Page 43 of Knot Your Basic B*tch

“I’ve n-never…” I tried to take in a deep breath, but it just came out as a shudder.

“That’s alright, Love. I’ll ease you into everything. We don’t have to play back there today.”

Then Brutus’ palm was on my clit, grinding down.

My back arched off the bed as I gripped the sheets, desperate to hold on to something. I whimpered, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.

Brutus slid a finger against my entrance.

“That’s it, you’re fucking drenched for me.”

As Brutus praised me, even more slick dripped down my thighs. I’d never been wetter in all my life.

Brutus moved off my body, just long enough to undo his belt and tug off his pants, freeing his cock.

My lips parted at the sight of it. While Brutus might not be as girthy as the twins, his cock was longer by far.

I’m in serious danger of getting dicked to death by all these massive cocks—which honestly is not the worst way to go.

Brutus slid his cock against my entrance painting my clit, as if his dick were a paintbrush. Back and forth, he teased me with just the tip. Giving me just a taste of the pleasure to come.

He rocked against me without giving me what I needed, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please,” I whimpered, sliding my legs open further so that he knew exactly what I needed.

Brutus repositioned himself until I could feel him prodding me. With one thrust, he dove inside of me. Taking me deep. His hips were flush against mine, grinding against my clit.

He pulled out slowly, letting me feel every inch, drawing almost all the way out before fucking into me again. Over and over again, in a delicious rhythm.

The pressure, the warmth of his skin, the friction of his cock against my walls—it was all sogood.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, pressing closer. Desperate to have more of him. My pussy clenched and more slick gushed down my thighs.

“Soak my cock, little omega. That’s my good girl.”

Brutus grabbed me, right by the neck, forcing me to look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide with lust as he stared at me with a hunger I could feel all the way down to my bones.

“You take me so well. This pussy was made for me. Made to take all of me.” He slammed his cock into me, brutally hard, fucking into me deeper.

I groaned.

The bliss took over until it felt like I was melting into pure pleasure. I didn’t want to be a hard-working student on top of all her academics, I didn’t want to be strong and at the top of my game. I didn’t care about my rigid academic expectations. The only rigid thing that mattered anymore, was already moving inside of me.

I just wanted Brutus to fuck me until I couldn’t think anymore. Just feel.

Brutus rested his big hand around my throat, squeezing gently. He leaned into my ear to whisper. “I want to control the air you breathe. I want you to know that every breath you take belongs to me.”

That is incredibly toxic and I should not get off on that.

My clit was throbbing in response to his words. Because she was nothing but a stupid fucking cunt.

I gasped, forcing myself to pull in steady wisps of air, around the bulk of Brutus’ bear-like hand. The light pressure around my neck made everything more intense.

I was nothing but feeling, and the sensations, and that hard slide of massive cock. The only thing I wanted to be was Brutus’ good little omega.

Without warning, I came. Violently. Bursts of sharp pleasure erupted out of my core, rocketing down my spine likelightning. White hot pleasure coursed through each limb, shuddering through the length of my entire body.

In the aftershocks, I was nothing but a melted puddle where an omega used to be. I felt loose and unwound. If I wasn’t careful I was going to melt straight into the bed.