Page 62 of Roommate Wanted
“Aye?” I growled.“Ahr’yae gonna whinge after, like yae did when yer wee arse was sore?”
She laid her cheek against the rough bark, arching her back until her ass was high and her pussy was spread wide.
Then she reached back with trembling fingers and parted herself for me.
The sight nearly fucking broke me.
Her soaked little cunt, with her insides pink and pulsing, stretched open like an invitation carved just for me.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.
“I swear to you, I won’t. Fuck me, Lyall. Give it to me as hard as you want, please,” she cried before she whimpered.
That whimper undid everything.
My restraint, my patience, my reason.
I pressed the tip of my cock to her quivering hole. It twitched as I sank into her inch by inch. Her tortured moan lit me up like fire—sweet, broken music that fed something deep in my beast.
“Yeh, darlin’. Hawd that sweet cunt open fur me,” I said, gripping her hips before I slammed into her, hard enough for my knot to slap against her soaked slit.
She screamed.
Fuck, that scream.
Elation surged through me, crackling through the bond. Conall loved her in this moment—wild, submissive, offered to us under the open sky.
Her hands slipped from her thighs, and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them against her lower back. I pulled out slowly to watch. Her slickness coated my cock, thick and glistening like honey.
Slick. Wet. Sweet as sin.
I rammed back in, her cunt swallowing me hungrily, almost choking on my knot.
Her cries echoed through the forest—wordless, raw.
“Ma hungry wee whore,” I snarled, anchoring her in place as I drove myself in again and again, using her wrists as handles while my thighs slapped hers with every thrust. My knot pushed halfway in, then slipped out, dragging her open around the thick ridge.
“No. I need it. I—Lyall—please, I—”
Her words were broken. Desperate. Perfect.
“Fuckin’take it, darlin’,” I growled before bellowing.
“Take. All. Of. Me.”
With every word, I rammed my knot harder, forcing it deeper, stretching her inch by merciless inch—until she sobbed.
“Yes. Y-Yes. Oh, thank you,” she cried, voice wrecked and shaking.
She was drenched, soaking me with every brutal thrust. I grunted like a feral beast, rutting into her with long, deep strokes. Each one dragging my knot deeper into her clutching heat.
Her pussy sucked at me greedily, trying to pull me in. To claim me as much as I claimed her.
But that was never how this would work.
Her body began to tremble, slick walls fluttering tight around my cock.
“Aye. Come on ma knot, ya wee slut,” I panted, jaw clenched, fucking her through the rising tide.“Take yer pleasure, darlin’—milk every drop.”
