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His cheeks grew even hotter at the pet name. "You're a tease."

"You like it," you replied, smiling when his jeans hit the floor with a quiet fwump, leaving him in just his boxers.

You palmed him through the fabric, feeling the way he was practically leaking through. "All this from just smelling me?"

You didn't know what came over you. You were at his family home for fuck sake, but something about Valko made you stupid and vice versa.

"Yeah. Just… just be quick."

"Mhmm."

You took him out of his boxers. There was a bead of moisture welling at the tip, his length twitching with a desperate need for release.

You started careful, trying to catch the right rhythm. When you found it, he let out a half whine, half groan into your shoulder. "Yeah, just like that."

He gripped your hand, forcing you to squeeze him tighter. "Faster. Please."

You obliged, keeping your gaze on his. He squeezed his eyes shut, his shoulders tensing at the stimulation.

"Feels good?" you cooed.

He bit back a small whimper. "Yeah—feels really good. Don't stop—" His tilted his hips, chasing the friction of your hand.

Your palm was growing slick with his mess, his stomach dipping every time your fingers grazed over that sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. "Right there, right there—Fuckk," he gasped, his voice strained.

The rhythmic thump thump thump of his tail filled the quiet room. His ears twitched, the sensation of you fisting his cock making his vision blur for a second.

You felt as his free hand shot out to grip the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a messy kiss. He groaned into your mouth, his dick twitching in your grip.

He'd been sitting in the living room for several minutes, trying to will his boner away. Every time he shifted, his jeans rubbed against his dick in a way that made heat twist in his gut. Now that you were touching him, it felt too good. You drove him to the edge embarrassingly fast.

"You're right there, aren't you, puppy?"

Valko gave a needy nod. "Yeah, I am. Hnngh… Make me cum. Please make me cum." He shoved his face in your neck, inhaling shakily, his hips stuttering into your fist.

He was desperate, his breath uneven. You felt the base of bit cock starting to swell. You probably should've stopped at the point, but you didn't.

Valko gave a few more frantic thrusts into your hand before he was coming with a whine. Your fist was covered in hot, pearly strings of his release.

He stayed in your neck for a minute before pulling back to look between your bodies. "Fuck…" he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut with an irritated sound.

You followed his gaze downward and— "Oh, shit." The thing about werewolves—quickies usually didn't solve their problems. If anything, it only made the problem… bigger. His knot had swelled, pulsing in rhythm with his ragged breath, even more unsatisfied than before. "I'm so sorry, I totally forgot—"

Valko groaned, his ears pinned back against his head as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the top of your head. "It's fine." But his tail flicked behind him, more wired than before. "Now, instead of uncomfortably sitting in the living room, I can uncomfortably sit in the bathroom."

You blinked up at him, your lips pursed in a frown. "Val, I totally forgot your dick does… you know, that."

He let out a strained laugh. "Yeah. I did too for a second."

"…Want me to stay..?"

"Please don't. Just looking at you is making me lose my mind. Just wash your hands and go back."

"Val—"

"Seriously," he huffed, his voice caught between a grunt and a whine. "You're gonna make me hard again."

"Okay, okay!"

"And be cool."

"Okay."

You felt it before your sex stupid brain could process it- this thick, swelling pressure at your already stuffed hole. Stretching you wider. Wider. Too wide-

His knot.

It shoved inside with a wet POP and you shrieked, back bowing clean off the mattress, nails carving bleeding trenches down his spine. The sudden fullness -that fat bulge locking him in, plugging you up, pressing against every sensitive nerve- had your vision whiting out again. Your cunt spasmed around him, another orgasm cresting before the last one even finished, milking his knot in desperate fluttering clenches.

“Huh? What happened?” Total confusion. His ears shot up, head tilting, “You alright babe? Did I do something?”

“Your- your fucking knot- fuckfuckfuck-“ you choked out.

