Page 68 of Small Town Shy Omega
It was a romance novel, but it was big and girthy.
Wrapped in a tight cylinder, it might just work.
“I can’t use one of Layla’s romance novels as a knot condom,” Dreydon growled, panicked as his cock burned. “It won’t work.”
“The novel is nine-hundred pages,” Blake said seriously. “It’ll work, Dreydon. It has to.”
With no other option, Dreydon pulled his enormous shaft from my tightness.
He groaned, pumping his shaft, the enormous length fitting in the pastel pink romance novel he wrapped around it.
“I can’t use this pink romance novel as a knot condom. It’s not going to stop my cock from swelling.”
“Use it,” Blake said seriously, pure panic in his voice. “Come on, man—Layla’s gonna force a knot, and you’ll impregnate the Omega. Right here on this bed.”
“My cock can hardly fit in it.”
“Rip some pages out,” Josh urged, manly panic in his voice. “We don’t have much time.”
Roaring, Dreydon mightily ripped the pages out.
I mewled and grabbed at them greedily, my favorite pages fluttering around me—like fresh-fallen snow.
Instead of scent, I rubbed the pages of my favorite romance novel on my tits. On my tummy. On my pussy.
“Yessss,” I gurgled, desire and heat sizzling through me. “Rubbing my romance novel on my pussy, fuck me, Dreydon! If you won’t fuck me, my book boyfriends will.”
Dreydon entered me.
With the romance novel wrapped around his hard cock.
Thick. Girthy. And hardly fitting.
He punted it in my pussy, the mammoth novel swelling out my walls, stretching the tight mound, walls ramming aside like a temple after a quake. A holy temple.
“Ohhhhhh, Dreydon,” I cried out, pussy squelching, squelching—spreading for the cock-and-nine-hundred-page-romance novel combo, the book working as a good knot condom. “Knot in my pussy! Please!”
“Can’t fit,” Dreydon panted, sweat pouring down his iron face. His scars glowered. “Too tight, pussy’s too tight.”
“You ever been fucked by a warrior, Layla?” Blake jerked his shaft using her hair.
“Dreydon,” I cried out, the word tumbling out like something plangent and mournful in me. “Fuck me with my favorite book wrapped around your cock, Dreydon! Stop yourself from knotting—just give me a baby! Squirt in me, come in my pussy!”
“Tight little gash,” Dreydon growled, “little slit in the sidewalk. A firefly could fit in there.”
“Give me your seed, Dreydon! My Omega demands it—Alpha, Alpha, Alpha!”
I gurgled and mewled, tits blazing with warmth—Josh kneaded my tits dutifully, though he kept poking his cock into my ear.
“Oh Josh,” I grunted out, mouth heaving around his cock. I sucked and sucked like I was gonna die without it. “Fuck my mouth, Josh.”
Dreydon pushed hard.
He screamed as his knot swelled. Swelled. And expanded some more.
He didn't knot my pussy.
The paperback kept his knot from swelling around me.
