Page 53 of Knot That Delicate

I needed a knot.

Luckily for me, Dylan had a convenient one and he was butt naked, his cock standing to attention, even in his sleep.

Crawling over to him, I inhaled his musky pine scent as I clambered over him, lining up my pussy and sinking down onto his length in one quick thrust.

Immediate relief flooded me, simply from being full again. I didn’t give myself time to adjust, instead, bouncing up and down, setting a moderate pace.

Within seconds, Dylan was cracking his eyes open, his hands grabbing my hips as he smiled up at me lazily.

“Well, that’s one way to wake up,” he said, his voice thick with sleep.

I bit my lip. “Do you mind?” I asked, suddenly nervous. They had made it clear I could use them however I wanted, but it would still be nice to hear again.

A yelp escaped my mouth as Dylan grabbed me and, in one quick, decisive move, flipped us so he was hovering over me, his cock still buried deeply inside me. He smirked down at me, thrusting so deep, I saw stars. “You’ll hear no complaints from me,” he said.

“Good! Knot?” I asked as I leaned forward to nip at his neck.

Clenching one of my thighs, he hiked one of my legs over his hip, his cock reaching new unexplored places inside me that made me speak in tongues.

We didn’t stop until I was well and truly knotted.

“How do you want me?” Asher asked with a grin.

I sat up, staring him down.

Safe to say, that was a loaded question.

“Inside me?” I asked, making him burst into laughter.

“I thought that one was a given!”

“Well, so did I, so why did you ask?” I pouted, opening my arms and gesturing for him to join me.

I was tempted to jump him, but my energy was dwindling. The positions where the guys did most of the work were quickly becoming my favourites.

Asher did as I bid, crawling over me, spreading my legs and sliding in easily, like his cock was made for my pussy.

“That’ll never not feel good.” He groaned, leaning down and stealing a kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck, anchoring him in place.

I held on for dear life as his pace increased. Fast fucking was amazing, and I was a fan.

Slow and steady also had its place, but if this heat had taught me one thing, it was that I was stupidly impatient.

“More,” I demanded. The heat haze was starting to creep up on me again, and I didn’t know how much longer I would be lucid.

“You’ll get more.” Asher tutted. “I swear, I will never fucking tire of this pussy, it’s fucking perfection.”

“Perfection you can knot,” I growled, nipping at his neck as I demanded more.

Before I could blink, Asher had my hands pinned to the mattress next to my head and started fucking me.

Hard.

My hips were going to be bruised from the sheer strength of his thrusts, our pelvis crashing together repeatedly, but neither of us cared. His knot was there, teasing my entrance.

“Fuck your knot into me,” I demanded. It wasn’t fully inflated—that would happen when he came—so I wanted that stretch, and I wanted it now.

“Good girls get knots,” he said. “And you?” He thrust deep, the knot stretching me out, so tight, so full. There wasn’t any air left in me. “Are thebestgirl,” he said as his knot expanded rapidly, his cock throbbing.

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