Chapter 99: Overflow (18+)

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"I want... I want to come. Please. Please let me come." I rambled, like a man possessed. "It’s too much... I can’t hold it... please, Lorenzo..."

He didn’t give it to me right away. Instead, he drove back into that same relentless rhythm, deeper and harder than before. Each thrust knocked another helpless sound from my throat until I was sobbing without care for who might hear.

The filthy sound of his cock sliding through my slickness filled the room, almost as intimate as the stretch itself.

My bound wrists tugged uselessly against the sash every time his hips snapped forward, and the restriction only made the pressure inside me feel sharper, more inescapable.

I could feel every thick ridge of him dragging against that spot that turned my thoughts into static, and the only thing left in my head was the desperate need to be allowed to fall.

At the peak of one particularly deep thrust, he buried his face against the junction of my neck and shoulder, biting down hard...just enough to bruise, slightly breaking the skin, the sharp sting spreading in a rush of heat that mingled with the overwhelming fullness until I was shaking, gasping, and right on the edge again.

A broken "ah— Alpha..." spilled out of me before I could stop it, the sound cracked and wet.

He held the bite for several long seconds, his teeth locked in place while his hips continued their deep, grinding rhythm.

That combination of the temporary mark and the relentless pressure nearly tipped me over, and when he finally released my skin, he soothed the mark with slow kisses, dragging his tongue across it, scenting me thoroughly as he murmured against the new bruise.

"Not the real bite," he said quietly, almost softly against my skin. "Not yet...the real mark is something I’ll give you when you want it badly enough to beg for it. When you love me enough to ask. Until then... this will do."

The possessiveness in his words settled over me like another kind of weight, heavy and inescapable. He resumed the hard, deep pace without warning, each thrust hitting home with such force that the temporary bite throbbed in time with the impact.

I no longer cared how loud I was or if I was holding onto any last bit of composure.

The stretch, the burn, and the unrelenting drag of his cock against that spot inside reduced me to broken moans and shaky gasps, and I would occasionally murmur "Yes, Alpha" whenever he demanded it.

Before you judge, I must defend myself by saying Lorenzo fucking me felt way too good to even remember where the fuck I was...much less my pride or defiance.

Every snap of his hips sent another helpless "nngh—" or soft, hitching "ah..." tumbling out of me, and the wet slap of skin against skin only made it worse.

My body kept trying to push back to meet him even though I was already completely open and pinned, and the knowledge that I was doing it without being told only made my face burn hotter.

When he finally decided I had earned it, he drove in deep and stayed there, grinding against that sensitive spot while his free hand wrapped around my neglected cock, stroking firmly.

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with control. "Thank me when you do."

"Please... I’ll thank you... I promise...!" The words came out shaky and desperate, almost a sob. "Please, Alpha... let me come... I’ve been good... please..."

His permission shattered whatever restraint I had left. Orgasm crashed through me in heavy waves, my body seizing around him as a half-sobbed,

"Thank you— Alpha—" tore from my throat.

The intensity left me trembling, every pulse of pleasure heightened by the fact that he was still deep inside and still moving through my aftershocks.

Slick and cum spilled messily between us with every small roll of his hips, and I could feel it dripping down onto the sheets beneath me.

Lorenzo followed long after, his rhythm turning almost brutal during the last few thrusts before he slammed home one last time and stayed there.

The first heavy pulse of his release flooded me with warmth, then the base of his cock began to swell, the knot expanding inside my already overstretched rim until the pressure became almost too much.

"It’s so full... Alpha... please... I can feel you everywhere..." I whimpered.

The stretch forced another broken sound from my throat as the knot locked us together, the inability to escape the fullness leaving me trembling and completely claimed.

Cum began to overflow even around the thick base of the knot with every pulse of his release, warm and slick as it leaked out of me in messy rivulets that ran down the curve of my ass and soaked into the sheets.

The wet heat of it only made the pressure feel more intense, and I could not stop the soft, continuous "ah... ah..." that slipped out of me with every tiny shift of his hips.

He remained buried deep while the knot continued to swell, one hand still pinning my wrists and the other stroking slowly along my thigh as if to soothe the marks he had left on it.

The wet heat of his release and the pressure of the knot made me oversensitive, every small movement from him sending fresh sparks through nerves already pushed to their limits.

More of his cum kept seeping out around the knot, the overflow slow and continuous, and the filthy evidence of it only made the whole thing feel more real.

Eventually Lorenzo, untied my wrists and pulled me closer, careful because of the knot, and the quiet intimacy of being held while still so thoroughly claimed settled over me like another heavy weight.

For a while, neither of us spoke. The only sounds were our uneven breathing and the soft, wet shift of him still inside me.

"It hurts so good... please... don’t go--" I sobbed, completely wrecked as I held on to him even tighter. "Please stay... I need you inside... don’t pull away yet..."

"Good omega," he murmured against the temporary mark on my neck, his words almost gentle. "You took me so well. Rest now, the knot will keep us like this for a while... and I mean to enjoy every minute of it. I’m not going anywhere, my love."

I lay there beneath him, still trembling and flushed, processing the reality of what had just happened...the heavy throb of the knot, the fresh ache of the bite mark, and the residual pain from the fight all melding into something permanent, even though the real mark was still waiting.

Cum continued to leak slowly around the swollen base of him, warm and messy, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he had filled me.

In the back of my mind, the last remnants of my dignity were packing their bags and booking a one-way ticket out of the room, but the rest of me could only stay exactly where I was...open, dripping in sweat and cum, claimed, and locked in place by the very man I had fought so hard to resist.

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