Michael
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HE WHIPS HIS SHIRT off, and I’m mesmerized by the dips and valleys of his chest and abs. Of his tanned skin pulled tautly over sinewy muscles. He’s a giant...a giant made of granite. So virile and strong. I can’t believe I’m here with him. In bed. Married.
When he shucks his pants and underwear in one swoop, all I see now is the monster between his legs.
It looks...angry. Purple and veined and dripping. There is no way it’s real. Below the glistening beast, his balls are gloriously heavy and large. Of course, he’s big there. I just never realized how big big could look.
“That’s it, baby. Look at my cock. Your eyes are so big right now. It’s making me harder.” As if to punctuate his words, the monster twitches. “You don’t need to be scared, though. Baby, you were meant for this cock. For the things I’m going to do to you. There’s not a doubt in my mind you can take it. That you’ll take it all and beg me to give it to you harder. I’m a lucky man. To be your first. Your only.”
If he fits, sure. “How do you know it will fit...it looks so big?”
He fists it, jacking it slow, and my ass contracts around the hollow feeling inside me. I want to be filled. With him. But he’ll cleave me in two with that thing.
“I was made for you. I was made to fit inside you. To fill you. To give you pleasure.”
I want to believe him so badly. “Come hold me again?” I ask. And he’s on the bed a second later, pulling me into his arms tightly. All the chatter in my head dies down as we spoon. His protective embrace holding my doubts at bay. I inhale deeply. I don’t know if it’s his alpha pheromones, but his scent affects me. Settles me. “I feel so safe right now.”
“I’ll always keep you safe.”
I wiggle against his erection. God, there is no way that thing is going to fit inside me. But, no. He said it will and I choose to believe him. I trust him.
Oh my God. I trust him.
I’ve never trusted anyone before. Not really. I’ve always felt so alone.
I turn so we’re facing each other. I want to please him. If I can give him even a little bit back of what he’s given me. The way he makes me feel.
With both hands, I reach for his hard cock. It’s velvety and heavy, different from mine. As I move my hands up and down its length, Luke gasps, the tendons in his neck standing out as he grunts loudly.
“Easy, baby. You’ll make me come too fast.”
I meet his eyes. “And you want to come inside me.”
“Yeah, I want to come in your ass. So bad.”
“And make a baby. Tonight?”
“I’m going to fuck a baby into you. Tonight. Is that what you want?”
I want to make up for all the things he’s lost. Make him feel like he made the right choice making me his husband.
“Yes.” I squeeze him, and he swears. “I want you to. Tonight. Now.”
He rolls us over and lays his hard, weighty cock on my stomach, his plump balls rubbing on mine. “You’re going to get the knot. It’s going to lock my body into yours and then I’m going to pump so much come into that juicy ass...my balls are aching and full right now. It’s been so long, baby. I’m ...gonna drain them as deep as possible inside you.” He’s using his cock to massage mine, and he’s looking deeply into my eyes. “Once I get inside you, I won’t let up until I flood you with my come. Is that what you want?”
I raise my hips so I can slide myself against him, his dick, leaking pre-come against me, gliding so sexily. I’m slick and hot and achy for him. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
“Good boy.” He grasps us both in his hand and jerks slowly. “Fuck that’s good. Michael, how do you want to do this our first time? On your back? Do you want to ride me? Or on all fours?”
God. They all sound so indecent and good. “I want to see your face. I want to feel your weight.”
“I’d love that.”
I bend my knees and bring my legs up to my chest, my heart thumping wildly. He lines up his fat cock to my opening and pushes into me slowly. We don’t need lube because of my omega slick, but it burns, and I pull back instinctively, but I have nowhere to go. “Shh. Relax, sunshine. Let it happen. You want my baby in you, don’t you?” I nod. “Take a deep breath.”
He pushes in further, the ring of muscles he works through stings, but I force myself to relax as he glides into me slowly, inch by inch, aided by my omega secretions. My ass is wrapping around him, so wet. I’m full. Too full. I grasp his shoulders, and my short nails sink into his skin.
