“As soon as you cum, I’m going to force every hard inch inside of you. Tonight. And when you’re ready,” he added, “you’re going to take my knot.”

That statement should have registered in my brain as a threat. But for some reason, that promise made me blow so hard I was sure every person in the bar felt it.

Nathan’s growl became more aggressive as I writhed on his cock like an overstuffed animal roasting on a spit. Halfway through the never-ending orgasm, he snapped his hips and buried his enormous bone the rest of the way inside of me just like he’d predicted.

That movement caused every nerve ending in my body to flare to life. I screamed, actually hollered at the top of my lungs, as I launched into another, more intense orgasm than the others. Colors I couldn’t name and had never seen before flashed before my eyes at a speed that felt otherworldly.

Nathan didn’t wait for me to get used to his fullness this time. He’d been pushed too far. Teased too long. He needed relief, and he was about to wrestle it from the innermost depths of my pussy.

“That’s right, baby. Take it,” he grunted, as he pulled almost all the way back out, then slammed forward all the way to the hilt. “Take my fat cock all the way up inside that hot pussy, Kay.”

Lifting me up some, Nathan rearranged my body so that his enormous dick could shuttle down into my core even more deeply. The new angle allowed him to split me wide open and caused me to gasp and cry even more animatedly.

Drilling down into me like he was a determined miner, he grunted with each powerful thrust. “This. Pussy. Is. Mine!” he decreed, brooking no arguments. “Say it!”

I was a ragdoll at this point with barely the ability to speak. But I managed to choke out, “This pussy is yours. You own it, Nathan. It’s always been yours. I’m yours.”

Those additional words drove the man absolutely feral. “I do own it, Kierston. I’ll fuck it whenever I want, however I want. I’ll stuff it so full of my cock and knot, you’ll be walking bowlegged for days.”

His filthy words ignited another impending orgasm. “Yes,” I slavishly begged. “I want your knot so bad! Give it to me! I need it now! Please, Nathan!”

Nathan chuckled, but the dark sound was strained. “Not tonight, baby. But soon,” he panted from his exertions. “When you’re ready, I’m going to give it all to you. Right now, you’re going to take my enormous load. Aren’t you, my little cum-slut?”

I’d never been one for talking during sex, but Nathan was making me downright chatty. “Yes, I want it all, deep inside of me.”

“That’s right you do,” he said, reaming me with that glorious tool of his. “You want this ware’s cum all up inside of you.”

“Yes, I want it,” I parroted blindly. Hell, I’d confess to being the mystery shooter on the grassy knoll if that meant he’d let me cum again.

Nathan continued to assault my pussy with his fierce pounding, the squelching noises as much of a turn-on as his words.

“I could fuck you all night long, babe,” he ground out, looking me in the eye as his cock pistoned in and out of my slick, stretched hole. “You feel so good, baby. I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer. Be a good girl and cream on my cock once more. I want to feel you strangling my dick as I cum.”