“What?” He blinked down at you, all golden puppy eyes while his monster sized knot split you in half, “What's wrong with it?”

“Ser -seriously? Sh’too- It's s’too big-“

“It is?” As he smirks he shifts his weight and you damn near passed out, “seems fine to me?”

You laughed -or sobbed, hard to tell- and it broke into a moan when he rolled his hips experimentally. You grabbed his hand and shoved it down between your bodies, pressing it against the bulge in your lower belly. Obscene. Fucking obscene.

“Valko.”

He looked down. Blinked. His tail started wagging. Actually wagging!

“Oh wow.” Like he'd found something mildly interesting, “That's pretty crazy.”

“YEAH.”

“Does it actually hurt?” He pressed against the bulge with genuine curiosity and your eyes nearly rolled back into your skull. Tail still going.

“Do you- hahh- do you seriously not know- how huge-“

“Dunno, never measured?” He dropped a casual kiss on your forehead, sweet as anything, while his fat fucking knot throbbed like it was trying to reshape your insides. “Always been like this. Annnnd those noises don’t really convince me you’re in pain.”

You were gonna fucking murder him. Right after you finished losing your mind on his cock.

He ground down into you and you came so hard you forgot your own name, pussy clenching around him like a goddamn vice.

“Oh- shit- shit-“ Finally cracking, his voice going high and whiney, “Squeezing me so tight, you’re gonna make me-“

He buried his face in your neck and came with a broken whine, and you felt it- pulse after pulse of hot cum pumping into you, filling you up til your belly rounded out even more. His arms caged you in, tail thumping against the mattress as he bred you full.

“S'good,” he slurred against your throat…

“Valko,” you whimpered, brain leaking out your ears., “M'so full-“

“Mm?” He sounded so pleased with himself.

Still absolutely clueless.

Way later -who even knows how long- he was still on top of you, weight braced on his elbows so he didn't crush you. His knot pulsed lazy and another warm gush filled you up.

“Hey,” he mumbled into your hair, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

“Mm.”

“So...” His fingers walked playfully up your side, making you squirm- which only made you clench around his knot and whimper, “You think my knot's big, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Nah but like-“ He propped himself up to look at you, smirking, tail swishing, “You were really loud about it. Pretty sure the neighbors know now.”

“I hate you.”

“Mmhm.” He rolled his hips just slightly -enough to make you gasp- and his grin widened. “That why you're still milking my cock right now?”

Your face burned, “I- I can't- it's involuntary-“

“Sure it is.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nuzzling, “S'okay baby. I think it's cute how much you love my huge knot.”

“I never said-“

“‘S'so fucking big Valko,'”he mimicked in a breathy voice, and you smacked his chest while he snickered. “'Your knot Valko, oh my god-“

“I do NOT sound like that.”

“You kinda do.” Another lazy grind. Another gush of cum. His eyes glittered. “Wanna hear what else you said? Got real creative toward the end there.”

You shoved at his shoulder uselessly. He didn't budge, just laughed and buried his face in your neck, pressing smiling kisses to your skin.

“M'just teasing, babe” His tail curled around your thigh, “youre cute when you're embarrassed.” He nuzzled the tippy top of your head.

“I'm gonna kill you when your knot finally goes down.”

“Mm, that's fair.” He snuggled closer, entirely unbothered, “Gives me like twenty more minutes to annoy you though.”

His hips shifted again, lazy and deliberate, and the noise you made was mortifying.

“Ohgod—! Valko —mmhp. . I- I need a break!” You hiccup out through loud wails and breathless moans, shivering and trembling widely from the overwhelming pleasure Valko has bringing for hours after hours. 

Your voice is completely battered and high pitched from how much you’ve been screaming in ecstasy every time Valko forces his thick cock into your drooling hole, pushing you over the edge over and over until he’s reduced you into a babbling mess. Godd. . how long has it been since your boyfriend trapped you on the bed?

