“I’ve got you.”
His hand comes to my cock, rubbing his thumb over the little nub until it starts to fill with blood once more. I moan, tossing my head back as I swivel my hips front and back.
“Please. I need you. Please. Can I be inside you? Can I come inside you? Please?”
I nod my head before finally looking down. “Yeah. I don’t have the parts to have a baby anymore and I’m all tested and set. You’ve only been with Bruce?”
Gayle growls and the sound goes straight to my cock. It throbs under Gayle’s thumb. “Don’t say his name. I don’t want to hear anyone’s name but mine from your lips.”
“Shit,” I hiss out. “Fuck. I didn’t think you being possessive would be so hot.”
“Mine,” Gayle says before he’s flipping us over, pinning me to the bed. His mouth is wet and hot as he licks a strip from my throat, over my chin, and then over my lips. His tongue dives into my mouth and I close my eyes, allowing myself to be ravaged by my alpha.
“Oh,fuck,” I gasp out as Gayle’s cock pushes into me. He’s thick, stretching me just right. The suddenness of the intrusion leaves my head spinning.
Gayle freezes, staring down at me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m good. So fucking good, babe. You can fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me yours.”
My words seem to spark a fire inside Gayle. He pins me to the bed, his mouth biting stinging marks into my clavicle as he fucks into me. His teeth dig into me, forcing noises from my throat against my permission. The sting adds to my pleasure. Histhrusts are long and hard. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders with all my might and enjoy how fucking good he’s making me feel.
“Oh gods,” I gasp out, each thrust hitting just right. My body is tensing all over again, pleasure washing over me as Gayle fucks me. “Fuck, Gayle. Just like that. Keep going. So fucking good.”
Gayle bites me again and again. Between marks, he murmurs random things and I’m not sure if he’s even meaning to say them but I hear them anyway. He tells me how good I make him feel. He says it’s never felt like this before. He tells me that I’m his and that he’ll take care of me. He whispers that he loves me.
“I’m close,” I tell him, digging my nails into the back of his shoulders, wanting to mark him in the same way he’s marking me. “So close, Gayle.”
Gayle makes a strangled noise, his hips picking up speed, slapping into me over and over. A groan leaves my throat against my permission when I feel myself being stretched even further. Fuck. He’s getting ready to knot me. I didn’t know it would feel like this. I didn’t know it would feel so fuckinggood.
“I’m gonna come on your knot,” I tell him, my voice breaking. “Fuck, Gayle. Please. Knot me, alpha.”
Gayle makes a noise that’s something between a moan and a growl. The noise is sexy as fuck. I’m getting just enough pressure on my cock from his pelvis that when his knot fully expands, tying the two of us together, it’s enough to push me over the edge.
“Gayle,” I cry out, burying my face against his throat as I come, my body shaking around him. He swivels his hips just a few times before he’s coming as well. I can feel the warmth flood my insides and I throb around his knot, prolonging both of our pleasures.
“Rodney,” Gayle says in a broken voice. His face is plastered against the side of my face, breathing me in, nuzzling me. “Rodney.”
I wrap my arms around his back. “Hey, you’re okay.”
“I’m better than okay,” he says through a sob. “It’s never been like that.Thank you. I’ve never been allowed to knot someone. It feels so good. This is so special. I’m so thankful it was with you. I love you,” he says between shaky breaths. I can feel the wetness of his tears against my face and my heart somehow grows, finding even more room for love for Gayle.
“Flip over,” I murmur. The two of us carefully flip around so Gayle is on his back and I’m sitting on his knot.
“Rodney,” he says again, staring up at me with wide, watery eyes. Tears still fall down his cheeks and I carefully wipe them away.
“You were so good,” I tell him softly, rotating my hips. It tugs on Gayle’s knot but doesn’t dislodge him. His fat knot massages my insides just right and I bite my bottom lip. “My alpha.”
Gayle makes a broken noise, another round of tears running down the sides of his cheeks. His hands go to my hips, supporting me as I move. I pull my hips up, just enough to tug on his knot before sitting back down, keeping it snug inside me.
“Oh gods,” he gasps out, tossing his head back in pleasure.
“One more,” I tell him softly. “Give me one more, babe. You were so good to me. Such a good alpha. I’ll take your knot any time you want, sweetheart. It was made for me and me alone.”
I’m not usually so chatty during sex but seeing Gayle like this is making a new side of myself come forward. I want him to experience everything. I want to give him everything. He’s such a good alpha, such a good man. He deserves the world, starting with making his firsting knotting the best experience possible.
“Rodney. Fuck. You look so good in my lap,” he breathes out and I shutter, his voice like hot water washing over me. “Ride my knot.”
I whimper as I swivel my hips, grinding it into myself. It’s hitting all the right places inside of me, making me feel stretched open wider than I thought possible. Gayle brings his hand to my cock, flicking his finger back and forth across it. I toss my head back, clenching around Gayle’s knot.
