Page 89 of Knot Just for Show

“Uh huh.” I nod slowly—our lips pressing together, my hand creeping between us—stopping a moment to toy with one of Ursula’s hard nipples before moving lower, toward the waistband of her swimsuit.

I moan into her mouth as Ursula’s hand closes firmly around my hard shaft, her tender grip bobbing down toward my swelling knot before languidly milking me from base to tip.

My tongue pushes past hers, my hand slipping into the front of her bathing suit bottoms—fingers seeking the warm slickness between Ursula’s legs.

We break the kiss—Ursula letting out a tiny whimper as I run my fingers along her slick lips, stopping to use my index finger to tenderly pull back the hood on her swollen clit, my middle finger gently circling the pulsing bud of nerves.

Ursula whines and bucks against my hand, her grip tightening on my knot—gently throbbing in her palm.

“Mav told me about how you milked him while fucking him with your fingers,” I rasp out, surprised that the words escape me so readily.

Ursula lets out a mewling noise, her slick running down the heel of my palm—thick, sweet as honey, and smelling of roses and saffron.

“I can’t wait to knot you with him.” The words keep tumbling out—my fingers leaving their careful work with Ursula’s clit to push inside her—finding that tender place deep within that will make her scream.

Her hand grips my knot as I speak, our faces so close that we draw one another’s hot breaths as we pant against our building pleasure.

“To watch Lysander cum inside you for the first time,” my voice gutters as Ursula begins to stroke me hard and fast—my legs quaking gently as I return my ministrations to her buzzing clit.

“I want you inside me when he bites you in,” Ursula moans as I flutter the tip of my middle finger in looping circles over her tender bud. “I wanna feel you cum inside me as he takes you.”

“Fuck, I want that too, sugar.” I half hiccup down a loud moan—my glutes and quads firing with tiny spasms as I cling to the edge of cumming.

The closeness of our bodies—both racked and trembling with the potential energy of our pleasure, is almost too much to bear. Ursula’s sweet scent, her dirty words, her velvet-lined-iron-grip on my cock.

“Are you close?” she manages to bite out, and I can’t help but be reminded of that day with Lysander in the shower.

“Real fuckin’ close,” I moan, trembling under her grip as she pumps my cock relentlessly.

Without warning, she gets up from her place beside me, pushing me off of my side and onto the flat of my back—getting onto her hands and knees. Before I can ask what she’s doing or process what’s going on—she’s sitting astride my hips—my cock nestled between her creamy pussy lips and my lower abdominals as she grinds on me.

“Fuck, Ursula, I won’t last if you do that.” My head lifts off the rock—my hands moving instinctively to grip her hips as she gyrates above me, her head thrown back—a loud moan escaping her as I rub against her.

“I won’t either—so cum for me baby,” she moans, her hands splayed on my chest as she grinds—my cock nearly disappearing as she bucks her hips forward, the head of my cock reappearing—her slick heat sliding back over my knot as she slams her pelvis back over and over again.

“Ursula!” I grunt, shooting my load onto my own tense abdominal muscles.

“Ronan, I’m gonna cum!” she wails, my cum adding to her slick lube as she continues her spirited humping—I feel the spasms of her pussy muscles against my softening knot as she shakes with orgasm—and it’s all I can do not to be instantly hard again.

When the tremors finally stop racking her body, she dismounts me in a lazy roll.

“That got a little messier than I anticipated,” she huffs and puffs—an arm draped over her eyes to block the glare of the sun—her beautiful olive gold skin glistening with our cum as she works to catch her breath.

“Well, I’d say it’s about time for a skinny dip—wouldn’t you?” I flex my legs—my cock already half soft—but still sticky with Ursula’s sweet honey.

“I would,” she sighs happily, rolling over to peck a kiss onto my parted lips—before launching herself from the blanket and off the edge of the rock into the beautiful, clear water with a loud splash.

Chapter Thirty

Lysander

“What is there to talk about?” Teddy bristles, sitting down at the metal table beneath the big square umbrella with Mavren, Ronan, Ash, and I.

Ash raises a silvery brow, fixing Teddy with an appraising look.

“I thought you were the guy who said we should be full disclosure when talking about sex stuff?” he challenges, shoving his lime wedge into the long neck of his beer bottle.

Teddy squirms uncomfortably in his seat, taking a swig of his own beer in lieu of responding to Ash’s question.

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