Page 88 of Dream Girl
“Show Evan how well you take my knot.” I pulled all the way out. As much as I loved taking her from behind, I wanted to look into her eyes as I knotted her.
Grace whimpered, and I rolled her over so that her back was to the bed and smothered her with a kiss. I thrust in, fast and hard, pushing my knot into her, seating itself inside her, my heart pounding as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Her pussy spasmed as my cock pulsed, filling her, as I rocked gently, making sure I was buried and locked deep inside her.
“I love the way it feels through the bond when you knot her,” Evan moaned.
“So good,” I praised, riding the high that came with knotting someone I loved, as I found my rhythm, one hand playing with her clit, the other with her nipple.
She grabbed my hand and moved it to that spot under her right breast.
I stroked it, and she came again. “That’s it.”
Holding her tight, I clamped my teeth down on the underside, right where I’d marked her years before, biting until I felt the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. By breaking the skin, my saliva introduced proteins to her system, which in turn produced a chemical that bonded us to each other.
Hopefully, it would reignite the bond between us—the bond that was either weak because of the concussion or because we’d bonded with each other in our dreams. I needed it to snap into place, to make her smell like me. Smellclaimed.Make me smell claimed. Connect me with her more deeply.
Her body spasmed under me, hard, as more little sparks of her pleasure flitted through the bond. It wasn’t anywhere near what I got from Evan. But there she was. Finally. Right in my heart, my soul, where she belonged.
“It’s okay, Peaches, I’ve got you.” Evan laid down beside us and kissed her. “Delicious.”
My cum pumped into her sweet pussy, which continued to spasm around my knot. I lavished nibbles and attention on that bite, sending shivers through her with every lick.
Grace and Evan made out like horny teenagers, which made my cock twitch inside her. I wasn’t sure what she could feel, but I sent all my love, all my pleasure, to both of them.
“Oh, I feel that,” Evan moaned.
I turned up the speed on the little plug in her ass and continued nibbling the bite under her breast as I rubbed her clit. “Come for me.”
Her responsive little body trembled as I watched–and felt–the orgasm wash over her. My rocks and thrusts gentled as Evan moaned and wrapped his arms around her, holding her, and her entire body relaxed, flecks of contentment and satisfaction fluttering through the bond.
“There you are,” I breathed. Our bond wasn’t broken, it was just the concussion, and relief washed over me. She was there.
“Your turn,” she moaned.
“Your greedy pussy needs another orgasm? I can do that.” I toyed with the plug in her ass.
“Wes, I… I’m going to come,” she screamed.
I spasmed as her teeth broke my skin, making my knot pulse harder as I came again inside her. “Harder—you have to draw blood, Peaches.”
“You’re not going to hurt him, promise,” Evan told her. “Bite hard.”
“Peaches,” I cried, as Grace bit down harder and my nails dug into her hips.
She didn’t have to bite me back, but I wanted our bond to be as strong as we could make it.
Her body shattered. So did mine. Still locked inside her, I rolled so we were on our sides, and turned off the plug, both of us shaking. Evan threw a blanket over all three of us.
“You take our alpha’s knot so well. I love the eager way you sucked my cock.” He kissed her again.
She hummed and leaned in for a kiss.
“Mmmm, you taste like Evan, Boo-Bear. Both of you were so good.”
She was so eager, so responsive, so willing. I adored it.Boo-Bear?That old nickname sounded so right.
Evan smirked.Boo-Bear?he mouthed.So cute.
