Page 89 of Knotting With A Stranger

“Perfect,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect with those big eyes and that sweet mouth full of my cock.”

The compliment ripples over me like warm honey, soothing some broken part of me I hadn’t realized needed healing. I redouble my efforts, wanting—needing—more of those words, more of that look in his eyes.

“Goddamn,” he growls, his thumb caressing my cheek. “Go deeper— Fuck!”

My pussy clenches so tight, it throbs.

I smile around him, pleased with his reaction. My free hand slides beneath the water, seeking my own relief from the building pressure. James notices immediately, his eyes tracking the movement.

“That’s it, touch your little cunt,” he orders. “Make yourself feel good while you take care of me. Show me what you need.”

I suck on him, my tongue swirling the length of the base, teasing and taunting. He throws his head back, his breathing coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Fuck,” he says, his hold on the back of my head tightening. “Don’t stop.”

Continuing to suck and lick, my hand stroking up and down his shaft. He’s getting harder and thicker, pulsing with anticipation.

“Deeper, Lily,” he growls. “Take it all.”

I obey, pushing my head back, taking him as far as I can. He’s so big, so thick, it stretches me, pushing to the back of my throat, and I gag. But I don’t care, don’t stop, even when my eyes water. The discomfort is quickly overridden by the pleasure, the sheer intensity of the sensation.

As I devour him, I find my clit, swollen and buzzing. I stroke it, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. The combination is explosive, a tidal wave of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me.

A moan escapes me, and James’ grip tightens in response.

I look up at him through my lashes, enjoying the way his jaw clenches with restraint.

“Keep looking at me like that. Want to see those pretty eyes while you take me deeper.”

I comply, maintaining contact. His breathing grows heavier, more ragged, while I rub and pinch my clit faster, the rise in me moving like a storm. Building and building.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. The way you use your tongue... right there... goddamn. And when I’m done with you here,” he continues. “I’m going to fuck you, knot you, then make you come on my tongue until you’re begging me to stop.”

A whimper escapes me, my nipples tight, the ache in my gut sharpening.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” He traces my cheekbone with his thumb. “Like thinking about me between your thighs, making you scream my name. Making you mine.”

The dominant claim in his words has my pussy quivering with desire, and I shake and moan against him. His growls and the pressure of his hand against the back of my head keep me going, sucking down on him.

“Fuck, Lily,” he groans, his hand tightening in my hair. “I’m close. So fucking close. You’ll take all of me into you, won’t you?”

I nod, not breaking rhythm.

“Such a pretty girl. Born for this, weren’t you? Born to be mine.”

Mine. The word echoes in my head, resonating with something deep and primal inside me. It’s too soon, too intense,too everything—but in this moment, with my body humming with arousal and my mind clouded, it feels like truth.

James’s breath catches, his body tensing. “Lily,” he warns, giving me one last chance to pull away.

I don’t. Instead, I maintain eye contact, wanting him to see my decision, my surrender.

His cock jerks in my mouth, hot jets of cum flooding me. I swallow it all, gulping, savoring the taste as I feel the tremors that wrack his body.

“Swallow every last drop,” he growls, his body stiff, then he hisses.

He’s still holding my head, his fingers digging into my scalp.

I’m surprised by how natural it feels, how right, as if my body knows what to do even if my mind is catching up.

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