Keeping you immobilized in the meanest mating press, rough hands splayed on the underside of your soft thighs— forcing your thighs to stay glued to your plump chest.  

“G- god. . you feel sooo good ‘round me—! This pussy is just so —nghh, t- tight ‘n. . hckk— wet” Valko stutters out, shameless with his words. 

“Needa’ f- fill you up —fuckk! wanna’ -haaah ohfuck, wa- wanna fill you up till your dripping m- my cum out, baby” he pants out between groans of your name and breathless whimpers, his terry digging into his bottom lip till scarlet trickles from the small punctures. 

With a broken, whiney voice, you loudly squeal out his name— tears trickling down your flushed cheek as fresh tears waters in your glossy eyes. When he leans down to be closer to your exhausted body, the angle only has his thick cock sinking even deeper into your creamy pussy. . eliciting a sweet wail, your body uselessly writhing. That hungry mouth of Valko’s finds itself suckling on the exposed and sensitive skin of your neck, tongue dragging along your sweaty skin. 

With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw and swollen velvety walls, his thick cum pours down the delightful curve of your ass. . staining the messy fabric below. Needily, Valko suckles the skin of your neck aggressively, a wet pop filling the room when he pulls away to admire the pretty mark he left. Your flavor; sweet, inviting, and addictive lingers on his tongue, cock bobbing in your gooey, white- covered walls.

“N- noo — mmhp! ne- need more of this sweet, baby!” Valko whines out pathetically, his grip tightening on your poor thighs— surely there will be a bruise on your tender flesh. 

The thickened knot at the base of his cock pulses widely, kissing at your swollen pussy lips with every mean thrust. 

“Valko—!” You gasp out, shivering violently when his lips find your sweet spot on your neck, submitting to his own instincts. . those sharp canines of his drag along your poor skin until you conceive his mark.

Your velvet walls convulse and squeeze so tightly around his cock, a lewd squeal torn from you when your pussy erotically sprays your juices on Valko’s abdomen. He tears a whiney shriek from you when one of his hands slides from your thighs to rub firmly and roughly at your swollen clit— groaning in pure delight when more jets of your juices sprays from your over sensitive cunt.

“Nnngh—. . ohfuckk! H- haah, ca- can’t take it! Too much—!” You moan out, throwing your head against the pillow, hair sprawled out. 

“C’monn, le- lef me —nghh fuckfuckfuck. . fill you with my pups, baby” He groans out in a primal tone, cock twitching and drooling thick beads of precum in your walls.

He’s soo close, knot throbbing painfully as it begs to be buried deep in your creamy pussy. You barely manage to arch your back, shouting out his and when your cunt is stretched out by the thick swell of his knot. Valko whines, drool seeping from his lips to drip on your neck as his knot slowly and slowly spreads your hole wider to accommodate the extra stretch. 

It slips in with an obscure and loud squealchh, eliciting loud moans from both of you as it just presses deeper and deeper into your poor pussy. Valko opens his mouth wide, groaning as he bites at your neck, sharp teeth piercing into your until blood seeps from the small punctures. . his tongue smoothing the aching area— you let out an ear piercing scream, sobbing as you feel his wet tongue smearing against your sensitive skin.

“Haaah—! Ohfuckfuckfuck! V- Valko. . hckk” You wail out, a new batch of fat tears pouring from your glossy eye as your hole lewdly slurps his knot until it is seated deep in your cunt.

“Ju- just like thatt. . nnghh— y- you take me soo well—!” Valko whines out, closing his eyes tightly, shoving his nose into your hair to sniff up your delicious scent while his tail wags fastly. 

Valko’s balls twitch and tighten as thick ropes of his cum shoot deep into your spasming hole— your belly bloated from how much he’s been filling you up. Your pussy throbs and aches, a small ring of cum forming around his base, his balls throbbing against your ass as his cock throbs. . shooting more and more cum into your sloppy hole. And with his knot stuck and plunging your cunt, your trembling and whining from the fullness— not knowing what to do with yourself.  

