Page 61 of How to Keep a Fae

“Pull out slowly,” I say. My heart is pounding like it does amid a battle. I lift her thigh up and out so I can see where he’s lodged all up inside her slick cunt.

“She’s close, and I’m fucking hard,” he says, a tense edge to his voice. “I—I think I’ve knotted her.”

Our gazes lock.

The little fae between us whimpers.

A smirk blooms across my face. “Good. It will stretch her out some more. Make it easier for me to get all up inside her without her getting off.”

“Fuck!” he mutters gruffly.

“Do it,” I command. “Pull out anyway.”

“Goddess, please!”

“Good girl,” I say, reaching to pet her nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb. Her tits are swollen and firm, her healing milk leaking out. “I know your tits are full and aching, but we can’t do anything about that until I’ve had my turn, until my dick is all up inside you, too.”

August groans.

I’m not helping his quest to pull out, but we’re all suffering in this together. I haven’t even gotten off yet, so he can deal.

Her flesh turns white around his fingers, where they grip her hip. The knot bulges her little pussy hole as he begins to slide back. “Gods. Look at that. You’ve definitely knotted her.”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“Fuck that’s hot,” I say, mesmerized by the vision. My dick is harder than stome and jerking vigorously. Yeah, I’m a sick bastard. “Hold it there for a bit.”

“Fuck’s sake!” he grunts, but he does as he’s told. “I’m going to come.”

“Go ahead,” I say, nodding. “Come if you need to. Just don’t get her off.”

He exhales a deep, guttural moan.

Her hand slams against her belly. “Oh, please! It’s too much.”

“What are you holding your tummy for?” I pluck her handaway. The twin swellings slowly slide out, and as they do, a flood of cum pours out.

“Oh!” she wails.

August’s dick slips out, still spewing cum all over the fucking place.

“Bad, girl,” I admonish, dragging her onto her back and rolling above her. “Wasting August’s cum… Take her hands.”

August heaves a ragged breath but snags both her wrists and pins them to the bed above her head.

I spread my knees wide, opening her, line up, and slowly sink in.

My groan comes from deep in my belly. It’s like sinking into hot, wet bliss.

“How does she feel?” August demands, voice strained.

“Fucking amazing,” I say. I take a couple of tentative thrusts, slow and easy, just to taunt us all.

“Careful,” he cautions.

“I know.” Gritting my teeth, I sink in. My knot is already swollen to the point of madness and meets resistance when it reaches her entrance. “Fuck, she’s tightened up already… ”

My climax hits me the moment my knot slips inside. Hot spurts shoot out. She wails, her body turning rigid and face flushed a deep pink.

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