Page 22 of Knot Your Damsel

But he clearly doesn’t have the same issue with Mr Page —I mean Mathew— around, he’s apparently not a stranger. If anything, it feels like Caleb enjoys this even more than usual.

He would normally never do this, fucking me while tending to any wounds I’ve got. Though not for lack of trying on my part, I enjoy the slight mix of pleasure and pain. He just prefers to clean up and then fuck me, not at the same time.

Mathew stares at us, his hand tight around the base of his dick as I move over Caleb, taking him as deep as possible, letting Mathew see how much I can take. Which seems to really turn him on as his eyes are locked onto where Caleb’s cock disappears into my pussy.

The stinging sensation on my back as Caleb cleans the cuts is a bit distracting, which is probably a good idea or this would be over way too quickly…

I slide one of my hands up my thigh, resting a finger on my clit but Caleb swats me away.

“No.” His low command is a rumble in his chest, shooting excitement through me, making me clench around his cock, which pulls a slight hiss out of him.

Fuck. I want him to properly start fucking me already. I’ve been wet and wanting for hours, trying to get him to fuck me, but he wouldn’t do it, only finally giving in once Mathew came into the room.

Arg!

Mathew looks at us with a mix of desire and amusement in his gaze, his hand now slowly sliding up and down his dick.

I try to reach for my clit again, impatient, but this time Caleb grabs both my wrists in one of his hands and holds them behind my back while he gets back to work. I try to squirm in his hold, but it doesn’t work.

Since I can’t get Caleb to work with me, I focus on Mathew instead.

I look him over, from the piercings in his lips and ears to the tattoos over his chest and arms, to the one leading down to his dick.

He puffs out a slight laugh as he grins at me more, moving his hand faster, like he’s showing me that I’m the only one stuck. Fucker…

Finally, Caleb puts the cleaning supplies aside and puts one hand on my hip, his other hand sliding up and cupping one of my tits, pinching my nipple between rough fingers.

A moan escapes me and I try to get more friction on his cock, which isn’t so easy when he’s holding me in place.

Then Caleb lifts me up until he’s almost fully out of me and slams me back down on his cock, filling me all the way, shooting electricity through my body.

“She’s taking you so deep.” Mathew’s voice is little more than a moan, making my insides clench around Caleb with how sexy he sounds and how hot the look in his gaze is.

“You mean here?” Caleb moves his hand from my hip to rest on my lower stomach, his hand over the slight bulge that forms when he’s so deep inside. Then he softly presses down, the change in angle so good I gasp, struggling to keep my orgasm at bay.

“Hmmhmm.” Mathew moans and when I glance at him, he’s gripping the base of his dick hard, preventing his orgasm.

Caleb chuckles darkly, sliding into a better position so he can fuck me even deeper. “Is it because of my size…” He pulls me more against him so the way his massive cock makes my belly bulge becomes even more obvious.

“Or because I’ll be filling her up with my seed?” As he says the words, he rubs his fingers over my clit and licks his mark at the base of my neck.

Mathew lets out a strangled sound and as the scent of his spunk hits the air, I come too.

The world is too bright for a moment as I clamp down around Caleb’s cock, trying to milk him, but while my orgasm was right below the surface, he’s got stamina for hours…

When my breathing slows down again, Caleb carefully moves me, sitting up a bit more, and wraps an arm around my waist while he teases one of my nipples.

I follow his gaze to Mathew, who’s staring at us, his chest covered in cum, his face bright red as his breathing is slowing down.

“You were right, my love.” Caleb chuckles, his cock growing inside me slightly, a moan escaping from my lips at the sensation. “I think he’s got a breeding kink.”

“How?” Mathew’s eyes dart around the room, his mouth opening and closing, as if he’s trying to make sense of the situation.

“I found some of your toys.” I nod towards the bedside table, where I artistically displayed some of the more interesting ones. I grin, feeling very satisfied. “And you made it way too easy to confirm.”

“Fuck…” He groans and wipes away some of his cum with his bathrobe, but his eyes are on us, taking in every last part of us and when Caleb’s fingers move towards my clit again, his eyes follow.

“Caleb…” I bite my lower lip, still way too turned on, and I know that I won’t last long for a second round.

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