Page 18 of Malibu Heat

Withdrawing slowly, he thrusts inside again, setting a steady rhythm that hits every delicious nerve ending inside me.

It’s not enough.

“Harder,” I urge, my nails tearing lines up his back in time with a muscle spasm. “Fuck me harder.”

He obliges immediately, slamming into me with such force that the bed scoots on the hardwood floor, and fire licks up my body. Every thrust sends a shock of pleasure through my core before it vibrates down my limbs, and I hold on to Ken’s shoulders for dear life.

A delicate moan escapes my lips in time with every thrust, and I lose myself to Ken’s mouth. Wet, sloppy kisses send my senses cartwheeling as he fucks me, driving into me harder and deeper until I feel his knot against my entrance.

My stomach flutters.

I’ve never been knotted–I don’t know if it’ll hurt, but I don’t care at this point. It can’t hurt more than the throbbing ache ravishing me right now…

“Ken,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut against my hazy mind, as if it’ll help me focus more. It doesn’t. Everything is a swirl of heat and color, the smell of coconut and lime swallowing me in a cloud.

“Tell me, Bailey,” he says, his voice sounding distant. “Are you ready for my knot? Do you want to come all over it?”

I try to nod, but I can’t tell if my head moves. Everything is floating, ethereal, but I know I must have when Ken presses farther into me, his knot stretching me wider still. It slips inside painlessly and locks into place, pressing against my most sensitive parts right before my orgasm catches up to me.

I cry out as my pussy clenches around him, squeezing around his knot while Ken continues grinding his hips into me, rocking his knot back and forth.

“Fuck,” I gasp as wave after wave of ecstasy racks my body, and I feel Ken’s cock twitch inside me.

He growls through his own orgasm, pumping me full of hot cum until it’s spilling down my ass, and he bites down on my shoulder. It’s not hard enough to mark, but the feel of his teeth against me is incredible.

Even in my fevered state, it has me wondering what it would be like to be marked.

To be claimed.

When Ken’s knot finally deflates, he crawls up beside me and pulls me into his chest. I’m spent, and for the moment, my insane libido is relieved, but I know it won’t be for long. Soon, I’ll be back to begging for his cock–begging to be fucked, knotted–on repeat until I make it through my heat.

However long that is…

I slip into sleep, cuddled up against Ken, my hazy thoughts full of happy images. When I wake up, Ken is waiting on the edge of the bed with a bottle of water and snacks.

“Sorry, I raided your kitchen,” he says, handing me a bowl of chopped fruit.

I take it and thank him, my eyes dropping to his naked ass. “You raided my kitchennaked?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I don’t really have a need for clothes for a little while,” he explains. “If you’re still hungry after that, I can get you something else. I just wasn’t sure…”

“This is perfect,” I say, thankful for the thoughtfulness. Food is really the last thing on my mind, but I probably need the energy.I definitely need the water.“Thank you.”

I manage to down a few strawberries and a swig of water before I need to lay down again, the ache in my stomach only consoled when I curl into the fetal position. Ken sets the food aside and crawls up behind me, kissing his way along my shoulder.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he says, his hard cock brushing against my backside.

I immediately arch my back, pressing my ass against him. The tease of his shaft has me burning to feel him inside me again, and I whimper helplessly.

“Thank you–” I attempt, but he cuts me off.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” he assures me, pressing his cock between my thighs until it brushes against my pussy lips. “It’s my pleasure. I’m here for you.”

“What about practice tomorrow? The contest on Sunday?” I mutter, arching my back as much as I can, silently pleading for him to hurry up and impale me on his cock.

“None of that matters right now,” he assures me, his lips against my ear. “What matters to me right now is you.”

With those words fluttering in the back of my mind, he thrusts his hips forward and slips inside. His arm wraps around my middle, hauling me back against him as he pumps into me slow and deep, the delicious stretch coaxing a mewl out from my lips.

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