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I don’t stop. I speed up because I want to be the reason he can’t hold himself together. His thighs tense under my hands, and his grip in my hair tightens.

“Romy, I mean it, I’m close.”

I pull back right before he comes.

“Holy shit,” he growls.

He catches me around the waist and draws me back onto the couch, settling me beneath him before tugging off my jeans and underwear. I gasp as his fingers slide inside me without any warning.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he says, sounding almost reverent.

“Your fault,” I pant.

“I’ll gladly take credit for that.”

He works me open with his fingers until I’m shaking with need. The sound of my wetness being spread by his pumping fingers nearly pushes me over the edge, but right before I come, he stops.

He settles between my legs. “I love you, Romy.”

“I love you too, Otis. Now get inside me before I combust.”

He laughs, then pushes into me in one long, slow stroke that has us both gasping for air. I’ll never get used to how huge he is. I’m starting to get addicted to the insane stretch, though. The way he fills me so completely is something I crave every time I look at him.

Otis sets a rhythm that has me clutching his shoulders, and every stroke drags against the most sensitive spot inside me. I lift my hips to meet him, and he groans into my neck.

“Harder, Otis. I know you can give me more than that.”

“You want it harder?”

I bite my lip and nod.

He drives into me harder while the couch creaks beneath us, and I cry out his name. Then, I feel something at the base of him, swelling against me with every thrust.

“What is that?”

He freezes immediately. “I don’t know. I swear I’ve never—”

“Hey.” I pull his face down to mine. “I’m not scared. I’m just surprised.”

The swelling catching against me every time he pushes deep, stretching me in a way that makes me think he’s going to split me open any second.

And it feels delicious.

“Oh God. Otis!”

He growls while he stretches me further than ever before. I clench around him, hanging on for dear life while he fucks me hard and deep.

“Otis, I’m…”

The words stay stuck in my throat. My body shakes violently as my orgasm rolls over me, taking me under, leaving me gasping for air.

He drives deep one last time and spills inside me while his knot swells and locks us together.

For a while, neither of us moves. He’s still pulsing inside me, and every twitch makes me gasp softly against his chest.

Eventually, my breathing slows. “Wow, that was incredible. How long does this usually last? This knot?”

“Romy, I genuinely have no idea. This has never happened to me before. For all I know, we’re stuck here for a while.”