Page 82 of Knot a Good Idea

“I’m going to straddle your chest,” he murmurs. “Stay still for a moment.”

Hunter climbs over me, his thick cock protruding and sitting between the valley of my breasts. I have an incredible view of his abs from here, accentuated by his intricate tattoos.

“No one’s done this before, have they?” he growls, replacing my hands with his to push my breasts together roughly. “Are these virgin tits?”

I nod and moan.

“That’s what I thought.”

When he thrusts into my cleavage, his cockhead poking out and hitting my lips, I almost come again.

I’m so overly sensitive, so starved for touch after all these months that the mere image of Hunter fucking my tits makes my clit throb.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he groans. “Fuck…”

My lips part and I stick out my tongue as Hunter pushes through my cleavage, his massive cock just inches from my mouth.

It’s filthy, the way he uses me for his pleasure.

It’s liberating.

I feel like a goddess as his breath catches and he lets out a snarl.

“Going to knot into your tits,” he groans. “Open wide.”

I keep my mouth open as his hips stutter, and then his cum shoots all over my chest and into my mouth.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hisses. “Fuck.”

I can’t help it. As his knot swells and he bounces my tits with his hands, I reach between my legs to rub furiously at my clit.

I find another release as he spills the last of his cum in my mouth. Pleasure courses through me while I swallow the remainder of what’s left on my tongue.

He shouldn’t taste as good as he does. I’ve never been a fan of swallowing, but Hunter is an exception.

“Holy fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “Your tits look so good around my knot.”

I hum contentedly. “I suppose.”

He lets out a breathless laugh. “And you look beautiful covered in my cum. I’m going to keep that image in my head the rest of my life.”

“Perv,” I gasp out, and he smirks.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promises. “I still haven’t cleaned you up.”

Before I can ask what he means, he moves off my chest and lays next to me on the bed.

But nothing could prepare me for what Hunter does next.

“Face me, baby,” he whispers.

I turn on my side, feeling the remnants of his cum dripping down my chest and neck.

“I should get cleaned up—” I start to say, but Hunter dips his head to my chest andlicks up his cum.

And before I can say anything, he kisses me, dipping his tongue against mine and filling my mouth with his essence.

He pulls away and grins. “Now swallow, sweetheart.”

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