Page 42 of Knot Giving Up 2

“Yes, oh god, yes.”

McQuinn lifts her, and I grip his base to line him up with her opening. Slowly, he lowers her right onto his proud cock. I kiss her as she sinks deeper, then press myself against her front and kiss McQuinn over her shoulder.

“Fuck,” McQuinn curses. “How come you didn’t tell me how good she feels?”

Feeling a little embarrassed about what I’m about to confess, I sit back on my heels and focus all my attention on the sight of Meggie spread wide and taking my man’s cock. “I wanted to wait for you.”

It’ll be the first time I’ve had sex with a woman. I’ve always been attracted to both men and women, but I gravitated a little more towards men. Until Meggie. Being with her is important to me, and I want to share that with the man I love.

McQuinn pauses and something silent, but significant, passes between us. It’s not something I could put into words or even clear thoughts, but I know it means something to him that I want him with me the first time I’m inside Meggie.

“This is why?” Meggie asks, her expression sweet and open. “I was starting to wonder if you just didn’t like penetrative sex. That would be okay if you didn’t,” she rushes to add.

“No, gorgeous, I want that pussy strangling my cock.” I tug on a strand of her hair and smile. “Although… you have me so addicted to your taste, I haven’t really minded waiting. I think I’m going to need to make you come on my tongue again before we do anything else.”

“How good does she taste?” McQuinn asks, looking over her shoulder and down her body to her wet center.

“Too good.” I duck my head and lick from McQuinn’s balls, soaked by her slick, up his knot to Meggie’s clit. They both moan and wiggle, shifting around, which only makes Meggie cry out when McQuinn hits the right spot inside her.

I lock eyes with McQuinn and cup his balls. “Make her come.”

He bucks his hips, grabs Meggie’s waist and lifts and lowers her with the kind of strength that comes from spending hours at the gym every day. She’s entirely at his mercy. At our mercy. My hands roam her body as McQuinn pounds into her. The chair squeaking and rocking as we move.

The scent and flavor of her changes, combining with something completely masculine and purely McQuinn as I feast on both of them, licking and sucking everywhere I can.

She writhes under our onslaught and when she comes all over McQuinn’s cock, she looks more gorgeous than she ever has before. Shirt pulled up, bra pulled down, her taut nipples beg to be kissed, but her pussy stretched around McQuinn’s shaft keeps me mesmerized as he thrusts deep again and again. Eyes glowing, cheeks red, lips swollen. She’s so goddamn gorgeous.

Her muscles must tighten around McQuinn because he suddenly jerks, curses, and comes. He always curses when he comes. Like it’s so good it hurts, and the only way he can express it is with a string of rough curses. It’s brutal and masculine.

“Son of a… holy…fuuuuck! This goddamn cu–”

He can’t finish the word, the thought, anything. He slams deep into Meggie, barely holding back from giving her his knot. His eyes are blown. His hands grasp her breasts like he’s seeking purchase, trying to keep from falling apart. Stunning.

I don’t give either of them time to recover. I pull her off McQuinn’s cock, but keep her spread on his lap. Then I indulge myself, drinking him out of her until she’s on the verge of exploding on my tongue, but I can’t wait any longer. Her shaking breaks the chair, but McQuinn breaks her fall. I’m on them in seconds. Pants down to my knees. Pushing into Meggie while McQuinn wraps his hands around her thighs, holding her open for me. Her gorgeous body stretched out on top of him.

Holy fuck, he wasn’t exaggerating about how good she feels.

It’s not better or worse than being inside McQuinn, just gloriously different. She’s so fucking wet. I slide easily in and out while McQuinn holds her thighs, then runs his hands up her body to tease her nipples. The sight of the two of them nearly sends me over the edge. I keep some of my weight off them by pressing my hands into the rooftop on either side of their heads. But I stay close. I want to be so close to both of them. McQuinn’s body bucks with every one of my thrusts into Meggie, almost as if I’m driving into him, too.

Meggie pitches and moans, muttering incoherent whimpers and gasps as she rubs herself against me. Her legs wrap around my ass, ankles crossing and pulling me deeper. She reaches up to fist a hand in McQuinn’s red hair, the three of us a unit in her pleasure.

“You want my knot, gorgeous?”

Desperate, her head jerks up and down without a word.

I’m just as needy. But I want to savor every second of my knot stretching her and swelling inside. I push, pressuring her swollen lips with my thickening knot. She squirms like she’s trying to get away and closer at the same time, bites my shoulder like she’s trying to stay quiet.

McQuinn soothes her with a purr that rattles all the way through her and into my bones. I press deeper. She’s squeezing me so tight, a death grip on my knot. A cross between pleasure and pain. And then a release. She lets me in, all the way, and locks around me. I tentatively pull back and feel the resistance. There’s no separating. We’re truly and fully locked tight, and it feels amazing, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I kiss her hard and make tiny movements that almost immediately have her falling apart in my arms. She flutters and clamps around me, tensing as she comes. My knot swells bigger than it’s ever been. One deep jerking thrust and the squeezing of her muscles sends me soaring into a free fall.

I fill her, the three of us mixing and blending inside her. The perfect combo.

We lay there together, atop the broken chair, panting and sweaty. “Wow.”

Meggie giggles into my shoulder. “Yeah. Wow.”

McQuinn kisses me, nibbling on my lip before saying, “You know, you could have waited to knot her once we were somewhere a little more comfortable.”

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