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He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, then stilled as the pulses of pleasure stopped. He kissed me gently. “Are you ready for my knot?”
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath.
“Ok.”
He pulled out and started kissing down my chest. I shivered as he licked my spend from my stomach, then he shifted and patted my thigh.
I turned over, giving him easy access to my ass.
His lusty growl made my cock harden again, and I spread my legs—welcoming him in again.
Craig took me in a single thrust, draping himself over my back and kissing my shoulders as he bottomed out. “I’m not going to last long, Randy. How do you want me?”
I chuckled. I was oversensitized and wouldn’t last long myself. “Hard. Please.”
“Ok.”
He pulled most of the way out, then slammed back in.
I cried out as pleasure coursed through me again. Each thrust, every time the sound of slapping skin filled the room, it seemed to ramp up even more.
“Randy, beautiful Randy,” Craig chanted as he fucked me hard.
His cock kept grazing my sweet spot, and it was enough.
“Alpha!” I shouted as I came for a third time.
He kept up his thrusts for several more seconds, then drove deep.
Craig’s knot popped, pulsing against my sweet spot as he came. The feeling of it was enough to strengthen my orgasm again.
Then it was over. We were locked together, sharing pleasure.
He kissed that place where my shoulder met my neck. “You’re incredible.”
All I could manage was a hum in return.
We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, then he shifted us to our sides. He wrapped his arms around me.
The need hadn’t disappeared, but I was able to come up for air.
“Rest,” Craig murmured, kissing the shell of my ear. “I’ve got you.”
I smiled as my eyelids fluttered shut. “Ok…”
He felt so good, and I wanted to be wrapped in his arms forever.
But I knew better.
Chapter 16 - Craig
Morning light spilled through the window over the bed, bathing Randy in a golden hue.
I was sore everywhere, but in the best possible way. We’d made love long into the night, him seemingly insatiable once we’d gotten started. We’d stopped long enough for dinner, and for him to bring in Russy. Then we’d returned to his bedroom.
It had been amazing, but I wasn’t delusional enough to think that a single night would rid Randy of whatever fears had kept him single for so long.
And it might have done more harm than good. He’d likely wake up feeling raw and exposed—like a tree with no bark. Which meant that I had to make sure that I wrapped him in an emotional safety blanket.
