Page 61 of Knot Just for Show

“Mmmm, keep going, Princess—I’ll be sporting a full knot soon if you keep this up,” Teddy encourages me.

“Taking Lysander round all the bases and through home plate while all of you watch—waiting for your turn.”

“What a wild imagination you have,” Teddy tuts smugly. “Why don’t you turn on that pretty little vibe I sent you, princess—nice and low.”

Without hesitation, my other hand turns the small ring that joins the pendant to its knit chain; the vibrator buzzing softly between my fingers as I bring it to my clit.

“Unh!” The moan escapes me, loud and unbidden—but I’m too lost in sensation to be embarrassed. We passed that point long ago.

“Atta girl. Tease that little pearl for me, my knot is pounding over here—all of me wants to be inside you right now—but I’m gonna have to make do with listening to the sounds you make when you add another finger and turn up that vibe.”

Doing as I’m told, I add a finger; middle and index digits curling upward toward my g-spot—just out of my miniscule reach, adjusting the intensity of the vibrator ever so slightly.

“Teddy,” I whine, my breaths becoming more ragged as I get closer to overflowing.

“I can’t wait to stretch that pretty little pussy, feeling you squeeze my cock until my knot fills that sweet little honey hole, keeping all my hot cum inside you.”

I don’t say anything, just whine as I imagine the scene in my head.

“Tell me, Princess, tell me how close you are—tell me just what my dirty little girl is doing so I can imagine my pretty little omega while I stroke my fat cock,” Teddy rasps.

“I’m fucking myself hard and fast with my fingers now.” I whimper—lifting my hips as if it will give myself some relief. “I’m so tight Teddy—I want you inside me, I want to cum,” I practically sob with need.

“That’s my good girl—I want you to turn up that vibe to max, I want you to cum for me like you’re riding my big, fat cock—like you’re gonna suck my knot inside that tight wet pussy as your cunt spasms,” he growls.

I spin the ring of the vibrator all the way clockwise, the high RPMs sending a lighting jolt of pleasure through my clit and already trembling pussy.

“Teddy, I’m cumming!” I wail as my muscles fire in jagged bursts—my legs shaking uncontrollably as my bodyrocks through the wave of the orgasm that washes over me.

As the stars clear from my vision and I start to catch my breath—I hear a guttering grunt from Teddy, and a low, raw hiss of a word, “Fuck.” He bites out, and I’m certain he’s cum too.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Teddy

“Holy shit,” Ursula heaves an exhausted sigh.

“Hate to say I told you so,” I laugh, doing my best to be all bravado—even though I’m still reeling from Ursula’s unexpectedly dirty mind.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” she laughs, still panting slightly.

“Yeah, ok you got me.” On the other side of the wall, I struggle to catch my own breath—stuffing the wadded tissues I’ve used to clean up in the pocket of my sweatpants to hide any lingering evidence of our little romp from the cameras .

“Well, I have to admit—that was certainly a mark in favor of our compatibility.” I can hear her shifting, clearing her throat.

“The other guys are probably going to be a little jealous when I tell them tonight, but it’s not like they aren’t allowed to do this kind of shit with you on their dates,” I laugh, but my heart is racing, my stomach is turning worried somersaults, and my head is starting to feel light from all the adrenaline and dopamine flooding my system.

“Did…did they know you were going to do this today?” she squeaks sheepishly.

“I mean, Mav knows I had a surprise for you—but that’s about it.” I hunch forward, forcing myself to take deep, steady breaths.

“Well, I’m certainly less anxious about our island getaway now—if anything, I’m going to be sprinting toward that reveal now,” Ursula giggles giddily.

“Oh really? Was I really that much of an outlier?” I taunt, not sure if I’m ready for the answer.

“To be honest? I wasn’t sure how this was going to work without any of us seeing each other…I mean, it would be stupid to pretend like appearance has zero impact on attraction, right?” Ursula reasons.

“Yeah, right,” I agree—still hanging on the rest of her response.

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