down my length.

Yeah, that’s the bottom of her pussy bumping my crown.

I have no idea how she thinks she’ll be able to take my knot. My insane impulses scream now is the time to paint her cervix in every drop of my semen. The deeper I can get, the higher the chance of breeding her.

Hell, I don’t even know if that’s true, but it’s what my instincts are convinced of.

Incoherent begging and demands fill the air as her head falls to the side, baring her neck. The only part I understand is her asking for my bite.

She’s burning my cock.

That means the wave of heat is riding her too hard for her to know what she’s asking for.

My instincts still scream to bite her.

The throbbing in my teeth gets almost as painful as the ache in my knot, but I shake my head to try to clear away the fog.

It doesn’t help.

I need some backup.

Someone to make sure I don’t do anything stupid. Or at least nothing that can’t be taken back.

Slamming my hand against the faucet, I pull Saylor to me and climb out of the shower. She’s slightly wet, but I’m still soaked. I don’t bother with towels or drying us off, although I do make sure my feet are dry so I don’t slip with her impaled on my cock.

She starts bouncing on my dick while I’m still in the process of getting the door open. Feeling her slick drip down my balls and the way her inner walls clench gives me tunnel vision on pleasing her.

We make it three steps out of the bathroom, but I don’t know how to get into either of the lofts without pulling her off me.

I pivot, and her back slams against the glass wall to the empty cell behind Omen’s bed. Only, the room doesn’t appear vacant any longer. Even that is a passing thought as my forearm hits the glass above Saylor’s head.

My ass flexes as I buck up into her with more force now that I’m not afraid I’ll slip.

She bites that thick lower lip of hers, and the urge to consume her whole washes over me from nowhere.

This might be a problem.

Her tits bounce with every rabid slap of my hips into hers. “More, please. I’m not going to break!”

A low growl rattles out of my chest.

“Jesus Christ…” I try to shake away the foggy haze at the edge of my vision, but my hindbrain seems firmly in charge. Dipping my face to hers, I use my hand on her ass to help her grind down over me. “I’m going to go ahead and apologize for how hard I’m about to fuck you.” I shove my tongue into her mouth and lose myself in the kiss.

Saylor wails against my lips, and her cunt convulses in a way that means I don’t have a hope in hell of holding back. My balls tighten and draw up while my dick gets so hard it’s almost painful.

Each rut into her makes her back and ass squeak against the glass as I pump her full of my cum. The satisfied noises she releases help me feel confident that she’s enjoying herself, and I growl, rocking into her even after my orgasm subsides.

Once wasn’t nearly enough…

Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim.

My instincts won’t shut the fuck up about having her ass up and breedable, and before I can stop it, I’m lifting her off my cock and facing her toward the glass wall.

Her cheek falls to rest on the cool surface, and her hot breath leaves a puff of condensation as her hands stretch out to give her leverage.

I have to keep her in the air because of the height difference. If she was flat-footed, there’s no way I would be able to make this position work.

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