Page 60 of Knot Just A Fan

“Harder,” I demand, my voice rough.

He jams the two fingers inside me. I spread my legs as far as I can, wanting more, more. He presses into me as far as he canand curls them upward in acome heregesture, and I let loose at last.

Panting, my chest heaves for breath as I feel the sea crashing around us. But it’s his scent, his breath mixing with mine, his warmth inside me, bringing me to the edge again so soon then pulling out of me. I try to prop myself up but he lays me back down.

“Now, Briella, do you want my cock?” His voice is slow and soft. He shows no concern for the security men just down the steps or any of the beach party happening below. The roof is thatched and hangs low over the sides of the booth. If someone was clever and wanted to see in, they could, but that adds to the thrill of what I’m finally doing.

“Yes. All of it, inside me.Please,” I beg.

Grayson sits up and pulls off his silky black boxers. In seconds, he’s back over me, lithe and toned. He reminds me of a jaguar, his movements so smooth and controlled, but my main focus is on his gorgeous, thick, glistening pink cock.

He props himself over me and I lay there, loving the helpless feeling of him in control, of me vulnerable and exposed. I know it will be his turn soon, but this is what I’ve waited for.

“Fuck me, Grayson Cove. Fill up every inch.”

The heat feels more controlled, more workingwithme than against this time, with this Alpha—myAlpha—here with me. I feel safe, secure, and as he smiles a wicked smile and slides his diamond-hard cock inside my slit, I feel protected and cherished in a way I never allowed myself to admit Iwanted.

He begins to rock, slowly at first, matching the music’s tempo. One hand draws a tendril of hair from my face and he slides his fingers inside my mouth, then traces them down between my breasts, along my side, before using them to draw circles around my clit as his cock becomes more insistent. Itslams against my skin, up inside where my muscles squeeze around him, trying to hold him there forever.

“Right where you belong,” I manage between hitching breaths.

“Right whereyoubelong,” he says, grinning hard, sweat beading at his temples. I reach up and run a hand through his soft hair, and tug it gently as his cock finds my core and I freeze as I come right to the edge, and spill over.

His balls are rock-hard, too as they slam against me. I’ve never felt such a delicious fever. And then I feel his knot at the base of his cock swelling up.

“Don’t stop,” I insist.

Grayson leans down and his mouth finds mine, his tongue dancing inside me before he pulls away, staring me in the eye, one then another. “Briella, I’m ready. Do you want my knot? God, you smell so fucking good. You feel so tight.”

I reach up and suck his bottom lip against mine, ecstasy and utter bliss encircling me like a halo. But my smile wobbles as I lean back. “I do. More than anything.”

Grayson’s eyes soften. “Relax, beautiful angel. I want you to feel it. But I will never hurt you. The more you relax, the better it will feel.”

Gently, he pulls his cock out of me, drenched with my slick and his pre-cum. The sight of it nearly gets me off again. I press my heels into the floor, my knees bent around him and my fingers tracing hard up and down the outside of my thighs as I try to control my want.

He leans back, runs a hand up his cock to the knot there, sliding up and down it, spreading my slick all around. He watches me watching him and gives a soft growl in the back of his throat. Light and color like the dancing of the sun on ocean waves sparkle in his eyes.

The scent of our arousal mixed as he presents himself to me is surpassed only by the thought of,Fuck, he really is huge.

He looks deep into my eyes. “You ready, angel?”

I nod, my mouth open slightly, wanting to taste him but knowing this next moment is everything.

“My knot is yours. Take it.” His voice is equal parts purr and growl like the lithe, gorgeous mythical figure he looks like in my hazy vision.

He presses the thick tip of his cock carefully between my engorged lips. I’m so oversensitive there already, but it’s nothing compared to the next moment when he shoves his cock back inside and my body yields to his knot. It widens my entrance and presses in with such fervor that my muscles seem to pull it in, inviting, then clamping down like the gates of a palace, holding on to its prize.

I scream and throw my head back against the booth floor.

“You okay up there, boss?” This is followed by a snicker.

One of the security guys. Grayson’s grinning down at me as he yells back. “All good, mate!”

I hope they’re not Alphas and can’t scent me or him or what we’re doing. But in a way it’s also the hottest scenario I could ever imagine.

Grayson grabs my one wrist than the other with one hand while thrusting inside me, rocking me into a frenzied rhythm. He pins my wrists over my head so my breasts lift directly up at his bare chest as he grinds his knot inside me further with each, insistent motion.

“Fuck me!” I hiss.

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