Page 80 of Knot a Good Idea

And when his tongue runs a thick line up my slit, I do.

My eyes close and my back arches at the first lick. Hunter hums his contentment, drinking up the slick that drips out of me. His massive hands keep my inner thighs apart as he fucks me with his tongue, darting it in and out of my cunt.

“Oh,” I gasp, my hands bunching the bed sheets. “Oh, fuck,fuck…”

He pulls away for a second, his face dripping with my wetness as he looks at me. “Pull your shirt up,” he orders. “Let me see those tits.”

I moan and yank my tank top and wireless bra up, my breasts heaving and on display.

“Holyfuck,”he whispers. “I’m going to come all over those massive tits.”

My head spins.

No one’s ever complimented my breasts before. Yes, they’re considered big, but no one has bothered to?—

Hunter returns his mouth to me, finding my clit, and my vision whites out.

I scream, my clit swollen and over sensitized as he suckles it. I squirm against his mouth, the sensation almost too much to handle. But he keeps me in place, yanking me by my hips and mashing my cunt against him.

There’s no possible way he can breathe, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He licks everywhere he can, my clit, my slit, my labia, until I choke out a breath.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper. “Hunter, I…you don’t have to?—”

But he grips me tighter with a growl, refusing to let me go, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

The orgasm hits me in waves, traveling up my limbs and blossoming in my core as I thrash against his mouth. A flood of slick rushes out of me as my cunt spasms, and I pinch my nipplesfor extra sensation. My throat burns as I cry out, primal and unfiltered.

It’s never been like this with anyone else.

Like all I’m made of is pleasure that will never end.

No one’s bothered to drink my slick down, much less been willing to suffocate in my pussy.

But Hunter doesn’t give me a moment to come down from the high. He keeps a brutal pace at my clit, sucking and running circles over it with his tongue until my back arches and I fuck his face.

The second orgasm is harder than the first. It has me in tears babbling nonsense as my body shakes and my womb contracts over and over, waves of slick squirting out of me and directly down Hunter’s throat.

He takes all of it, running soothing hands up and down my thighs until I close my eyes and collapse against the mattress, exhausted.

I need more, but I’m incapable of moving. Hunter’s scent is delicious, calling to me, and Ineedhim.

When Hunter finally pulls away, his face is shiny with my slick and his eyes are hooded with lust.

“Good job, baby,” he whispers, then rises to his feet. He looks down at me, taking in my wrecked, exhausted form. “Fucking perfect.”

“More,” I choke out.

“Oh, you’re getting more,” he promises. Still clad in his jeans, he crawls on top of me and kisses me, his tongue swirling against mine.

“You taste how sweet you are?” he whispers with a thrust of his hips as I moan. “You think Liam and Donovan would be jealous?”

Oh. At the mention of the other two, my cunt clenches and I gasp.

Imagining the three of them tasting me at once sends shivers up my spine.

“Fuck, yes,” Hunter murmurs. “I knew you’d like that idea.”

He presses another kiss to my lips, and I smile. “Pervert,” I choke out, and he chuckles.

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