Page 172 of Knot Like Other Girls

"You might feel empty for a moment," I warn her. "This will be better."

I press the tapered tip against her entrance, now slightly pink and swollen from my attention. The silicone is cool and firm, different from my warm fingers.

"Deep breath," I instruct, pressing the tapered tip against her. "Push out slightly. It helps."

She tries, trembling with effort. Troy strokes her hair, whispering praise as I work the toy into her, millimeter by millimeter. The resistance persists, but less than before. My preparation is working.

The toy slides inside with careful pressure, the narrow tip entering first, followed by the gradually widening shaft. I twist it slowly while pushing in a corkscrew motion that eases the penetration.

"Oh," she breathes, her back arching slightly. "That… that feels different."

"Good different?" Troy asks, watching her intently.

"Yes," she gasps as I push deeper. "Full but... smooth."

The silicone glides more easily than my fingers. I continue the slow insertion until the widest part meets her entrance.

"This part might be challenging," I warn her. "Deep breath."

I feel her inhale, her body tensing slightly in anticipation. Troy captures her mouth in a kiss, distracting her as I apply steady pressure. The muscle resists, then suddenly yields, allowing the widest section to slip inside.

"There you go," I encourage her, watching her body gradually accept it. "Taking this perfectly, Bella."

A sound escapes her—half gasp, half moan—as the widest part of the shaft passes her entrance. I pause, giving her time to adjust, fighting every urge to replace the toy with myself, to claim and fill her immediately.

"How does it feel?" Troy asks her, his voice rough with restraint.

"Full," she breathes. "Strange. But... good. More. Please, more."

I begin moving the toy, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as her body relaxes around it. Each push draws new sounds from her throat, high and needy. Her hips start moving, seeking more stimulation.

"Look at you," Troy murmurs, desire thickening his voice. "Adapting so beautifully. Your body is perfect, princess."

I push the toy deeper, twisting to ensure thorough preparation. The sight of her accepting it, the way her entrance stretches around the silicone, captivates me. My erection throbs insistently.

"Going to push it all the way now," I tell her. "The base has a small swell. Like a little knot. To prepare you for mine."

Her breath catches at my words, her back arching slightly. "Yes," she moans. "Want to feel it."

I press forward with greater purpose, watching her body take more of the toy. When the small knot at the base meets her entrance, I pause.

"This might feel intense," I warn her. "If it's too much, tell me."

She nods, her face pressed against Troy's neck. I notice the tension in her shoulders, how her hands grip Troy's arms—but she pushes back, wanting more.

With steady pressure, I work the knot against her entrance. The muscle resists strongly, but I maintain gentle, constant force. Troy whispers encouragements, his hands caressing everywhere he can reach.

"Fuck," she gasps suddenly, going rigid. "It's too—I can't?—"

I immediately stop pushing, holding the toy steady. "We can stop," I tell her. "You don't need to take all of it."

"No," she says, her voice strained but determined. "I want it. Just—give me a second."

Troy's hands move to her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. One hand slides between their bodies, finding her sensitive bud again. Her breathing changes as he touches her.

"That's it," he murmurs. "Focus on how good this feels. Let everything else fade away."

I recognize the exact moment when her body surrenders, the tight muscle suddenly relaxing. With a firm push, the knot slips past her entrance, the toy fully seated inside her.

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