Chapter 299: Knots after Knots
Leo
Miller didn’t hesitate for a single second. He flipped our bodies again, manhandling my weight onto all fours with an effortless ease.
I arched my back deeply, presenting my ass to him, my hole already gaping slightly and glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum.
He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, spreading the cheeks wide, and slammed back inside me in one brutal, singular thrust.
"Fuuuuck!" I shouted aloud, my fists tightly clenching the bedsheets.
The new angle was completely devastating. His cock drove even deeper into my core, battering my prostate with every savage, unyielding stroke. He didn’t hold back at all—his hips snapped forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loudly through the stateroom.
He intentionally twirled and swirled his cock on every single thrust, rotating his hips in filthy, rolling circles that made his shaft grind against every sensitive, hidden inch inside me.
"Taking me so well, Leo," he growled out, his voice thick with lust.
One of his hands stayed clamped on my ass, squeezing the flesh hard enough to leave dark marks, while his other hand reached around my stomach to stroke my leaking cock in perfect time with his thrusts. "This hole was made specifically for my cock."
I pushed my hips back against him desperately, meeting every single slam with an eager force.
"Harder—Miller, please—fuck me harder!"
He obliged my request instantly, pounding into me with an animalistic, heavy force. His balls slapped against mine with every deep thrust. I could feel my hole fluttering and clenching around him, trying to pull his thickness even deeper into my body.
The pleasure was completely overwhelming. It was filled with sharp, relentless waves that made my arms shake against the mattress and my vision blur.
Then, I felt it. The very base of his cock began to swell rapidly.
"Oh god—your knot," I moaned, pushing my hips back eagerly to accommodate the expansion.
Miller growled low in his throat, thrusting even harder, forcing the rapidly growing bulge past my rim. The intense stretch burned deliciously as his knot inflated fully inside my core, locking our bodies together in an inescapable grip. It pressed mercilessly against my prostate, a thick, pulsing pressure that made my eyes roll back into my head.
"Fuck—Leo, I’m knotting you," he groaned, grinding his pelvis deep against my ass.
The knot swelled even larger, trapping every single inch of his shaft inside my clenching, twitching heat.
In the past, I would have pushed him away from knotting me but I didn’t do this time and just let it happen.
Hot, thick spurts of cum suddenly flooded my insides as miller came, pulse after pulse, filling me up to the absolute brim.
The pressure was insane—my belly felt physically fuller with every single jet of his release. The overstimulation was too much; I came completely untouched seconds later, moaning loudly into the pillows as my cock pulsed and shot my own release across the sheets.
But Miller wasn’t done with me.
Even locked firmly inside me by his inflated knot, he kept making small, shallow thrusts, grinding the wide bulge directly against my prostate.
The constant friction sent me spiraling into a daze.
Minutes later, the knot finally started to go down just enough for him to pull out with a loud, wet gush of cum—only for him to slam straight back in and start fucking me all over again.
"Again?" I gasped out, my voice completely wrecked.
"Again," he confirmed, his fingers gripping my hips with a bruising hold.
He railed me in deep, punishing strokes, his cock already swelling at the base once more from the friction.
I loved every single second of it—the dominant way he used my hole, the filthy sounds echoing in the room, and the way his knot stretched me so perfectly each time it expanded.
He knotted me a second time, even harder than the first. His cock ballooned inside me, locking tight as he pumped me full of another massive load of hot cum.
I came again, my entire body shaking, my hole spasming wildly around the massive intrusion. The fluid leaked out around the edges of his knot despite how tightly I was stretched, dripping down my thighs in messy, warm rivulets.
"Miller—fuck—I can’t—it’s too much," I whimpered, but my body completely betrayed my words, my hips actively pushing back against his pelvis for more.
"You can take every inch of it," he murmured, leaning over my trembling back to bite sharply into my shoulder. "You feel so fucking good squeezing my knot."
He fucked me right through the deflation process again, and then, without a single pause, he knotted me a third time in the exact same position.
By then, I was a moaning, trembling mess. My ass was up, my face buried deep into the pillow, drooling slightly as he slammed into me. Each consecutive knot felt larger, the internal pressure more intense, and the pleasure significantly sharper. My prostate was constantly being stimulated, sending me into orgasm after orgasm until I was coming dry, my body convulsing helplessly under his weight.
In the final knotting, Miller suddenly flipped me onto my back mid-thrust so we could face each other. He hooked my legs securely over his broad shoulders and drove deep, his knot swelling one last time as he came with a deep groan.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, kissing him sloppily through the overwhelming wall of sensations. His knot pressed perfectly against my inner walls, locking us together as his cum continued to flood my already overstuffed hole.
I felt bloated, claimed, and completely owned in the best possible way and never for once did my body hated it.
We stayed locked together like that for a long time, kissing lazily on the mattress, his large hands stroking my sides as the aftershocks rippled through both of our bodies. His knot pulsed rhythmically inside me, milking every last drop of shared pleasure.
"I love this," I whispered against his lips when I could finally find the strength to speak. "I love you inside me like this. Knotting me over and over."
Miller smiled softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight."
I smiled and didn’t say anything else.
My Enigma side was entirely silent for once—completely drowned out by how fucking good it all felt to submit to him.
I had never felt more satisfied, more connected, or more alive.
’’Don’t force things,’’ Nico’s advice sounded in my head.
And he was right because even before the therapy started, we were working it ourselves.