Page 54 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

“God!” She shudders as I suck hard on her nipple, taking more into my mouth, never wanting to release her.

Her scent strengthens, and the hunger to taste her pussy has me close to bursting. She’s running her hands through my hair, moaning, her hips rocking against my hand. I finger her, going fast now, my thumb on her little cherry clit. She’s completely mine.

I ignore my own discomfort and remind myself this is about her and not me.

Releasing one breast, I glance up at my Omega, who’s panting. My hand is soaked, and I know she’s close.

“The way you’re doing that,” she groans, her eyes fluttering as though they might close. “Please never stop.”

“You’re made for me. Your pussy is so tight, gripping my fingers. It’s all I can think about. It’s become my new obsession.”

Moving to her other breast, I bite down gently on her nipple, which has her crying out for me. She’s breathing fast now. So close.

Deciding to help her along, I slip a third finger into her already tight cunt. She flinches but doesn’t stop me. I fuck her with them deep. There’s a sheen of perspiration on her brow, and her breath is racing. Her clit is swollen, and she’s so sensitive to my touch.

She’s ready to be fucked, and I wish we were somewhere else.

“Knox… ohhhh fuck!” Suddenly, she shudders under me and screams. Her pussy is constricting my fingers as a gush of her juices rush over my fingers.

So fucking sexy.

“Come all over my hand… that’s it, pretty girl.”

“It feels incredible,” she murmurs between breaths, shaking like a leaf.

What I’d give to have my face buried between her legs right now, to hold her down as she bucks, so I can lick her dry.

My cock’s in agony. I adjust my balls quickly for slight relief.

Fuck! I’m ready to blow, except we’re closing in on the next stop point. I won’t let anyone see her like this but me.

“I’m dying to lay you down and spread those legs wide so I can fuck you blind, but not here.”

She nods, glancing out to the approaching building. I draw my fingers out, much to her purring protest, which guts me.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be for long.”

“I completely forgot where I was,” she says, red spreading over her cheeks as she quickly tucks away those beautiful breasts. I take the moment to lick the honey from my fingers, my balls pulling up tighter at how deliciously crisp and sweet she tastes.

She’s watching me, making these addictive little sounds that I want to spend forever pulling from her throat.

I then take out a handkerchief from my pocket, cleaning my fingers dry before removing my jacket and holding it folded over an arm in front of me. Need to conceal the anaconda in my pants somehow.

She’s staring at me, grinning mischievously as she straightens her dress with trembling hands.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” I tell her, my voice rough.

Her blush deepens beautifully. “I’m starting to learn.”

“How are you feeling?” I ask, keeping her steady as the gondola rocks slightly on its approach.

“I can’t say I’ve ever done anything like that over the snow before.” Her laugh is breathless, and fuck, the sound does things to me.

I hold on to the handle near the door as it gets rougher, one arm tight around her middle, keeping her pressed to my side where she belongs. The doors open to an empty landing platform—thank fuck for small mercies—and I guide her out.

“Ready to leave?” I ask, stealing another quick kiss because I can’t help myself.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I don’t feel as hot anymore, but it’s still there, lingering...”

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