Page 128 of Violet

“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Princess. Finally own all of you. Your pretty, perfect ass. Hold still.”

I do. Every single part of me is focused on him, on what he’s doing, and he stretches me so wide that I want to reject him. I try to stay relaxed, try to allow him entry even as my clit starts to throb harder than before. Which makes me want to grind down into the edge of the table.

It’s impossible, how deep he’s going, how much I seem to stretch, and then he sighs, his hips touching my ass and I know he’s in. All. The. Way.

Then he starts to move and the slide in and out is odd, but he’s stroking something with each push and pull, and soon my whole body is focused on that, and his movementsstop being slow and deliberate and hit harder, more forceful, more erratic.

“Oh, fuck, Princess.Fuck.”

He starts to hammer me, and I push back into him, and soon he’s slamming me so hard the table moves, and a deep throbbing pleasure, different from the one in my clit, begins. It sings so loud through me, that pleasure, and I come so hard I think I black out for a second.

I’m still throbbing, still coming, and his movements are hard and fast. I don’t think I’ve felt him so big, sothere, but with a cry, he pulls out and his hot cum hits my ass and my back, on and on. Finally, grunting, he collapses on me, breathing heavily.

He kisses my cheek, my throat, my shoulder. “We should get cleaned up.”

Stephan gets up and starts to help me.

And that’s when something snaps inside, and I turn, looking at him as he’s putting himself away.

“Stephan?”

“Yes, Princess?”

I swallow. “Tonight, the girls, they were talking about knotting.”

He goes still, but I continue, the words rushing free.

“I don’t have any reference for it, but they said you haven’t, and can…can they tell? I mean if someone’s been knotted or not? Can they? I don’t have any reference. I don’t know. But sometimes it feels like something’s missing with sex. It’s fun and all, and I’ve never experienced the pleasure you bring. But…but beyond that, it’s like something isn’t there…” I swallow again. “Have you knotted me?”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

Stephan

I’m ashamed to admit it, but I walk away. How the fuck am I meant to answer that?

With ano, obviously.

Her blow jobs are mind-destroying. Her pussy a marvel designed to make a man rut and knot even when she’s not in heat and not careful.

Do I fucking tell her I’m scared of accidentally knocking her up? That I’m waiting until the contraceptives take hold, the higher dose I’ve leveled it up to, so we can do that, and I can avoid something happening?

I’mcravingthe rut, and I want to give in to the need to knot. My reaction to her heat means I need to dose her. Again.

I turn on the shower and strip, getting underthe water spray.

My princess doesn’t join me, but I know she hovers. I feel her, smell her. She’s a constant prick against my resolve, which is why I need to make sure she’s safe.

When I get out and dressed, she’s no longer in the bedroom, where she followed me to.

Violet’s on the balcony, where she sits on the love seat, her hair damp from the downstairs’ shower, and she wears one of her simple sundresses. Not one of my T-shirts, not pajamas, a dress.

“Princess?”

She doesn’t look at me and it does something to me deep inside, like it creates an empty hollow that I’m suddenly desperate to fill. But the thing is she’d never understand the why, unless…

Unless I manipulate it to the right place.

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