Page 74 of Can't Help Growling in Love
“Damn, I wanted to try knotting you.” I palm her lush ass. “But you came, and I couldn’t hold myself back.”
She yawns, smothering the sound in my chest. “I love that you couldn’t stop. That’s hot.”
I rock my hips up. “What’s hot is that you’re full of my cum and still on my cock.”
“Oh God.” She snorts, then pushes herself up so she’s sitting on top of me, impaled. “How are you still hard?”
“You’re naked.” I shrug to let her know that’s enough of an explanation.
She looks amazing, her long hair wild around her shoulders, her tits flushed pink. This image of her will remain imprinted on my mind forever.
June wiggles, her hands braced on my chest. “Ooh, this feels good. But—ah—your knot’s still full, right? Could we try getting it inside me now?”
I scrunch my eyes shut to give my overstimulated senses a break. “Yeah. That’s a good idea.”
Slowly, she bears down on my knot, moving her hips in small circles. Then she spreads her knees farther apart and lets more of her weight rest on my lap.
My knot pulses needily, but I stay still, letting her do this her way.
After a few minutes of delicious torture, she huffs out a frustrated breath. “Can you give me the lube?”
I glance down between us, where my knot is visible in the narrow gap between our bodies. It’s slick from my cum and June’s wetness, so I don’t think that’s the problem. But I reach up, open the bedside table drawer anyway, and hand the tube of clear liquid to June.
She stares down at me, her eyes wide. “You’re so gorgeous.”
My tail wags underneath me, half pinned by my leg. “Yeah?”
Her expression lightens, and she strokes her hand down the length of it. “I love how this gives you away. You like compliments, don’t you?” She peers at me through her eyelashes. “You’ve been so good to me, Asher. I love how thick your cock is, and I’m about to come all over you.”
Warmth spreads through my chest, even as lust tightens its grip on me. “I don’t care if you never take my knot. You feel so amazing, baby.”
June lifts herself off me, squeezes a dollop of lube onto her fingers, and smears the cool gel all over my knot. Then she takes more and does herself, too. She runs her fingertips over her outer lips, then dips inside her pussy.
I watch, barely holding it together. Her eyelids flutter from the pleasure.
“I’m so sensitive,” she murmurs. A quiet whimper escapes her. “It won’t take long…”
“Come here.” I grasp her hips and lead her back into position. “You want to do it like this? I can go on top, but this gives you more control.”
She braces her hands on my chest. “Like this. Can you play with my nipples?”
I let out a choked laugh. “Yeah. I can do that.”
June rocks slowly on top of me. I palm her tits with both hands, thumbing her nipples. The task she gave me helps me keep myself in check because the feel of her tight pussy sliding over me is enough to drive me over the edge. But with this, I have a goal—helping June come so hard, she’ll take my knot.
I pinch one nipple between my fingers. June rewards me with a quiet gasp and a twitch of her hips. Grinning, I do the other one, then squeeze harder, searching for the perfect amount of pressure that will make her?—
Yesss.
June throws her head back, lips parted, eyes closed. She rides me harder, her ass bouncing on my lap. She looks like a goddess, fucking me, taking her pleasure from me just how she needs it.
The lube has us gliding together so perfectly, I’m gritting my teeth to keep myself from coming, and every time June clenches around my length, I beat back the urge to take over, to rock my hips up to meet her thrusts. I want to grab her hips and push my knot inside her. It’s a good thing we’re doing this now—I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back later.
With every slide, June presses lower over my knot. The feel of her hot pussy fitting around it is out of this world. I love playing with it when I jerk off and thought this sensation would be similar. But this is something else entirely, a hot, wet suction, and a promise of more.
I could come again just from June’s pussy squeezing my shaft, but I hold back, wanting to feel the double sensation of having my knot strangled, too.
Then it hits me—June loves that, too.
