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But Arlon gives me no time to overthink this. His kisses coax me back into the whirlpool of passion, and his fingers strum my pearl with expert precision. My entire being narrows to the ball of pleasure swirling in my lower belly, hurtling closer and closer to my climax.

“When you’ve come,” he pants against my lips, “when you’re soft and even wetter than now, you’ll take my knot easily.”

I’ve trusted him with my safety and my life, and I trust him with my body, too.

“A-all right.” I whine as my body tightens, anticipating the imminent release. “Show me.”

Arlon’s dark gaze burns with need as he pushes me down over his shaft once more. “I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, Tessa. Let go.”

He presses down on my pearl, and I hover on the precipice for a second, then allow myself to tumble over into bliss.

My climax rolls over me, and I clench around Arlon’s cock. He guides me through it, fucking me up and down, hitting all the pleasure spots inside me.

“So beautiful. Fuck, you’re dripping, love. That’s it, I can feel— fuck , Tessa!”

His words spill from him as if he’s unable to stop himself, and I vaguely realize he’s still holding back, letting me experience the full sensations.

My heart stutters at the realization, and I kiss him, trying to show him with my lips and tongue what I can’t seem to form in words, at least not right now when my thoughts are still floating in bliss.

Pleasure courses through my entire body, shivers and aftershocks mingling with my too-loud heartbeat.

But I collect myself enough to grab the back of Arlon’s neck and press my forehead to his.

“Show me,” I repeat.

He takes a shuddering breath, then nods once, a quick affirmation.

His large hands dig into my ass, and he pushes me slowly downward.

I’m so slick, I manage to take the top end of his knot easily.

When I feel the widest part of it pressing against my pussy lips, I sink into the lingering bliss, giving myself over to the sensation completely.

Arlon’s hands tremble as he applies more pressure to my hips. My body resists the knot for a moment longer, then I take it inside me, accepting Arlon fully. My eyes fly open at the incredible stretch, and I witness his first reaction up close, our noses nearly touching.

His lips are parted, his forehead creased in a frown, his expression one of disbelief, as if he wasn’t certain this would work. Then his eyes roll back, and he groans, his head tipping back in pleasure.

Lodged deep in my pussy, his knot pulses, and I gasp. Did he just?—?

Arlon focuses back on me, his gaze burning. He kisses me deeply, desperately, and I cling to him, my need rising to meet his. The insistent throb of him registers, and I realize he hasn’t come yet—it’s his knot filling me up, swelling to lock us together.

“Oh!”

I try to wiggle my hips, chasing more of the sensation, but Arlon clamps his hands on my hips and presses me down with a growl.

“You want my cum, love?” He sniffs at my neck, then licks my sweaty skin, shuddering beneath me. “I’ll give it all to you, but you have to be good for me.”

The low timbre of his voice sends shivers through me, my nipples tightening again. He was so controlled before, helping me through two climaxes, taking care of my pleasure, but this is a different side of him, tightly wound and wild.

“I’m so close again,” I admit, my words a whining plea. “You feel so good inside me. I didn’t think I’d like it this much, but now I need you to move , please!”

He groans. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.”

Before I can protest that this wasn’t begging, he rocks his hips up, slow, deliberate.

With his knot locking us together, I can’t ride him anymore, but we move as one, our bodies sealed in a tight embrace.

Arlon shifts his grip and draws my legs around his waist. The new angle changes everything.

His knot presses more firmly against that sweet spot inside me, and I go tumbling over the edge.

I clamp down around him, screaming his name as pleasure crashes through me, deeper, sharper this time.

Arlon’s cock swells inside me, and then he’s coming, spilling his hot cum deep in my pussy.

“Tessa!”

He wraps his arms around me, holding tight, as if afraid I’ll slip away. So I cling to him just as fiercely, letting him know I’m not going anywhere.

When the tremors finally ease, I glance down between us, expecting his knot to shrink and a messy flood of cum to spill from me.

But he stays hard. The knot fills me so completely, not a single drop escapes.

I fixate on that instead of my rising feelings that seem too big, too overwhelming for something that was, at its core, just fucking.

Incredible, sensational, once-in-a-lifetime fucking, but still.

“Look at me, love.” Arlon takes my chin and lifts my face so he can look into my eyes. “Are you all right?”

I manage a wobbly grin. “You’re really asking me that? You didn’t feel me come?”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re not hurt?”

“No. I’m simply wondering what happens now.” I glance down between us, where we’re still joined. “I knew you said we’d be locked together, but for how long?”

His grin turns wicked, and he tumbles me over onto the covers, his big body pressing down on mine. “For however long we want.”