“Breathe, Michael.” He holds still, and I know that must be torture for him. I stretch around him, feeling every quake and pulse of his cock deep inside me. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he groans.
The stinging sensation lessens, and I look up into his intense gaze. He’s watching me so closely. His whole body is taut like elastic about to snap, but he’s waiting. Waiting for me to be okay.
“Okay, more?” I say, framing his concerned face in my hands. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod.
He pulls back several inches then surges forward. The further into my tight hole he goes, the more I want to feel him pulsing deep inside me. He’s awakened something in me. Something instinctual. His cock feels so good in me, hard and hot and filling me up as he glides slowly at first, and then faster and harder, pushing on my prostrate just right. The pleasure is overwhelming, building. I can’t even tell where it’s coming from. It has no center—it’s just everywhere, in every cell. He’s going to make me come without touching my dick.
He has a good rhythm going now, sliding his cock in and out quickly, grinding up against my happy place with every inward stroke. He kisses me passionately, desperately, before resting his face against my cheek, breathing hotly and moaning in my ear as he pumps into me. “You’re everything I dreamed you were,” he whispers.
I cling to him on every outward stroke, not wanting to be separated. I have a frantic need to be filled. I don’t care if it’s biology tricking me into feeling things that aren’t true. He may not love me, but he married me. He wants to give me a baby. That’s got to be enough, right?
He braces my knees back, thrusting in deep, and I feel his cock start to twitch and throb and grow.
Yes. Grow. It thickens as the alpha knot forms. It’s really happening.
“Oh, yeah, baby, I can tell you like that. The way your ass is squeezing me. You love me taking your ass like this, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I cry. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
He uses one of his giant hands to gently swipe the hair off my face. “I didn’t know either, sunshine. It’s never been like this for me before either.”
I don’t question him. He told me he wouldn’t lie to me. Something about the two of us together is different, better than anything else. I feel...special. And I feel something else. Something I never thought I’d feel. A special kind of peace I know I’ll only find in his arms, in his bed, in his life.
“Michael, I’m on the edge. I don’t think I can hold out much longer. I want to fuck you all night, I swear, but I’m desperate to come right now. The knot...if you want me to pull out it has to be now, or it will be too late.”
A wave of instinct crashes over me. I want him to come. I want to make him come—harder than he ever thought possible. “Look at me, Luke.” He looks me in the eye. “Don’t hold back. Make me yours. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you to make me yours.”
His nostrils flare. “Everyone is going to know you’re mine when you’re waddling around with my baby inside you, aren’t they?”
I nod, and his hands grip my ass so tight he’s going to leave marks.
“Are you claiming me as your man, sunshine? They’re all going to know. You sure? I can pull out. It’ll kill me, but I can do it. For you. If you need more time.”
I grasp his biceps tightly. “I’m proud to be your husband, Luke Barker. Come inside me. I need to feel you come.”
We both groan as the knot forms completely, notching him into my body, keeping him there. He’s locked in place and we are one. He reaches between us and starts pumping my cock.
There is an intimacy that emerges between us that is unlike anything I have ever felt. We connect on every possible level. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Spiritually. At that moment, he grunts, and I feel his seed spurt into me in long, drawn-out pulses. My ass contracts around him as I join his orgasm, spilling into his hand. The pleasure is so intense that I cry out in a long, silent scream.
“God, you’re milking it right out of me. I’m never leaving this fucking bed.”
He can’t pull out of me when he’s done, not for a while. And I don’t want him to go anywhere.
“Michael?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve never knotted anyone before. That was...that was my first time too.”
I don’t know what to do with this new information. It’s unexpected. It’s terribly sweet. I feel like my world is upside down and I don’t know how to act. How to be. I’m not the person I was an hour ago. He’s made me new again.
He lays his head on my chest and rolls his hips, keeping a gentle rhythm that feels like an ancient heartbeat. He’s getting thick again as he pushes his leaking seed back into me. We keep rocking and he starts sucking my neck until I arch and throb everywhere with another powerful orgasm.
“That’s it. God, you’re so gorgeous. Going to make me come again.”
We’re sticky and messy, and by the end of the night, I don’t think there’s a chance we didn’t make a baby.