Separation -- The Original

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*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

I don't know if you guys knew this but ONE DIRECITON'S NEW ALBUM CAME OUT AND I CRIED WHILE I LISTENED TO IT AND WROTE THIS CHAPTER. YOU'RE F*CKING WELCOME.

WARNING: sexual content. and very Ryker-centric, for you Ryker fans.
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Stretch. Pain. Oh fúck.

"Deeper." I moaned, clawing my nails down Ryker's back.

He gripped my hips and slammed me down, our hips bones banging together. The pain just added to the pleasure I felt. I saw nothing; my vision was so blurry I couldn't focus on anything. I could only feel the pleasure rolling through me. I wanted another knot in me, filling me up and quenching those awful fires that consume me.

"Beautiful...shít." Ryker moaned, shifting his hips. He hit my spot, and I cried out, digging my nails in even harder. "Right there?" Ryker asked. I nodded my head, and he gripped my hips even harder than before.

He picked me up and dragged me off of him, leaving just the tip in before he slammed me down. I cried out as he repeated this pattern, slamming down onto my spot.

"Ah! Knot me! Fúck, please!" I cried out as I was bounced up and down on Ryker's cóck. I felt a slap on my rear end, and I squeezed my eyes shut, moaning out. The fires were getting worse and worse the longer I wasn't knotted.

I felt empty, and I needed something filling me up. I needed something else in me. I needed a knot, but the other knots today didn't really help me feel any better. It was my first time with Ryker, and god he is so thick.

"So goddamn tight." I heard his voice go husky, and I think Levi was trying to take over. At this point, I don't even care. I was so far gone that nothing really mattered to me other than getting a knot in me.

"Please, knot me. Please, please, please." I cried, tears streaming down my face. I needed to be filled. God, the fires were climbing up my spine and spreading throughout my body, leaving me breathless.

"Beautiful...fúck you feel so good around me. You're so fúcking tight, baby. You're going to squeeze everything out of me, god." Ryker panted in my ear, continuing to bounce me onto his cóck. I was almost to my orgásm, I felt it in my lower stomach.

"I'm so....close." I cried, clutching tighter onto Ryker's back.

"Cúm for me, beautiful. God, you're so fúcking wet, do you hear that? Do you see how wet you are? It's fúcking dripping all over me. Come on, beautiful. Cúm for me. Cúm on my fúcking cock." I squeezed my eyes closed, his words sending me over the edge. I felt my orgásm roll through me, my legs freezing around Ryker's waist as I coated the both of us in my juices.

Fúck, fúck. I'm cumming again before the first orgásm is even over. God I can't feel my hands, and my head is about to fall off. I feel numb, and paralyzed. I clung onto Ryker, trying to feel something.

I suddenly felt full as Ryker moaned in my ear. I felt his seed being continually pumped into me, sating the fires from hell that make me cry out.

"Mmm, god." I moaned, my body quivering as Ryker held me against him. I felt so much better now that his knot was in me, but I still felt like something was missing. I needed something else to make me feel full. My vision finally focused and I was able to see my two beautiful men.

"I need...to be full." I whined against Ryker's chest. "Can we lay down?" I asked. Ryker moved so he was laying down, and he pulled me down so I was on his chest, his knot still swelled within me.