Page 113 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
Her moan turns desperate, broken. “Please… more.”
The plea punches right through my control. I add a third finger, stretching her open inch by inch.
“Fuck, your pussy holds on to me like you’re scared I’ll stop,” I rasp, pumping into her. “I’m not stopping,sweetheart. Not until you’re shaking so hard you can’t even say my name.”
Her head tips back, releasing a needy cry.
“You’re going to come for me,” I tell her, dragging my tongue over her clit while my fingers fuck her steadily. “Again. And again. And again. Just like that filthy demon book you wrote about in your blog. Seven times, right?”
Her eyes fly open, cheeks flushed. “You… read?—”
“I had to buy and read the book after you recommended it.” My mouth curls into a wicked smile against her. “Now I know exactly how to ruin you.”
“Oh, fuck…” she breathes, and I feel her clench around me at the words.
“That’s right. You want someone who’ll worship your body until you can’t take any more. You’re going to get it, Omega.”
I work her faster, harder, curling my fingers with every thrust until she’s trembling so violently I have to hold her steady. Her moans turn into frantic gasps, the wet sound of my fingers working her filling the room.
Then she breaks, her whole body locking up before she comes around me, crying out my name like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered.
I draw my fingers out slowly, watching her collapse against the bed, panting.
“That was…” She’s still catching her breath, voice wrecked. “That was intense.”
I grip her hips, move forward, and lie over her somy mouth is at her ear, my chest pressed against her bare back, and slide my cock along her slick folds. The heat of her against me blurs my vision.
“We’re just getting started,” I promise, letting the head of my cock nudge against her entrance, teasing her with the threat of what’s coming.
Her hips shift under me, the curve of her back arching just enough for her to glance over her shoulder at me.
“You’re… so big,” she breathes, eyes wide with something between want and doubt. “I don’t know if?—”
“You’ll take me,” I cut in, my voice low, certain. I press the tip deeper into her, slow, deliberate. “Every inch. You were made for me.”
The first push draws a gasp from her, her arms outstretched, wrists tied up. She tenses, so I still my hips. “Breathe,” I say. “Let me in, beautiful.”
She exhales shakily, and I pull back and start to move again, inch by inch, feeling her body stretch around me. The sight nearly undoes me. My grip on her hips tightens, holding her steady as I sink deeper.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Good girl. You’re taking me perfectly.”
By the time I’m fully inside her, my pulse is pounding in my ears. She’s trembling.
“Move,” she whispers, almost pleading. “Please, Ridge… move inside me.”
“Careful what you ask for,” I warn, but I draw backand thrust in again. The bed creaks beneath us, her soft sounds spilling into the room with every push.
She presses back into me, giving as much as she takes, and my control frays fast. I grip her hips hard enough that she’ll feel it tomorrow and drive into her like I’ve been waiting my whole damn life for this moment.
Her body bows, a strangled cry ripping from her throat, and she clenches around me so tightly with her orgasm, hitting so fast, so intense. I have to grit my teeth at how hard she grips my cock.
“That’s two,” I growl against her shoulder. “Five more to go.”
She shakes her head weakly. “I can’t?—”
“You will,” I tell her, already pulling her hips back to meet mine again. “And when I’m done, you’ll be begging me for more.”
Her thighs start to shake, her knees threatening to give way, but my grip on her hips is iron. I keep her right where I want her, my body slamming into her. I keep at it, living a dream, thrusting in and out, each plunge taking me into Nirvana. I lose track of time, lost in my own heaven.
