Page 112 of Knot Happening Again

I smirk against her skin. "As you wish."

My fingers make quick work of the button on her jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. I can smell her arousal, the scent making my mouth water. I slip my hand inside her panties, groaning when I feel how wet she is.

"Fuck, Ophelia," I growl. "You're soaked."

She whimpers, burying her face in my neck. "It's your fault," she mumbles.

I chuckle, my fingers finding her clit and circling it gently. "Oh? How so?"

Her hips jerk at my touch, a moan escaping her. "You... ah... you and your stupid sexy fingers."

I increase the pressure, enjoying the way she squirms in my lap. "Thesestupid sexy fingers?"

"Yes," she gasps. "Oh god, Troy..."

I slip a finger inside her, groaning at how tight and hot she feels. "You feel amazing, princess. So fucking perfect."

Ophelia clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I work her. I add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. Her walls clench around me, and I know she's close.

"That's it," I murmur, my thumb finding her clit again. "Come for me, Ophelia. Let me feel you."

She cries out, her body tensing as her orgasm washes over her. I work her through it, only slowing when she collapses against me, trembling.

I can't get enough of her. Ophelia's still trembling from her orgasm, but I'm not done. Not even close.

I stand, scooping her up in my arms. She lets out a surprised squeak, her arms wrapping around my neck. "Troy, what?—"

I silence her with a kiss, rough and demanding. Her lips part for me, and I swallow her moan as I deposit her on the piano's keyboard.

The discordant clang of keys fills the air as I set her down on the instrument. Ophelia gasps, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. "What are you doing?"

I don't answer. Instead, I grab the waistband of her jeans and yank. The sound of tearing fabric mixes with the lingering notes from the piano. Her panties follow suit, leaving her bare from the waist down.

"Troy!" she exclaims, a mix of shock and arousal in her voice.

I drop to my knees in front of her, pushing her thighs apart. The sight of her spread out on my piano, gripping the edges for balance, makes my mouth water. "Fuck, princess. You look good enough to eat."

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't try to close her legs. "Then what are you waiting for?"

A growl rumbles in my chest at her challenge. I lean in, inhaling deeply. Her scent is intoxicating, drawing me in like a siren's call. I can't resist any longer.

My tongue darts out, licking a long stripe up her slit. Ophelia cries out, her hips jerking. The movement causes more keys to sound, creating a chaotic melody that perfectly matches the frenzied desire coursing through my veins.

I dive in, my tongue exploring every inch of her. She tastes even better than she smells, and I can't get enough. I lap at her entrance, gathering her wetness before moving up to circle her clit.

Ophelia's moans fill the air, punctuated by the random notes from the piano as she shifts and squirms under my ministrations. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. I groan against her, the vibrations making her gasp.

"Troy," she whimpers, her hips rocking against my face. "Oh god, that feels amazing."

I double down, alternating between broad strokes with my tongue and focused attention on her clit. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, and I can tell she's getting close. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars.

Ophelia cries out, her back arching off the piano keys. The discordant notes mix with her moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that drives me wild. I pump my fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of my tongue on her clit.

"Fuck, Troy," she pants, her voice high and breathy. "I'm so close. Please don't stop."

I have no intention of stopping. I'd spend the whole day buried in her pussy if I could. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue as I curl my fingers inside her. Ophelia's hips buck wildly, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Troy," she gasps, her walls clenching around my fingers. "Oh god, I'm gonna?—"

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