Page 144 of Clean Finish

“Oh fuck.” My limbs turned to jelly, brow pinching as I looked down to watch him fucking me. My gaze locked onto his knot as it pushed against my ass with every thrust. It was flushed an angry red, and I could already practically feel it stretching me even wider.

Just the idea of Seb coming inside me made my cock start to throb in his fist. I was already panting, but my chest started to heave as my hips twitched, jerking up into his thrusts. My balls drew up tight, heat spreading and intensifying.

I raised my desperate gaze to Seb’s. “I’m—Seb, I’m gonna come.”

A guttural groan tore from him. His thrusts were growing jerky, and he pumped my cock faster before pausing at the head to stroke his thumb firmly over my banjo string. My limbs locked up in a rush, thighs quaking wildly as I started moaning with every frantic breath, fingers digging into his forearm as my other hand grabbed onto the sheets.

“I’m gonna come,” I repeated in a whimper as the pleasure mushroomed from my ass into the base of my cock, hot pleasure rushing up my shaft. “I’m coming. F-f-fuck—”

A hoarse cry ripped from my throat as I seized up, head grinding back into the pillow. Seb kept fucking me as my cock started shooting onto my chest and stomach in hard, rapid spurts that seemed perfectly in time with his thrusts. It was like those grinding strokes against my prostate were drawing the orgasm out even longer, until I was shuddering hard and my limbs were aching from being tensed up so completely.

But even when it ended and Seb let go of my pulsing cock to plant his hand into the mattress, I didn’t want him to stop. Lazy waves of pleasure kept throbbing in my ass, making me twitch and moan as I sagged and gasped for breath.

“K-keep going,” I panted. “Seb, p-put your knot inside me. Please.”

“Fuck.” His voice was unsteady, and his cock felt even harder inside me, like he was on the brink of coming. Sitting up further, he grasped my hips in his big hands and looked down.

I was too blissed out to tense when I felt the bulge pushing with intent against my rim. I strained my hips up invitingly, telling him without words how much I wanted to feel it. Remembering what he’d said earlier, I bore down and felt my hole stretch around his knot as he slowly pushed it inside. There was a brief ache, but I didn’t show it. I didn’t want him to stop.

He still hoarsely asked, “Are you okay?”

Warm affection tightened my chest as I nodded. “I’m okay.”

“It’s almost in.” His voice was tight, breaths ragged as he inched his hips forward in tiny increments. The knot got even wider, making me fight not to tense up, before it popped inside in a rush.

I jerked at the sensation—the pressure just behind my rim—but was distracted when Seb shuddered hard and croaked, “F-f-fuck.”

“Does it feel good?” My cock was still half-hard, pulsing weakly against my belly, but seeing how much this was affecting him made it twitch and start to stiffen again.

“Yes.” He moaned, hips starting to rock in tiny movements that shifted his thick length inside me and rubbed his cock firmly against my prostate. I gasped, my fingers curling back into the sheets and clutching tight.

“K-keep… keep doing that,” I panted, head tipping back. My prostate felt super sensitive, each graze making me quake.

“I’m going to come, Lark,” Seb groaned, tightening his grip on my hips and rocking me into him, making me cry out.

I nodded frantically. “I th-think… I am too. Oh fuck. That… that feels…”

He tilted his hips in a way that made the pressure against my prostate increase as his cock ground against it, and my spine curved off the bed, air punching from my lungs.

“Seb.” My hands tugged restlessly at the sheets. I lifted my head to look down. Seeing his cock fully embedded inside me made my own buck up off my stomach as I clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he bit out, starting to shake. His claws dug into my hips, sending pinpricks of pleasure shooting into the pit of my stomach. His knot swelled even bigger inside me, until I felt almost impossibly full, and then a broken groan tore from Seb’s throat as his big body jerked, fangs gleaming as his lips pulled back from his teeth.

I moaned loudly when I felt the base of his cock flexing, that huge knot throbbing aggressively. The snarl that ripped from his throat made me writhe against the mattress, pinned on his cock as he came inside me. My balls tingled, drawing tight when Seb used his grip on my hips to grind me against him, which had his dick pressing firmly into my prostate again.

I stiffened, trembling wildly. “F-fuck, fuckfuckfuck, I’m coming—”

This orgasm felt different. Deeper, and intense in a completely different way. Cum flowed from me in a lazy stream instead of forceful spurts, the sensation making me shudder uncontrollably as I twisted the sheet in my fists.

“Oh m-my god.” I was gasping for breath, vision going spotty before my eyes rolled back in my head. It wouldn’t stop. Seb’s cock was still jerking inside me, and it was like it was pushing all the cum out of me.

He was groaning hoarsely, stirring his hips as he pinned me tightly to him, impaling me completely on his length. Soon the wave of pleasure turned into an ache in my balls as I collapsed onto the mattress, and my prostate was pulsing with overstimulation. I kept twitching until Seb leaned down, giving my p-spot a break, and wrapped his arms around me as he groaned into my neck.

He was still coming. I shivered, threading my fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

“Do I feel good?” I whispered with a drowsy but sly smile. I squeezed around his cock, which made him jerk and let out a trembling moan into my neck.

“F-fucking perfect.” He shuddered, a hand burrowing lower to cup my ass and lift me into him, pinning us tighter together. “Fuuuck.”