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“Yeah?” His voice is gruff and hoarse, almost like he’s keeping a whimper tight in his throat. His leg bounces as fast as his heart pounds his chest. You’re so pretty, with your pretty parted lips, and how your saliva keeps it just wet enough to shine in the warm lamp light. So plump for him to kiss and bite—

“As I was saying,” You pull your hand away, not hearing the small whine that leaves him from the lack of contact. “We need to make sure you’re comfortable for the next few hours. You said you can get agitated when there’s full moons, right?”

“Mmh.” Better a grunt than a moan. You brush it off assuming the effects of the celestial event are starting to mess with him internally.

Of course, you’re well aware that he’s got an extra pair of fluffy scratchable ears on the top of his head, an even fluffier tail protruding from the base of his spine, and sharper canines. You’re not ignorant. 

What you don’t know is that he’s much more prone to getting heated in these hours. Especially in the presence of someone who his body, mind, and soul are attuned to completely. It’s you. You're that someone.

But he has to behave for your sake. He can’t be bad, he can’t be too rash and aggressive or he might scare you off. You might not like it. But he wants you so damn bad, he can’t even hide it anymore. 

You’re rattling about restraints, something to tie him to incase he goes berserk.

Restraints. Belts. Muzzle. Chair. Tie him to a chair. He wants you to tie him to a chair.

He wants you to restrain him. He wants you to sit on his lap and feel how hard his cock is for you, feel it throb just below your cunt, grind his hips up to you still so retrained and held back that he has to beg you to ride him. He might as well ask for it. 

“…unless that’s too extreme.” You mutter, expecting a response. Nothing. Did he zone out again? What’s going on with Valko to be so distracted? He wasn’t like this last month. “Look, I know the full moon can be a messy time for you, and now that it’s a supermoon it could be worse, but I’d prefer you to actually respond— oh.”

Valko is drooling. Valko’s eyes are glazed over. Valko is blushing beyond relief. And Valko is sporting a rock hard boner.

The silence that stretches between you would have been uncomfortable, it should have been. But you seem to enjoy the rough pants that escape his lips, how his hands are balled into fists to keep himself at bay. How the veins on his neck are far more prominent now. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hoping you won’t say anything foolish. 

“Don’t laugh.” Valko grits, his fluffy ears drooping a little. 

“I wasn’t going to.” You say, trying to ignore the fact that your lips are twitching into a smile.

You glance down from his agitated golden eyes to his neck, to his large muscular chest covered by the black tank you always find so attractive on him, to the taper of his waist, to the pulsing print of his cock bulging against his pants.

Now that you think of it, you two haven’t shared the bed recently. You’ve both been so busy with work that neither of you have had time for each other. And you’ve been very wound up these last few days.

“I think we should figure out what restraints will be good for you.” A purr follows your words as you rest your hands on his chest. Muscular, warm, huge chest that you love to sleep on. You’re making this much, much worse and you know it. You can hear it in the groan that rumbles in his chest. 

“Oh, is it getting worse?” You play an aloof demeanour, reaching to caress the soft ears on his head, making sure to rub on that sensitive spot where his hair is its softest. A soft moan escapes Valko’s lips as his golden eyes flutter closed.

“Please…”

“What do you need me to do, my love?” Your lips ghost the shell of his fleshy ear, tongue peeking out to trace the shell. He shudders, head lowering to give you more access, hips rocking towards you so you can feel just what you need to do. 

You don’t want that, though. He has to say it.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

A pained moan rushes right into your ear as he drops a part of his weight on you. Valko doesn’t want to say it but he also wants to say it. It doesn’t make sense. This heated state is driving him insane, and you’re giving him such a clear path to relief. But what he wants is different from what you usually do… will you agree?

With a shaky breath, Valko nuzzles the side of your neck, mustering the will to confess his desire. “You have to tell me no if you can’t do it.”

