Page 23 of Knot My Boss

Strutting toward me, Darby places one hand on each of my knees, licking up my neck. I quickly raise my hips, tugging my waistband down and freeing my cock. She moves away from my neck, bending over more. Sticking her tongue out, Darby copies the move she did on my neck on my cock, licking from the base to the tip. After rimming the mushroom head of my cock, she takes me into her mouth, causing me to hiss in pleasure.

My hips busk of their own accord as Darby bobs up and down on my dick, taking more of me into her mouth on each downward stroke. It doesn’t take long until I can feel my balls tighten, my orgasm imminent.

“Darby,” I pant. “I-I’m going to…to come,” I caution, but it only seems to urge her on. She hollows out her cheeks whilemoving one hand from my knee to fondle my balls. The slight tugging sensation is all it takes for me to detonate. My hips surge forward as my release spurts into her mouth.

“Holy fuck,” I say between pants as I sag back onto the couch.

Darby smirks as she resumes her place, straddling my lap. Her pussy rubs against my cock. Having her wet heat slide against me already has me hardening again, ready to go. Leaning forward, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, holding it between my teeth as I tease with my tongue.

Chapter 15 - Darby

Arek alternates between my nipples—sucking, biting, and teasing them in random patterns. My hands have minds of their own, roaming up and down his muscular form.

I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. I can feel my pussy dripping down my legs. My hips grind against Arek’s cock. I want him in the worst way, consequences be damned. We should probably stop. Why I put sex on the table is a mystery. Although at the present moment, I want to feel him inside me. Quell this uncontrollable urge that I have for him.

“Darby,” Arek says on a moan. His hands roam over my body as if to memorize each part of me.

With my patience running out, I lift off his lap, my lips capturing his as I grip his hard length in my hand before lowering myself onto him. Both of us moan in pleasure, and I sit in place for a minute, letting my muscles stretch to accommodate his size.

Arek lifts his hips off the couch, spurring me into action. Raising and lowering myself on him, I chase my release. Notwanting it yet, for fear of this ending too soon, but needing it at the same time.

Gripping my hips, Arek helps to move me while thrusting up from below. Snaking my hand between us, I rub my clit. So many sensations are going on at once, it triggers one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

“Arek!” I call out as my orgasm peaks.

The next few moments are a blur as I feel a sharp pinch where my neck and shoulder meet. It seems to trigger a second wave of my orgasm, causing my body to shake.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Arek yells just before his hips stutter.

Something happens that I don’t understand. His cock seems to swell, hitting my G-spot and triggering another, even more intense orgasm. Arek slows his movements, pumping slowly in and out of me. Whatever I feel, moves with him, causing aftershocks. I can feel his release with each spasm of his cock. That’s never happened to me before. Unable to stop, I rock back and forth on him until my body sags with exhaustion.

Moving to get off his lap, Arek holds me in place.

“You need to stay put for a few minutes,” he says cryptically.

Fighting my way through the orgasmic fog, I sit up, looking him in the eye.

“What do you mean? Why can’t I get up?” I ask, trying once more to rise.

“You are going to hurt yourself,” he admonishes. “Stay there.”

“Now you are just pissing me off,” I argue, trying and failing, once more to get up.

“It’s my knot,” he mumbles, causing my brow to furrow.

“Your what?” I ask incredulously.

“My knot,” he says flatly.

“Care to elaborate for those of us born human?” I snark, my anger rising by the minute.

“Some, not all, alphas have knots. When they are…with their mates, the knot swells. When we make love to our mates, it…locks us together,” Arek explains, vaguely, pausing periodically to search for the right words.

“What is the point of the knot?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him as a silent threat to get to the point.

“It’s, ah…” Arek stutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “To, ah…aid in procreation.”

My brain sifts through the bullshit he just threw out. The relaxed state that I was in is long gone, anger taking over.

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