Page 191 of Tangled in Knots

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking me so perfectly,” he rasps. “How are you doing?”

“Good, so good,” I moan. “I’m still thinking too much.”

“Think later, baby. Feel me now,” he reminds me, his hands helping me move over him. My pussy clenches on his dick as I slick down it. His lips close over my nipple, gaze on mine as he slowly tortures me with pleasure.

Damon wraps one hand around my waist, so the other can rub my clit with his thumb.

“Oh,” I sigh, head dropping back as pleasure rolls over me. My body is flushed with desire, even as I decide I don’t need to forgive them for circumstances outside of their control.

I simply need to kill the people who put the cogs into motion. My mind runs in leaps and bounds, making connections three steps ahead of where I think I am. Yet, this feels right, finally.

“Adira,” Damon reproaches, pinching my clit. Gasping, I shudder, my eyes hooding with excitement.

“You have my attention,” I purr, my fingers tugging on his hair.

“Good, now bounce on my cock like a good girl,” he growls. The shift in power dynamic between us feels right, even if he appears a little uncertain.

Knowing Damon is worried he’s pushing too far, I rise and fall on his cock, moaning as my pussy stretches around him. He feels so good, and with every movement, his cock lights up the nerve endings along my walls. The slight pinch of pain with every shift of my hips, as I work to take all of him, feels good, because it grounds me and reminds me of where I am.

I’m with my scent match, riding him in the middle of the day in the library. I seem to have a thing for sexual encounters in inappropriate places, but I’m having too much fun to care.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Damon grunts. “You’re strangling my cock. Is it possible to die from sex?”

“I certainly hope not,” I tease him. I didn’t know sex could be almost silly, that there could be banter and fun with the intensity.

The slow build of my orgasm feels nice, there’s no hurry, my stomach isn’t cramping, it’s just us.

My thighs touch his for a moment, and Damon moves his hand, so I can grind my clit on his knot.

“Use me, sweet girl,” he moans. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I whine. “I feel so full and yet, I want more. Mmmm. I need to move.”

“Please. I'm going to want to fuck you onto my knot if you don’t,” he hisses, moving so he can drop his head back on the couch we’re fucking on. He looks perfectly composed outside of his messy hair. Like a perfect alpha God, expected to be ridden.

The thought makes me moan as I move, rocking and twisting my hips as I bounce on his cock. The only sounds in the nearly silent room are of his grunts and my whimpers as we fuck. The wetter I get, the more my pussy sucks his cock deeper inside of me. His now slouched position allows him to rub perfectly over my G-spot, and I can feel my toes begin to curl.

My breaths are shorter as I find myself getting closer to an orgasm, and Damon sits up to kiss me. His tongue feels as if he’s fucking my mouth the way his cock is, swiping, tasting, devouring. Holding me tightly, he swallows down my strangled scream as I tumble over the edge of my orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” he growls. “I need to knot you, Adira. Please.”

“Yes, Alpha,” I gasp.

His hands grip my hips as he fucks up into me, and I hold onto his shoulders as my head drops back in pleasure. His knot is thick, making me whimper as I feel it begin to push inside of me. My slick is coating it completely, and I can feel the way my pussy is sucking at the top of it, eager to be filled.

“Yes, baby. I love when you call me alpha,” Damon groans. “One day you’re going to present your pretty, dripping cunt to me and say those words. A little more, you’re doing so well.”

Mewling, all I can do is dig my nails into his skin as he rocks my hips over his thick knot. The deeper he goes, the better it begins to feel. My next orgasm crashes over me without warning, and I rock forward to bury my face into his neck as I sob.

“I’m good, so fucking good. Please don’t stop. I’ll die. Please, Damon,” I beg.

Twisting his body, he moves so I’m underneath him and he’s covering me. Kissing my neck, he whispers how proud he is of me as he pushes his knot until it’s nearly all the way in.

God, I may die. It’s too much and yet not enough. I’m on the razor edge of pain and pleasure, and I’m quite happy to lean into this.

“So close, Adira. Just a little more,” he groans before it pops into place.

Damon rocks and pistons his hips twice more, his pelvic bone grinding on my clitoris.

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