“I will.” You reassure him, stroking his soft hair. His arms wrap tight around you, grounding himself in your presence as the words unknot themselves to flow out.

“If you’re grossed out—“

“I won’t be grossed out, Val.” You softly say, rubbing circles into his lower back. “Nothing about you grosses me out. I trust you, so you need to trust that I’ll handle whatever you need and that I’ll tell you if I can’t. Outside of cannibalism, I'm not doing that.”

That makes him chuckle. “You’ll tell me the second you’re uncomfortable?”

“The millisecond.”

His next request comes out more sheepishly. “You’ll tell me I’m doing good?”

“I’ll put a poet to shame.”

“Pull my hair?”

“Put a collar on you too if you’re feeling feisty.”

A sigh of relief escapes Valko’s lips. Oh, he loves you. Finally, he pulls his face away from your neck to level your gaze with fresh determination on his face. “I want you to tie me to the chair, and ride the shit outta me.”

Ask and ye shall receive, as you hear them say.

It was easy to put Valko on a chair especially when he's drunk on your kisses, hungrily biting marks into your bare chest and stomach, gripping your hips so tight you’d think he’s terrified that you’ll run. It was easier to get soaked just from watching him strip for you— that, and having his fingers curl so good inside your cunt as he slurped and lapped at your clit.

The only ‘difficult’ part was restraining him to the chair, legs, arms, and torso roped tight, and that’s just because he’s antsy whenever the full moon happens. 

But something about this supermoon has got him more riled up than usual. Why, you ask?

You’ve been bouncing on the man’s cock for two hours. 

You’re not complaining, you love every second of this. Your walls are fluttering around him as he slides in and out of you so easily, caught by you keeping his fat tip inside leaking all that sticky, hot precum before you drop into his lap again and again and again. 

“Val— ooh, fuck!” Your praise has otherwise become mush, slurred moans of his name and whatever adulation could come to mind. Valko doesn’t mind since he isn't doing any better. If anything, he’s lost the need to think.

“S-So good,” His throat is torn from how loud he’s been, his hips jutting into you even with his thick, corded thighs roped down to the chair. His tail is slapping the floor, his fluffy ears are twitching. He can barely move, limbs strapped down and a collar wrapped around his neck at his own request. And he loves it.

He wants to cum so bad. But then he’d end up swelling so much that he’d be stuck for hours, just grinding and grinding and plugging his seed inside instead of feeling you slap down on him with each rise and fall of your full hips. He wouldn’t have your soft breasts bouncing in his face, or feel your hands scratch his undercut and pull his hair, or hear the hiccups in your voice or the ragged moans in his own.

Why make this pleasure so short-lived when he can prolong it? 

His cock is leaking like a faucet, keeping him smooth and wet for you to use him as you please, pulsing with the desire to just release. His sacks are drawn up tight, literally clenching with enough cum to repopulate a country, and yet he still won’t give in.

Valko drags his tongue up your jaw all the way to your cheekbone. “ ‘m I fuckin’ you good?”

“Hah— mhm. Such a good boy.” You ramble into his lips as you kiss him, slipping your tongue inside to taste him as if he isn’t all that you can sense. “So big and thick and hot… so— Valko— so full ‘f you, want you deeper, you’re so good!”

You’re on orgasm number five by now, gripping onto Valko’s strong shoulders for dear life, back arched, tugging his hair like you want to rip his red locks off. It’s the supermoon, you tell yourself, it must be shooting his stamina through the roof.

It fucking has to be if he’s been rutting into you like a bullet train without cumming even once. His girth twitches with every rock of your plush hips, it leaks and weeps inside you every time you squeeze him hard enough to cut off his blood flow. It has to hurt, prolonging his climax for this long.

Valko likes it that way. He likes the hurt. He likes the way his body just responds to you so well, like you’re made for each other. You have to be.

