Page 96 of Knot Just for Show

Lysander lets out a guttering gasp as he sinks a few inches deeper, his arms threatening to buckle as his whole upper body wobbles.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and hot,” he groans almost as if he’s in pain—his whole body taught and loaded above me.

“You feel so good inside me, Lysander,” I encourage him, my hands reaching around to cup his muscular ass—one of my hands dallying to stroke Teddy—his cock still bobbing just above Lysander’s suspended glutes.

“Holy shit, Ursula,” he moans—sinking deeper and deeper until I can feel his pubic bone push against my clit, still regaining its full sensitivity after my last orgasm; the head of his cock pressing gently against my cervix.

“You feel so good, so deep,” I moan.

Lysander lifts his hips jerkily—his breath hitching in fits and starts, his body not quite able to find the right rhythm amidst all the overwhelming sensation.

“C’mon bro, let’s fix that stroke game,” Teddy growls—his hands gripping Lysander’s hips from behind.

Pressing his cock into the valley of Lysander’s high, sculpted ass cheeks—his cock head resting atop the cleft of Teddy’s ass at the base of his spine.

Teddy uses his considerable strength to lift Lysander’s hips, serving the dual purpose of pulling nearly the entire length of Lysander’s monster cock from inside me, while grinding Lysander’s ass more firmly against Teddy’s own desperate erection.

As Lysander and I both moan, Teddy rolls his hips down deep—forcing Lysander inside me almost to the hilt—my own cries, loud in my ears as Teddy’s humping forces Lysander to once again bump against my cervix.

“Fuck!” Lysander moans—pinned between me and Teddy.

“Ash, would you mind?” Teddy grunts out, jerking his head.

I don’t understand what Teddy’s asking, but Ash evidently does. He makes his way to the three of us—his fingers moving between our crush of bodies to find my clit; his hand still feverishly pumping away at his own erection.

As soon as Ash begins stroking my clit—I can feel my muscles gripping Lysander’s cock even harder, I practically let out a scream as Teddy drives him to bottom out against my cervix once more.

“Ursula—I’m so close, I’m scared I’m g-gonna,” Lysander pants—his whole body gently trembling as his eyes lock with mine.

“Cum inside me, baby—give me every last drop,” I let out a pitchy whine as Lysander pistons in and out of me—completely under his own rhythm at this point, his thrusts becoming increasingly desperate; Teddy’s moans telling me that he might cum first—if not close behind.

“That’s right Sandy, fill that pretty pink pussy with your cum,” Teddy growls unexpectedly—and I let out a surprised yelp as my pussy pulses—my muscles firing in a ricochet as I cum again.

“Fuuuck!” Lysander barks, his hips slamming into me balls deep one final time as he cums.

I wake to muffled sounds of pleasure, a writhing mass beneath the white sheet within an arm’s reach—Ash still curved behind me like a sliver of white crescent moon, his morning wood hard against my ass—his breath still shallow and even with sleep.

With tentative fingers, I take hold of one corner of the sheet—pulling it away to reveal Lysander and Teddy; mouths tearing at one another—hard cocks together, stroking in a furious frottage—hips rocking in time.

“Fuck!” Lysander hisses, his hips stuttering as our eyes meet over the high peak of Teddy’s shoulder.

Realizing I’ve pulled the sheet away, Teddy’s motions slow—Lysander whining in protest as Teddy does so, flopping onto his back—his massive cock making a wet slapping sound against his flat stomach that makes my pussy pulse and my slick flow.

“Good morning, Princess—I hope you’ll forgive us getting started without you,” he purrs, rolling onto his back beside me.

“And what if I do mind?” I play at disapproval, but I’m already moving slowly on my hands and knees down the bed—crawling into the space made by Teddy and Lysander’s splayed legs.

Teddy reaches his hands behind his head—the very picture of relaxation—as Lysander’s eyes only widen with a wild edge somewhere between anticipation and utter panic.

I take Lysander in my right hand, the girthy, cut monster a tall order for my gag reflex as I bend to take him into my mouth.

“Hey, what about me, Princess?” Teddy pants, his hard cock in his hand, his swollen knot just below his pumping fist.

“You said you wanted to learn—get down here,” I instruct him with mock consternation.

Teddy’s grin twists, and he scrambles down the bed onto his belly beside me.

“Lysander’s so big—you’re going to want to start slow,” I begin—Lysander jamming another pillow beneath his head so he can watch Teddy and I at work.

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