Knotted By The Devilish Alpha Brothers

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Want more

Enzo kept rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness one last time. Then he slowly pushed just the tip inside.

Amelia’s face tightened. A short, pained grunt escaped her throat as her body stretched around the sudden intrusion.

He immediately stilled, concern flickering across his features.

”Amelia—”

She locked her arms around him before he could pull back, fingers digging into his shoulders.

”Don’t stop. Keep going.”

He hesitated only a second longer, then thrust forward and buried the rest of his length inside her in one firm stroke.

Amelia’s back arched sharply off the bed. A broken, high sound tore from her lips as she was filled completely—stretched wider than she had expected, the sharp burn of it stealing her breath. Tears sprang to her eyes and spilled over almost at once. Her thighs trembled violently around his hips; every muscle in her body had gone rigid from the sudden, overwhelming fullness.

Enzo stayed completely still, buried to the hilt. He lowered his head and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes, voice soft and steady against her skin.

”You’re doing so well. Such a good job, baby. Just breathe for me. I’ve got you.”

He remained unmoving until the worst of the trembling eased and her breathing began to even out again. When he finally spoke, the words were quiet and sincere.

”I’m honored I get to have this moment with you. In this life.”

Only then did he begin to move—very slowly, giving her just a little more with each careful thrust, staying deep every time he was fully seated inside her.

”How does it feel having me all the way inside you?” he asked, voice low. ”Does it still hurt... or does it feel good now?”

Amelia’s eyes were still glassy, but her voice came out soft and shaky with honesty.

”It feels so good... You’re so deep. I can feel every inch of you stretching me. It’s—god, it’s better than I imagined. You feel so thick... so warm inside me.”

”That’s good.”

He kept the same slow rhythm, letting her body adjust.

”That’s it, baby. Wrap your legs around me. You’re doing so fucking well. Such a good girl for me.”

She obeyed, ankles locking at the small of his back. He began to move a little faster— still careful—while claiming her mouth in a deep kiss. Her moans rose and fell with every thrust, soft and rhythmic.

”Ah—Enzo—mmh—yes—”

His other hand finally released her wrists and settled on her waist instead, holding her steady as he moved. Her nails scraped down his back, leaving faint red lines. The initial pain had melted into something heavier and sweeter; every stroke now sent sparks of pleasure through her instead of discomfort.

”What do you want?” he asked against her lips.

”Harder,” she pleaded, voice breaking. ”Please—go harder—”

”As you command.”

His thrusts turned harder and faster at once. The bed began to shake beneath them.

”Yes—that’s it—fuck—so good—more, please—”

He dropped his head and closed his mouth over one breast, sucking hard on her nipple without ever slowing the relentless pace of his hips. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with Amelia’s rising moans and the creak of the bedframe.

”Don’t stop,” she begged, voice breaking between every thrust. ”Please—don’t stop—Enzo—”

The pressure inside her was coiling tighter and tighter, an orgasm building with dizzying speed. She could feel it gathering low in her belly, threatening to snap.

Enzo kept driving into her, deeper, harder, grunting with every stroke.

”Fuck—you feel so good. So tight around me—”

His voice roughened further as he moaned her name.

”Amelia—ah, Amelia—look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

She forced her eyes open and met his gaze. The raw, open lust written across his face sent another sharp spiral of heat through her, stealing what little breath she had left.

”That’s it,” he praised, never slowing. ”Good girl. You take my dick so well—look at you.”

She could only moan and beg in broken fragments, completely lost in the rhythm he set.

Then, without warning, he stopped.

Before she could protest the sudden emptiness, he shifted them both. In one smooth motion he turned her onto her side, settling behind her in a spooning position, and thrust back into her from behind in a single deep stroke.

Amelia’s eyes flew wide, almost rolling. A shattered sound tore from her throat as she scrambled for something—anything—to hold onto. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, at his arm, at whatever she could reach.

”Enzo—ah—fuck—please—”

He pinched one nipple hard between his fingers. Her body jerked violently against him, back arching, pushing herself further onto his cock.

His other hand slid under and closed lightly around her throat, not squeezing, just claiming.

”Look at how you tremble for me,” he murmured against her ear, voice dark with satisfaction. ”So perfect. Your body responds to me like it was made for this. Made for me.”

He kept thrusting into her from behind, deep and steady, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room.

”You’re doing so well,” he praised, breath hot against her neck. ”Taking every inch like such a good girl.”

”Mmmmmhhh....”

Amelia could only moan in response, the broken sound vibrating against the hand still resting at her throat.

”I can feel it,” Enzo said, voice roughening. ”I can feel how close you are. You want to cum, don’t you?”

He squeezed her nipple hard at the same moment he sped up, hips snapping forward with sharper, deeper strokes.

Amelia’s hand flew down, fingers brushing his waist as if she might push him away—but she didn’t. She couldn’t. It was too good. Every thrust dragged her closer to the edge, pleasure building so fast it bordered on overwhelming.

Enzo gritted his teeth. He could already feel himself reaching the breaking point. Her body felt too perfect around him—tight, wet, gripping him with every stroke—and his usual control was slipping fast. He wanted to fill her completely and then keep going, again and again, until neither of them could move.

His cock throbbed harder inside her as he drove forward.

”I want to cum,” Amelia gasped. ”Please—Enzo—please let me cum—”

”Fuck,” he groaned, the word almost reverent. ”You’re so fucking good.”

He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear.

”Then cum. Cum all over my cock like the needy little thing you are. Make a mess on me—go on.”

Her body seized almost at once. A violent tremor ran through her from head to toe as the orgasm crashed over her, walls clenching tight around him in pulsing waves.