Your knees are starting to ache. Your thighs are burning from the constant bouncing up and down his thick length but the feeling of him dragging through your walls with each vein pressing against your walls is too good. The overwhelming bump of his cockhead kissing your cervix may just tip you over the edge again. The fucking curve of his cock and the angle just lets him reach the sensitive nerves of your g-spot so good every damn time!

You love these fucking supermoons.

“Valko,” You hum, licking his lips then his chin and jaw, your breath heavy as you maintain your pace. Just a few more and you’ll be in pure bliss. But you need him there with you. “I’m close. I’m so close. Hnn, need you— cum with me.”

“You— oh, you sure?” He whimpers, nuzzling you as you lick the tears off his cheeks. “I’ll—“

“Knot me, mhm.” You nod, rubbing your nose into his cheek, inhaling his scent. This man’s frenzied behaviour has been rubbing off on you too much, not that there’s reason to complain. “You’re gonna swell up so fuckin’ thick, yeah?”

He nods. “Gonna plug all that cum in me, keep it warm inside while you grind ’n rut into me?”

“Yeah,” He affirms, his arms pulling against the restraints. Is this what you want? You want him to bond with you to that much of an intimate extent? You must truly love him. “ ’m gonna stay in you the whole night, snug inside. But I like when you ride me.” You can feel him pouting as he pecks your skin. So cute.

“Then you’ll be a good boy, right?” You coo, your hands cupping his face as you press your thumbs on his lower lip. “Cum with me, and stay inside all night.” You fight every urge to give in to the pleasure when he bites your fingers.

You suck his upper lip, letting your moans vibrate into his. “Can you do that for me?”

Valko’s a simple man. You ask for something and he’ll give it to you with a smile. Like he is now, canines bared, tongue lapping at your fingers before he attacks your lips with a bruising, hot kiss. He pulls away just for a second to mutter against your mouth, “I love you.”

“I know, baby.” You huff, smiling into the kiss as you scratch his fluffy ears. Valko’s hips rut up faster and you can feel his cock swell at the base, almost ready to be plugged into you. Oh, he is so going to eat his cum out of you once he’s soft. “Now be good and cum with me.” 

You whimper and squirm against the sheets, teasing your entrance before shoving it back inside, pumping your wrist and hoping it eases the ache that Caleb's cock left you craving.

Then the door creaks open, and you freeze, the toy still buried deep inside you. Mortification covers your body faster then the sheets could.

Caleb stands in the doorway, still in uniform. He doesn't look angry, but there's a possessive glint in his eyes that tell you exactly how he feels about seeing something else inside you.

"What's this?"

"Caleb!" you choke, face flushing red. "Oh my god… I thought you—you were still on the trip!"

He doesn't move at first. He just lets the strap of his travel bag slide from his shoulder and hit the ground with a heavy thud. With his gaze fixed on you, he finally takes a step closer to the bed.

"I finished early. Thought I'd surprise you." He unzips his jacket slowly. "Seems I'm the one who's surprised."

You remain frozen, eyes tracking every movement he makes until he tosses the jacket onto a chair, and steps toward the edge of the bed. His voice drops to a husky whisper.

"Did you miss me that much, baby? Had to find a replacement?"

"I'm so sorry," you stammer. "I was just… craving something inside me, you know? It's been so long and…"

You cut off your rambling as he climbs onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight as he kneels before you, one hand braced near your hip. The other hand reaches for the sheet you're clutching.

"Sorry?" Caleb's fingers curl into the fabric, holding it taut. "Don't be sorry for wanting that pretty pussy to be filled.” He smirks, but it’s tight. “But you should be sorry for using a piece of plastic for that. You have me."

You whimper, pressing your legs together as though somehow you could hide the toy.

"But… you weren't here. I had to do something."

Caleb tsks softly.

"That's not an excuse. You should've waited for me."

Before you can react, he yanks the sheet away, exposing you completely. Cool air rushes across your skin, and despite your best efforts, the toy is only hidden by the way it's nestled inside you. Caleb's eyes lock onto it, and a muscle ticks in his jaw.

