Page 10 of A Breath of Fresh Air

“Well that’s good then. Let’s skip the condom.” My hands are around his cock once more, squeezing his knot. “Do you have lube? That’s the real question.”

His laugh makes my heart full. “I’ve got that babe. How do you wanna be fucked, then? Slow? Rough?”

I’ve never had a man actually ask me before. Then again, I’ve never had a man make me come twice in a night before, and I get the feeling we’re only just getting started. “A bit of both,” I answer. “I’m greedy. Give me everything you’ve got.”

He retrieves a bottle of lube from his overnight bag with a smirk on his face that makes my toes curl in anticipation. “Oh I’ll give it to you. Don’t you worry about that.”

I haveno idea how long we’ve been fucking for. All I know is that Brett must be some sort of demigod and that I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come. I lean back against him now, my thighs stretched wide over his as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands on my waist holding me in place as he thrusts up into me from behind. It feels so fucking good, and more than that, it looks amazing. There’s a mirror across the entire door of thewardrobe here, and I watch us in the dim light. I love seeing the way his cock glides into me as if it belongs there, the swollen knot hitting my entrance every time. I’d been nervous about it at first, but now every time he fucks into me it’s like a tease that makes me want that knot even more. I want to be stuffed full of it.

Our eyes meet in the reflection, and my heart twists just a little bit. He’s been so attentive, so wonderful, so big and sexy and dominant. He’s ruined me for all other men; nothing will ever come close to those glowing eyes staring at me as if I’m the centre of his universe.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he says, and I can’t even scoff at that, because I can tell that he means it. “I would fuck you forever if I could, but I need to come. I want to knot you so bad.”

“Yes,” I whimper, breathing heavily. There’s a sheen of sweat all over my body, and I am so sensitive right now, hyper-aware of every touch of his as one set of calloused fingers dance over my nipples while the other finds my clit. “Knot me.”

“I think you can give me one more,” he growls, his hips snapping upwards. “Look in the mirror. Watch me fuck you, and then come for me like a good girl.”

I’m not a girl but I’ll do anything for a man that talks to me in that tone. I turn my head, enough for him to lean in and give me a rough kiss. “Watch us,” he orders, and I do as I’m told, giving into the sensations, coming with a groan like the good girl he said I’d be.

“Fuck!” he shouts, fingers digging into my hips as he jerks upwards, and I cry out, still coming but shocked by the sensation, the added pressure, the borderline pain to the stretch as his knot fills me. He growls into my hair, hips rocking in stuttered thrusts, my eyes drawn to his balls and the way they draw up, emptying into me. Wolf men run hotter, I already knowthat, but the pure heat of his cum as he fills me is unexpected and amazing. This moment here is the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I melt back against him in the aftermath, closing my eyes as I come down from the wave, listening to the blood rush of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My thighs are burning and I’m going to feel it tomorrow, but there’s something incredibly erotic about just howfullhe’s made me. I open my eyes and find him watching me in the mirror with those luminous pupils, and I may be the one that’s quite literally trapped on his dick, but I have never felt more powerful than now, under the reverent gaze of this man who isn’t even human, who desires me.

“Are you alright?” His voice is gentle, tentative, and I nod, turning my head again to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Yes.”

“That’s good. You feel so good around my knot. I knew you would.”

“It feels amazing.”

His teeth nip at my shoulder, and his voice is a deep rumble. “I’m glad. How’s the legs? You feeling the burn in your muscles yet?”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Yes.”

“Okay. Let’s do some manoeuvring, then. We’ll get you more comfy. I want you to feel good.”

“Idofeel good,” I tell him, turning my head to look back at him as best as I can. He takes my chin in his hand, thumb running over my lower lip before it’s replaced with his mouth in a slow and sensual kiss.

“I want to worship you, Amaia.”

I bite my lip. I can’t say no to that.

“I understand all the fuss now,”I say quietly, my eyes closed against the moonlight shining directly on my face.

Brett hums with amusement. “About knotting?”

“Mmmhm.” I’m lying on my side, being the little spoon, my big spoon’s knot still firmly locked in place in my cunt. I feel so full. “I really like this,” I admit. I don’t know why I love the fact that I am stuck here on his dick, unable to pull away.

He squeezes me tighter with those big arms of his. He’s so warm that I feel perfectly cosy despite us both being trapped on top of the bedding. “I can tell. I’m glad.”

It’s been a long,long time since I’ve slept in a man’s bed. Technically it’s not his bed, but climbing under the sheets with Brett after our shower feels just as intimate as I imagine being at his house would be.

He must have the same thing on his mind. “Would you come back to the island with me for a night? Come stay at my place,“ he asks quietly, pulling me flush against him. I rest my head against his shoulder. He’s supposed to be picking up his daughter tomorrow.

“What about Alice?”

“I told her I had a date with a pretty lady, and that if it went well, I might have to take a rain check on this weekend. She was happy. Excited for me, even.”

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