Page 92 of Knot My Only Fan

I nod. “It was hard losing her, and…” I want to tell her it was hard losing her too. That night was the best and the worst in my life and it got so much worse when I learned Lucas had lost her.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks.

“Anything.”

“Did you smell my scent as your match on our first date?”

“I could smell my fated mate the day we met when you were with your sister and Colton. When you were agreeing to be my date.”

“Ah. I forgot about that.”

My arms tighten around her waist as I drag her to me. “Your scent drove me crazy. Both times, my cock was hard as a rock and I was glad we were sitting at a table. I wanted to take you and knot you and make you mine forever the moment I inhaled you.”

“Knot me?” she murmurs.

As soon as she says those two words, “knot me,” my pheromones release into the air, and she inhales deeply, purring with satisfaction.

“Do you need my knot, Grace?” I whisper as I tenderly press my lips against her earlobe, causing her to let out small moans of pleasure.

“Yes,” she breathes, squeezing her legs together, but it’s too late.

My hand slowly moves down to the top of her thighs. My finger traces along the edge of her underwear, sliding underneath until I can feel the warmth between her legs. I slide my fingertips along her slit, gathering her slick and spreading it to her clit.

“Not here,” she purrs as her palm grips my wrist, holding my hand in place.

I press my finger inside her, savoring the sound of her delightful moans. “Are you sure about that? I could get you off, but you have to be quiet.”

“Do you want my perfume coating the air as I come?”

“Fuck no. I’ll be fighting everyone off you.”

I slide my fingers out of her and suck her juices from my fingers to her delicate moan.

I nuzzle my nose against her cheek to breathe in her fragrance, then I trail my mouth across her cheek, press a kiss on her lips and murmur. “Let’s go. We’ll order dinner afterwards.”

Large, deep brown eyes look at me after I’ve peeled every inch of clothing from her body, and I stand and stare at her.

She’s gorgeous. Not only her face, her body with her perfect sized tits, a little more than a handful. Hips that are begging for my fingers to grip, and legs… I feel feral, but also at the way she trusts me.

“Lie down and open your legs for me, baby.”

She obeys and when she’s on her back; she widens her legs, giving me a glimpse of her pink pussy and I’m going to combust looking at the slick liquid glistening between her thighs.

I kiss every part of her body until my head is nestled between her thighs and my arousal presses against the bed.

“I’m going to taste you before I knot you.” I say before I slide my tongue over her slit.

“Stanton,” she whimpers, and I have to reposition my aching cock as her perfume overruns every cell in my body.

Leaning down, I lick through her sweetness once more. This time, the taste of raspberries explodes on my tongue, marshmallow hitting next.

I gently lick her clit before capturing it between my lips and sucking. She arches her back, sending her pussy into my face.

“Oh...” She can’t say anything else when I keep sucking her swollen clit between my lips and thrust a finger inside her.

Then another, desperate to taste her as she comes on my tongue, like it’s the only thing I need in my life.

“Yes… Don’t stop.” She grips my hair, pulling the hair tie and letting it flow to my shoulders, reminding me it’s time for a haircut.

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