Page 68 of Knot Her Cowboys
She looked over her shoulder. “Why?”
“If you want to be fucked in this position, I’m gonna need to prop you on the armrest, and if I’m over here I’m going to be fighting with the steering wheel.”
She used the opportunity of relocation to kick off everything on her lower half, leaving her in only her bra, which she hastily unclipped and flung to the floor. I groaned, taking in every gorgeous inch of her. Once we’d navigated the confined space, I flipped the armrest back down and got her knees on it, forcing her into an approximation of a presentation pose. I shoved down my jeans and underwear, and I snared her hips in my hands as I surged forward.
Riley’s needy whine when I plunged into her almost sent me over the edge. She was so hot around me, pussy grabbing tightly. I gave myself a second to breathe before finding the best way to brace myself and fuck the goddess the universe had dropped into my lap.
She was fucking exquisite: the spill of mahogany hair over her shoulders, the ripple of her ass cheeks each time our hips met, the sway of her breasts, and the death grip she had on the seat beneath her. Riley took every thrust and kept mewling for more.
“Oh my god, Dakota. Holy shit.”
Every time I sank into her, I was nudged a little higher on my path to ascension. Nothing compared to the slick warmth of her cunt. She made the most luscious sound with each thrust, strangled and desperate, like she was unable to stop herself.
Bending over her let me feel the expanse of her skin against my chest. She hooked her arm around the back of my neck and drew my mouth to hers in frantic, feral kisses, her sweet noises getting more unruly each time I drove my hips into her.
She was overwhelming in the best possible way. Even though I was the one surrounding her, it felt like the reverse, like her presence was inescapable, inevitable. Riley’s body was an offering I gladly claimed.
“Knot,” she begged, the word sneaking out between her panting breath and delicious kisses.
I shouldn’t. We’d have to stay put until it went down since driving with a knotted omega in my lap would break several traffic laws.
“You need to be in a bed for a knot, petal.”
Her whine shot straight through me. “Please.”
It was truly unfair I was the one with more clarity right now and had to deny her. “I’ll knot you as much as you want when we’re not on the road. You don’t want to have to sit on my lap and wait for it to go down, do you?”
My naughty little flower shoved her fingers between her thighs. The frantic pulse of her pussy as she came under her own power took me off guard almost as much as her sweet ass shoving backward to snare my knot as I spilled into her. My vision flared white, pleasure searing up my spine and leaving me breathless.
Her purring drew me out of the haze of bliss, a smug, bratty smile on her face. “If you think having to spend time on a knot is going to dissuade me, you don’t know me at all. It’s the best, coziest part.”
“Cooper and Cash didn’t warn us you were a brat.” I teased my mouth along her throat, enjoying the delighted squeeze around my cock each time I hit the spot she liked.
“Maybe you’re just so much of an angel that it brings that out in me.”
Mischief filled me up. I tugged her off the armrest and firmly onto my lap, lightly pinning her by the throat so I could tease it with my lips. Her breathing shallowed, scent sweetening. If she wanted to play, we could play. I slid my fingers down her body, gratified by her squeak that melted straight into a moan when I found her clit.
Riley panted, my fingers strumming her along until her pussy pulsed around me, a wordless cry tumbling out of her. She whimpered when I didn’t stop, surrendering to my attention.
“That’s a good girl. You wanted this knot so bad, you’re gonna have to come until you can get off it.”
“But,” she gasped, “I won’t—won’t be able to get off if you keep—fuck—goddamnit, Dakota. I’ll be stuck on this knot all day.”
“That sounds like a you problem.” I laughed against her skin and sank my teeth against her throat, just hard enough to set her off again, her pussy clamping down so hard I came again in a bolt of heat. “Holy fuck.”
Riley laughed when she recovered herself. “Sounds like you might be having a you problem too. You could tame me later and we could cuddle now.”
“You make a valid argument.”
“I’m very persuasive.”
Gods, she was fucking cute. “Okay fine, I’ll send you into unending orgasmic bliss later, then.”
I lay back against the door, cradling her weight and listening to her purring. A happy omega was a blessing. If she let me, I’d spend the rest of my life making sure she stayed that way.
It took about twenty minutes before my knot went down enough for her to slide off. She looked so damn smug, grinning like an absolute fool.
“What are you so happy about?”
