Page 119 of Knot Just for Show

Without warning, Mavren darts to the side and sweeps all of the dishes on the farm table to the far right end—leaving a little over six and a half feet of glistening black walnut open for use.

He’s on me before I can realize what’s happening—not quite pushing, but spiritedly guiding me backward toward the table’s surface.

In the blink of an eye, Mavren has negotiated me onto my back so that I lay lengthwise on the mostly empty dinner table.

“Alright, well that escalated quickly,” Ronan growls eagerly—already pulling his t-shirt up and over his head.

Mavren doesn’t seem to notice. He kicks low on the legs of the chair at the head of the table by my feet—moving forward to grab my ankles and yank me down the table—my tank top and sweats slipping easily across the polished wood until my ass meets theedge of the table—the backs of my knees cupped in Mavren’s hands.

“God fucking damn it you smell so good,” He growls, resting my legs against either side of his chest as he reaches down and grabs both the waist band of my sweatpants and panties, pulling them down over the round of my ass—frantically pulling the clumsy garments off of my ankles as my feet dangle by Mavren’s ears.

“Oh fuck,” Teddy moans, almost doubling over—the power of his desire; his unyielding erection, his achingly swollen knot, taking him aback as he drops the waistband of his own sweatpants at the edge of the table.

Ash, kinky little devil he is—lays flat on the ground beneath the edge of the table—my cunt dripping honey down into his open mouth.

“Best seat in the house,” he moans, stroking himself fast and hard.

As soon as Mavren’s got my legs completely free—he gets on his knees at the table’s edge and buries his face in my pussy—offering Teddy one of my ankles to help keep me spread wide before offering Ronan the other ankle in kind.

“Please!” I gasp—Mavren’s tongue scrolling elaborate patterns over my throbbing clit.

I reach for Ronan and Teddy—their rigid cocks already adorned with pounding knots—my hands instinctively moving toward the hot knurls of flesh swollen at the base of each of their impressive lengths.

Dully, I register Lysander—his huge, hard cock weeping precum as he fucks his fist.

“Come here, baby—nobody should be left out,” I call Lysander—opening my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue as if I might catch his pearly load there.

Lysander watches me with hungry eyes—stroking harder and slower a few moments before taking a few stuttering steps toward me—carefully negotiating himself up onto the surface of the table to stick his cock in my waiting mouth.

I moan around him—Lysander’s hips jerking forward on their own volition as I suck him.

I hear Mavren growl low and ravenous, “I can’t wait any longer,” the words sending a delicious electricity running through my veins.

I turn my head slightly—Lysander’s cock popping free from my mouth as he groans in protest.

“I need your knot!” I whine, slick and traces of Mavren’s saliva dripping from my pussy over the edge of the wooden table to the floor—before once again I am silenced by Lysander’s cock.

Mavren’s imposing rod and knurled knot stand nearly vertical at attention—his hands carefully taking his ample length in one hand—running the corona of his cock up and down my slick petals before pushing his way inside a few inches at a time.

The heat has made me feel tighter, more sensitive than I ever have during sex in my life. I thought I had experienced a pretty intense level of sensation normally…but this is simply beyond.

While all of my pack mates have been generously endowed—I hadn’t struggled in the slightest to take even Lysander’s monumental pipe with its astonishing girth—even without a knot; without breaking a sweat.

Now, that desperate tight feeling seems to be more than just a combination of my desperation and imagination—because I can feel every inch of Mavren’s shaft stretching me to what feels like a new limit—his hot, hard knot pressing eagerly at my slick lips, my buzzing clit—denied entrance just yet.

“Oh god yes!” I wail, Mavren rolling his entire body—his hips flexing backward; his cock slurping out of me up to the tip of his head before he undulates his entire frame forward again—hiscock slamming back inside me up to the knot; still barred from entry by my trembling tightness, as I scream out in pleasure around Lysander’s throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck—I can’t hold it! I’m cumming,” Lysander jerks—his balls lifting as he pumps my mouth full of cum.

“You’ll last longer. We just gotta practice more,” Teddy taunts Lysander as I pump his cock in my fist—his dusky purple cock and knot swollen and mapped with bulging veins.

“We’ll see how long you last,” Lysander pants, crawling carefully off the dinner table as I sweep up any stray drops of him with my tongue as it darts out to the corner of my mouth.

Almost as soon as Lysander is out of sight, Teddy shudders forward and moans sharply—his cock jumping in my hand—his knot gently pulsing.

“Fuck, Sandy!” Teddy lets out a surprisingly slutty moan—and I can see from the glass on the oven door—that Lysander has spread Teddy’s rock hard cheeks, his full lips and tender tongue rimming Teddy as I stroke his desperate cock.

I hear Ash hiccup down a moan beneath the table—his breathing high and thready now. I can tell that he’s getting close, but that he wants to wait until one of the alphas cums so that he can play before he allows himself to stop the edging.

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