Page 97 of Cruel Knots

I struggle to stay quiet as he plunges into me, but fail. My soft moans mingle with his growls and groans. The scent of sweet oranges wraps around me, making me more familiar with his pheromones.

The embarrassing sound of skin slapping against skin rises between us, amplifying the heat of the situation. Hot, pulsing pleasure erupts deep inside me, drowning all my senses in a sea of lust. Within minutes, I’m blinded to the man who’s probably jerking off to us.

My fingers dig into his broad, muscular shoulders as my body tightens in a familiar sensation. I’m close to reaching my climax, my hips moving of their own accord, matching his thrusts.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls. “And, growing tighter. Fuck!”

He’s right. I’m still aware of the man watching us. Knowing someone is jerking off to us makes my insides clench harder.

“Fuck, I’m getting so close,” Mikhail grunts.

His strokes grow harder and faster, and soon we’re both gasping for breath and panting harshly.

We reach our peak together, our bodies shuddering against each other. His cock pulses against my throbbing channel, shooting scorching hot waves of his semen deep inside me.

Pulling out gently, he steps away.

The moment his hold on my hips vanishes, I sink to the ground. My knees are suddenly too weak to hold my weight.

He’s beside me in an instant and moving the thick strands of hair away from my face. “Are you okay, babe?”

I nod, my mind still too hazy from the pleasure still pulsing through me.

It’s a while before I become aware of my surroundings. My gaze roves all around the dark corners of the diner’s backyard, searching for the man who’d witnessed my shame and pleasure.

“He’s gone,” Mikhail says, guessing what I’m looking for. “Did you think he was going to hang around and wait for me to bash his head against the sidewalk?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, slowly getting to my feet. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I’m glad,” he says with a roguish grin. “I want you to have a lot of firsts with me.”

Warm, thick liquid slides down my pussy, making me squirm.

Mikhail is quick to notice my discomfort. “What is it?” he asks immediately.

“I need some tissues,” I say, parting my thighs and standing in an awkward pose. “To clean up, you know...”

He pecks me on the lips and grins. “Here, use this.” He brings out a handkerchief from his pocket.

“It’ll get dirty,” I say with a groan.

“I just had my dick inside you, Princess. It’s okay to use this to clean the mess I made.”

My cheeks burn as he thrusts the handkerchief into my hand.

“Hurry up,” he says, turning his back on me. “I’m freaking starving now.”

I look around the trash cans and the sidewalk on the opposite side to make sure no one is around. Bending down, I use the cloth to wipe myself clean. A trip to the restroom inside the diner would help too.

Dumping the handkerchief in one of the overflowing bins, I walk over to Mikhail. “I’m done,” I say in a soft voice.

Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me against him. “Let’s get some food. I’m sure you’re starving too.”

A quiet breath of relief escapes me. I hated him being so quiet. His naughty smirks and wide grins make my heart throb with inexplicable happiness. Without them, I feel too cold inside.

The diner is bustling with activity. I look all around the place, taking in the old-fashioned booths, the waitresses in bright yellow uniforms, and the walls pasted with photographs from several decades ago.

Mikhail leads me to a booth at the back and we sit down.

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