Instinctively, you reach down, only for Caleb to swat your hand away. His own fingers wrap around the base of the dildo as he slowly pulls it from you. The slick, pink silicone glistens in the dim light.

A shaky breath leaves you as he holds it up—to your further embarrassment—examining it with a dark, unreadable expression.

"You went out and bought this?" His voice is a low, disapproving rumble. "Got yourself all worked up for a fake dick?"

You don't reply, too ashamed to meet his gaze as it flicks down to the mess between your thighs.

"It got you nice and wet, didn't it?"

He taps the toy on your clit, making you jolt.

"I'm talking to you."

"I was thinking of you!" you protest, squirming as he rubs the tip through your swollen folds. "I swear, Caleb. I want you—want you so much more."

Caleb doesn't look convinced, especially not when he pushes the toy back inside you and watches your pussy flutter around the length.

"Oh yeah?" he growls, drawing it out before pushing it back in again. "Then why are you making those sweet noises for it, huh?"

You writhe against the sheets, pleasure curling through your body. It's not just the toy—it's Caleb. The way he's looking at you. The way he's talking to you. The way each thrust forces you to feel every inch of a dick that isn't his.

A moan slips from your lips. You can’t help it. You’ve missed him… any attention from him.

Caleb presses a firm hand against your thigh, ensuring your legs stay draped wide and trembling as he increases the pace.

"Fuck," he groans. "Look at you."

He shoves the dildo deep.

"Is it better than me? Is that why you bought it?"

You shake your head immediately, trying to catch your breath.

"Oh fuck… it's not b-better… it's not—"

"Then why are you soaking wet for it?" His stare doesn't leave your face. "Why are you moaning like a slut for it?"

The question leaves you with no answer beyond another helpless sound. Your lips part, but nothing coherent comes out.

Caleb's jaw tightens as he drives the toy in once more, deep and hard before suddenly ripping it out of you. The sudden emptiness is cruel and leaves you cold, your pussy throbbing around nothing.

Caleb scoffs at your needy whine and tosses the toy across the room where it lands with a dull thud. Your pulse pounds in your ears as he crowds into your space, leaving no room for anything except him.

His hands are quick as they work his belt open, shoving down his pants and boxers until his cock is free.

You barely have a moment to admire the length you've missed so much before he’s tugging you towards him, and folding you in half. Your legs dangle from his shoulder as he positions himself between your thighs.

The tip of his cock brushes your entrance, a gentle warning that contradicts the harsh way he slams inside you. Your eyes squeeze shut from the stretch, your mouth parting in a gasp of pleasure.

His mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing the rest of your moan in a messy kiss as he begins to give you rough thrusts. His thick tip bullies your cervix, making up for everyday he's been gone.

He's so much bigger than the toy.

Warmer and real. It's making you fall apart.

"Oh s-shit…. oh Caleb… Caleb—!"

Your words dissolve into broken sounds, giving you no chance to recover between each pump of his hips. The room is getting stuffy, his balls smacking your ass with enough force to erase the memory of that silicone he'd found buried inside you.

When he finally pulls back to look at you, his eyes are dark and possessive. Sweat drips from his temple as his hands snake beneath your thighs, pushing them towards your chest as he fucks you harder.

"Missed you so much…"

Thrust.

"And this is what I come home to?"

Thrust.

The headboard knocks softly against the wall.

"Tell me I'm better."

Thrust.

"Now."

You gasp, fingers clawing at his biceps. The muscles in your thighs twitch and burn from the position.

"You're s'much better, 'Leb… mmmghhh—!"

"That's fucking right."

One hand leaves your thigh to grab your cheeks, forcing your glazed eyes back onto him. Your face is squished and hot beneath his palm.

"I catch you using it again," shivers run down your spine at his tone, "and it's going down your throat, understood?"

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