Page 127 of Use Me Up

There’s more lube, and then Ellis is easily fitting his knuckles in. “There we go, just like that, Hannah,” he murmurs. “Good girl, I’m going to slide my thumb in, too, okay?”

“Okay,” I pant.

“You’re taking me perfect,” he says. “Gripping me so nice, but you’re stretching like a very good girl.”

I feel him maneuvering his thumb in and I let out a sigh.

“Going to make a fist, Hannah,” he tells me in a soft voice. “Real slow, though, tell me if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” I assure him. “I’m fine.”

“Ooh,” he says, and now I can feel him rocking his hand in and out of me.

“Ooh,” I echo, because wow, that’s a lot, and I like it. “Good,” I moan. “Oh, Ellis, that’s good.”

I take Kane’s fist after that, and then Gatlin’s, and I like being fisted. I like being stretched so full.

Afterward, there’s even more lube before Gatlin gets into position to try to knot me. He slips his cock in, and that goes in very easily at this point, so he goes right up to his knot, and he looks down at where we’re connected, and I lift my head to try to look too.

His knot is a big bulge of flesh, right outside my pussy, and I look at it and think there is no way that thing can go in me.

I lay my head down. Maybe better not to look.

“Okay, Hannah,” says Gatlin. “Okay, take deep breaths.”

“It’s too big,” says Kane quietly. “There’s no way she can take that.”

“She can take it.” Gatlin’s sure of this.

“Okay, you’re all the way inside her pussy, and you’re turned on,” says Kane, “but I am looking at this right now, and I am telling you—”

“She can take it,” Gatlin interrupts, his voice very sure, very deep, and very alpha. He rocks into me, pushing his knot in. The stretch is intense. He pulls back. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to rock in and out like that, okay, Hannah?”

“Okay,” I gasp.

“I’ll just rock it into that tight little perfect pussy of yours until I pop right in, hmm? You’re so ready for me. You’re wet and really stretched, and my knot’s going to slip right in,” says Gatlin, who’s rocking in and out of me now.

I let out a series of wheezes, because the stretch is just so much.

It’s so much, and he soothes me, praises me, tells me I’m doing such a good job, and to relax, just relax. He smooths his big alpha hands over my inner thighs.

Kane starts to speak up, but Gatlin cuts him off. “We’re almost there, Kane, so close. She’s right on the verge of it. Hear that, Hannah? You’re almost there.”

I let out a mangled noise.

And then it happens, just like Gatlin said. His knot pops securely into me.

I make another mangled noise, this one louder, because wow, wow, wow, that is huge. So much pressure, and it’s everywhere, and my clit feels trapped with nowhere else to go and it’s pulsing.

“Good Hannah,” breathes Ellis. “Oh, fuck, Hannah, that’s so hot, seeing you full of my alpha’s knot like that.” He bends down and kisses me.

“You did well, beta,” says Kane, kissing me right afterwards. “And you’re all right?”

“Uh huh,” I breathe. Better be, because we can’t, uh, get it out, not until he’s done, so… so…

Gatlin gently begins to thrust. Obviously after he’s knotted in, he can’t thrust a lot, so it’s more of that same kind of rocking he was doing before. The tip of his cock is way, way deep in me. I can feel it bumping something delicious inside me. As he rocks, my pulsing clit begins to spasm. It’s not an orgasm, not yet—oh, shit, what is this, because it is an orgasm, but it just keeps getting better. I spasm, climb, hit another height of pleasure, spasm, climb again, and this just keeps going, and going, and it’s so intense that I can’t even make noise, and Kane is looking at me with a worried face, and I bow up, and I hit the highest of all peaks, and it radiates through my body like a damned supernova.

“Fuck,” says Gatlin in a ragged voice. “Fuck, baby, the way you’re milking my knot right now, your pussy is so, so tight, sweet girl.”