Page 3 of Knot That Difficult

“Please what, baby?”

“I need—” I wiggle my hips and thrust up against his hand, my body on fire. “I need you to fuck me.”

He grins above me, his amber eyes no longer soft, but burning with desire. “But you just came so many times. And I thought youhatedwhen I was nice.” He presses against my slick shorts again, and I cry out.

“Damn it, Ben…please, please?—”

He pulls my bottoms down past the tops of my thighs and exposes my bare pussy to the air. Without warning, he plunges two fingers in me, the sensation sharp and sudden. I jolt in surprise at the intrusion, and my cunt grips him.

Ben usually takes his time opening me up. But this isdelicious.

Filthy squelching sounds fill the room as Ben works me, keeping my wrists in place. “Do you hear how wet you are for me?” he gasps. “You’re soaked, and you haven’t taken my cock yet. Oranyknots.”

My breath hitches. My Heat hasn’t fully arrived, but my pre-Heat symptoms are out of control. I become a babbling mess, lifting my hips up eagerly while Ben works me to a release.

“You became tighter when I mentioned a knot.” He chuckles. “How many do you want this time?”

I can’t think. Ben can’t knot me, but he’s brought enough knotting toys to help me through my Heat.

He murmurs low, filthy things in my ear, but I can’t process them. I’m too lost in my imagination and the ache of my body.

I arch my back and cry out, gripping his fingers with my cunt walls. He pushes another finger in, and I clamp around his hand, riding out the waves of pleasure.

I don’t know how many more orgasms I can have before I pass out, and my boyfriend hasn’t even been inside me yet.

Ben removes his fingers, releases my wrists, and moves off me. Before I can cry out for him to come back, his cock is at my entrance. His slick-covered fingers brush against my lips while I lift my hips to grind my slit against the head of his cock.

“Open up,” he whispers, pushing his fingers into my mouth. He moves three to the back of my throat, the syrupy taste of my slick blooming on my tongue.

My sweet boyfriend is afreak.

No one would guess based on how calm and polite he is, but in the bedroom, there’s another side to him.

A side that wants to do everythingtoandwithme.

He takes his time pushing his cock into me, watching as I suck and lick his fingers clean. He pushes past my gag reflex, playing with the back of my mouth.

I never thought something like this could be erotic, but everything we do in the bedroom makes my body burn with need.

“Yes,” he whispers, and I whimper around his fingers. He closes his eyes and his mouth parts as he fills me up with his cock. “You’re so soft, Dev.”

I moan and lift my hips, desperate to take him deeper.

He may not be able to knot me, but he canfuckme. He’s so big that I have to stretch to accommodate him still, even after he worked me open. He pulls his fingers from my mouth, watching enraptured as a string of saliva drips onto my lips. Then he leans forward and thrusts his tongue against mine.

Like I said. An absolute freak.

I kiss him back eagerly and run my hand through his hair, tugging hard at the scalp while he sucks on my tongue. I swallow his groans and squeeze my cunt around him as tightly as I can, and he begins to thrust.

When he breaks away from the kiss, he pants into my neck, breathing hot air onto my mating gland. I gasp, and he increases his thrusts, the bed squeaking with his movements.

Bite me, please…

He licks a stripe up my neck while hitting a sensitive spot deep inside me, and my world shatters, again.

This time, he follows.

“Gonna come, Dev?—”

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