Page 50 of Roommate Wanted
My greedy little mate.
Chapter 28
Nia
His filthy mouth made me wild. I gave up trying to suck his cock and rode his face. His stubble grazed my sensitive flesh and made me leak my slick all over him. He groaned licking and sucking at me, holding my hips to help me ride his face. My insides twitched, and I felt the pressure, but before I could come, he pushed me away. I whimpered and grabbed his thighs, panting like a wild animal.
“Yer goin'tae take me up that sweet arsehole again. This time yae take ma knot in there,” he growled.
I gasped and turned to look at him over my shoulder, but he was reaching into the nightstand for the lube. When he turned to face me, his eyes burned with a feral promise as he popped the cap on the bottle of lube.
“Yae luved havin’ ma cock deep in that arse, dinnae deny it,” he said his voice low and dark.
“Lyall—” I whispered, but my voice broke off as I watched him coat his fingers, shifting behind me before dragging them down the cleft of my ass.
He spread me open and groaned low, possessive and filthy.
“Fuckin’beautiful,” he breathed.“This tight wee hole’s goin’tae milk ma knot. Stretch around it, hold me deep.”
His fingers circled my rim, slick and slow, teasing, tormenting.
I whimpered into the sheets, my thighs twitching from the burn of his words alone.
“Still remember how full yae felt?” he crooned, pushing a finger inside me—slick, thick, stretching me slow.“How yer arse pulsed around me? How yae cried fur mair?”
I bit the pillow, moaning into it. My pussy clenched uselessly, aching for him, for anything, and my ass…God. It welcomed his intrusion like it had been waiting for it.
He added a second finger without warning. My back arched, and I gasped at the stretch.
“That’s it,” he growled.“Open fur me, darlin’. Let me in.”
He curled his fingers, scissoring them wide, and I whimpered, helpless, trapped under the weight of what was coming.
“Ye’r fuckin’dripping,” he said, voice drenched in awe and dark lust.“Yer body knows what it wants. Even when yer mouth’s too shy tae say it.”
He leaned over me again, tongue dragging a slow stripe up my spine as his cock pressed between my cheeks—heavy, hot, pulsing.
“Are yae gonae take it like a good mate?” he whispered into my ear.“Take ma cock in yer tight little arsehole, ma knot too?”
“Y-Yes,” I choked out.“Yes, please—”
“Oh, aye.” He chuckled, low and dangerous.“Now yer askin’. That’s ma gud gurl.”
Lyall growled, dragging the head of his cock down between my cheeks until it kissed my slicked, stretched rim.
“Yae feel that?” he rasped, rocking just enough for pressure to build.“That’s how close I am tae breakin’yae open again.”
I nodded frantically, my cheek pressed to the sheets, tears pricking my eyes from sheer anticipation.
Then, he pushed.
Slow, but ruthless.
The stretch was severe. Too much and somehow not enough. My thighs trembled, and my fingers fisted the bedding. I cried out.
“There we go,” he grunted, forcing inch after inch inside me,“takin’it like the sweet, filthy mate yae are. Takin’me in yer arse.”
His fingers stretched my cheeks apart, pulling my hole open for him. Then he ever so slowly pulled back until I felt the tip slip out.
