Page 105 of Knot a Good Idea

His cock thickens and I pull back a little, allowing myself some room in case he becomes too big in my mouth.

I wish I could keep him down my throat. Iwishhe could knot my mouth fully and keep his cock there, using me as his personal cockwarmer.

The errant thought startles me as Liam’s cum shoots into my mouth. I do my best to swallow everything he gives me, but my body is so exhausted from the multiple orgasms that some of it shoots on my face and down my neck.

We’re making a mess all over his fancy car.

But he doesn’t seem to care. He continues licking me, feasting on my pussy and playing with my asshole until I’m coming again and again.

I lick his cock clean, suckling at the tip and licking his thick knotted base until I’m thoroughly exhausted, resting my face on this thigh and panting heavily. I can’t hold my weight up anymore and I sag against Liam’s body, my pussy resting on his face.

But he continues licking, keeping me awake as aftershocks of release tremble through me.

I lose all concept of time until he finally stops.

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, my body exhausted.

He gently maneuvers us so I’m able to curl up in the backseat. I hear a door opening, then the trunk. When I open my eyes again, Liam is helping me sit up and pressing a damp clean cloth to my face and neck.

He’s dressed again, but his hair is still messy from me running my hands through it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, guilt lacing his tone. His lips are pulled into a thin line and his brow is furrowed with worry.

I look at him incredulously. “What for?”

He continues to wash away the evidence of what we did, cleaning me gently. “I…I was too rough with you. I didn’t imagine the first time this happening with you was in the backseat of my car. You deserve better.”

“Liam, I deserve double digit orgasms, and that’s exactly what you gave me.” I run a hand through his hair, and he slightly relaxes. “I enjoyed every second of it.”

He nods. “I did, too. I mean, obviously,” he chuckles.

I try to grab the cloth from him, but he doesn’t let me. “Also, this is very sweet, but I can clean myself up,” I murmur. “You don’t have to do all this.”

He looks confused. “But I want to,” he says softly. “Why wouldn’t I want to do this for you?”

His question stops me. Now that rational thought is back in my brain, the answer is on the tip of my tongue.

Because I don’t deserve this.

I’m broken.

“I’m not a...” I meet his puzzled expression. “Liam, you’re too good for me.”

His eyes narrow. “Don’t do that,” he whispers. “Don’t.” His voice shakes with intensity. “Youare.”

“There are things you don’t know about me,” I say gently. “And, I mean, I signed a contract to pretend to be your girlfriend formoney. What does that say about me?”

I freak out at locked doors. I’m barely a functioning person.

“It says that you’re smart with your business choices,” he says, his expression softening. He goes back to running the cloth along my skin. “And about not knowing everything about you,” he breathes, “you’re kind. You’re fun. And youseeme. You see me, and you accept me. And…I hope you’ll let me see more of you, too. Because I love all of it so far.”

I stiffen at the wordlove, but he doesn’t notice.

Was that a slip of the tongue?

Of course it was.

We’re just having fun.

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