Page 66 of Ready or Knot

He blows against my nipple, and I arch with a gasp.

“Do what feels good, Fae. It’ll all feel phenomenal for me.”

His words are husky, vibrating through my breast and making goosebumps rise along my collar bones. I don’t hesitate, grasping the base of his cock and guiding myself over him, lowering myself inch by torturous inch.

The stretch has me moaning, my breath coming in short pants, and his jaw clenches as I sink to the root, my toes curling into the sheets.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

He’s huge, the stretch of him nearly burning, and I whimper, scratching his chest where I rest my hands to stabilize myself. His fingers dig into my hips, small pinpricks of pain that just inflame me more.

“Goddamn, Faedra,” Jude mutters.

He encourages my hips forward, rocking them while he’s still seated so deep it makes my breath catch. The added sensation has me scrabbling at his chest, my head falling back on a moan. When I lift myself off him and then lower back down, he moves his hands, running them up my sternum and down my thigh, the soft trailing of his fingers adding to the cacophony of sensation.

I bite back a moan, but Jude makes a low sound in his throat. “Let me hear it, Faedra. Just how much do you like my cock?”

I lower myself again, whining when he brushes a spot that makes my toes curl.

“There you go,” he murmurs with a chuckle. “Just wait until I knot you, Fae. I’ll be so deep you won’t be able to walk straight.”

Sweat already forms a light sheen across my chest and belly, my thighs trembling despite us just starting.

How the hell do guys do this?

Jude palms my throat, his thumb and finger settling just under my ears, and I flush, a flash of heat spearing through me, making more slick drip down his cock as I manage to speed up, taking him deep with each downward slide.

“You like being choked, Omega?” Jude asks, his voice nothing more than a rumble that vibrates through my body.

I moan and let my eyes flutter closed. The pressure around my throat increases, his thumb and finger pushing in until my head starts to go fuzzy. When I dig my fingers into his chest and speed up again, lost to the need building inside me, he chuckles and snaps his hips up into me, forcing himself deeper.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, breathless, and he does it again, his timing terrifyingly perfect, his erection brushing a new spot so deep inside that I feel like he’s going to end up being the death of me. I whimper, goosebumps erupting across my hips.

My orgasm builds in my belly, sparks of lightning racing down my limbs and tightening my nipples. He seems keyed in to me on a different level because he trails his fingers up my leg, his thumb and finger still tight around my throat, and then circles my clit with a practiced touch that has me trembling with need. My moans are loud, falling from me with each snap of his hips as my own movements falter with the overwhelming sensory overload.

The moment the climax roars through me, Jude releases his hand on my throat, the sudden oxygen making the sensations unbelievably stronger. My arms give out on a sharp cry, and I collapse on top of him, my nose pressed into the crook of his shoulder. He chuckles, his hips still snapping up into me, his cock wedged so deep I press another strangled cry into his skin.

He turns his lips to my ear as he freezes, pulling my hips down into his with a rough groan. “Faedra,” he whispers, his voice low and rough, his breath skating across my neck and making me shiver.

The all-consuming pressure of his knot fills me the next moment, and I scream, my toes curling and my nipples tightening to the point of near pain. His arms wrap around me, warm, immovable bands across my back, but his lips are soft where he trails them along my neck and shoulder.

“Such a good Omega,” he murmurs against my skin as I begin to tremble.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, pressing my forehead into his sternum, my palms flat against the bed and bracketing his ears. He chuckles and nips at my wrist, the bite of his teeth making me clench around him and pulling another desperate mewl from between my lips. The trembling in my limbs grows until I’m a shaking mess above him, my lips pressed against his chest to muffle the frantic, high pitched whines I can’t help but make while his knot continues to lock us together.

He feathers soft kisses across my wrist, draws small circles on my hip, and breathes calming words against my skin, soothing me even as my body begins to rebel against his knot, my core burning from the stretch. Just when it feels like it’s too much, it suddenly releases and Jude rolls us as he pulls out, covering me with his body but not giving me any of his weight.

“Faedra,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine. It takes me a moment to remember how to move, how to make my body respond, but when I manage to flicker my eyes open, his bright green eyes are intent on me, his lips are pulled into an unsmiling line. “You alright?” he asks.

Instead of immediately offering an agreement, I check in with my body, swallowing as the soreness becomes more apparent with just the small adjustment I make under him. It hadn’t been this sensitive with Carter—not so soon, at least.

“Sore,” I whisper, and he frowns. “Which honestly sucks because I’m interested in round two.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and I grin at the small victory. He sets small kisses down my sternum and belly, his beard scratching at my skin and making me squirm.

If he’s interested in this being round two, then I’m not going to stop him. I dig my hand into his short hair, scratching my nails against his scalp when he runs his cheek across my inner thigh, the scrape of his beard making me jump.

But the moment his tongue presses against my clit, I whine and pull him away, my body still so sensitized that it borders on pain, sending a shiver down my spine as I arch away from his touch.

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