Page 86 of Knot My Sin

“I don’t want to ever be forced to do something,” she says. “No means no.”

“You got it. I want you to beg me for my knot,” I admit. “I play rough with the guys, but I want to be sweet for you.”

“What else?” Amb asks, kissing her neck. Her breasts are perfect, her nipples tight and beautiful as they pebble with her desire.

“I’ve never sucked an alpha’s cock and liked it. I want to see if I could,” she says.

“Fuck me,” I mutter, groaning as I bury my face in her neck. I’m careful to only encircle her waist, my thumbs playing with the lace of her panties.

“I do believe that’s on the table,” Wren gasps as my thumbs slowly delve under her waistband.

“Is there anything you don’t like?” Amb asks. I’m glad he’s capable of asking questions, because all of the blood in my body is heading south quickly.

“Everything I’ve ever done with an Alpha usually hurts,” she says. “Except with Shaw. I loved that. Explaining any of that doesn’t have any space here, so no.”

She’s fucking perfect. This beautiful girl has suffered so much, and yet she’s still so open with us, so forgiving, even if she says that we’ll have to grovel. I don’t blame her, and we plan to.

Amb kisses the back of her neck, and I love watching her slick as she writhes between us as I kiss her lips.

“Let’s get your panties off, and then we can go from there. You’re in the driver’s seat, honey. You make the rules, okay?” Amb asks as he pushes her panties off and she nods.

She stands naked for only a moment before she’s dropping to her knees for me, her eyes looking up at me as her hands tangle in the waistband of my boxers as if asking for permission.

“Yes, Lemon Drop,” I rasp. The saliva in my mouth seems to all have dried up as she grins this beautiful, siren-like smile.

Wren releases me from my boxers, and my cock bobs proudly in front of me.

“Do whatever you want, Wren. You’re in charge,” I remind her.

Sticking her tongue out, she darts forward to lick my cock from root to crown before lapping at the pre-cum dripping from my slit.

“Yes,” I groan, fisting my hands at my sides. I long to sink my fingers in her hair, but I don’t want to pull her down on my cock. I’m struggling to be super chill and let her be in control.

“Hey, I got you,” Amb mutters, moving over to me. “Do whatever you want to me.”

My fingers sink into his hair, dislodging his hair tie as I yank him to me. I kiss him hard and Wren perfumes the room as she sucks on the tip of my cock. Ambrose swallows my pornographic deep groans as he squeezes my hips tightly, not allowing me to thrust forward. He controls my actions, forcing me to behave, and I'm really fucking grateful for it.

Let her explore, I’m all hers.

“Squeeze his cock, stroke it hard, honey. Have your fun while he lets you,” Amb gasps before I pull him back. I fuck his mouth with my tongue, teeth gnashing against his as Wren sucks me down deeper, and instead squeezes my knot with her hand.

My eyes roll in pleasure, shuddering as I groan. The bathroom smells like lemon, nutmeg, and oranges as our arousal mixes together in the air. Our omega fights her gag reflex as she sucks my cock, pushing herself to go deeper. I would worry, but I can smell her slick. Fuck. Me.

“God, you’re going to make me come,” I gasp, gently cupping her chin to pull her off my dick.

“Is that so bad?” she asks breathlessly. Tugging her onto her feet, I shake my head, breaking away from Amb’s strong grip to pick her up into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I shove my boxers the rest of the way down my legs, kicking them off.

Amb chuckles as he strips off his boxers, his cock proudly bouncing against his abs as he turns on the water to the shower. I tease Wren with my cock, rocking my length over her core, letting her slick coat it.

“Are you going to take my cock, little omega?” I ask her, kissing down her neck.

“Yes, yes, I want it,” she whines, struggling to line her slick hole with my cock. I can already imagine how good she’s going to feel. Fuck me.

“Wait your turn,” I growl. “You have to come before I fuck you.”

“You have rules now?” she sasses.

“All sorts of rules, pretty girl. We’re not there yet, though. Right now, ride my dick until I decide to fuck you with it,” I murmur.

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