Page 32 of Knot your Good Girl

My legs are shaking uncontrollably. I feel an intense need to unleash a piercing scream.

“I...” My pussy walls clasp and my body convulses. Is this it? The climax that has eluded me each time before.

Don’t be tense. Go with it.

He shows no sign of relenting. His fingers continue to stroke me inside as his tongue now licks from my clit to his fingers, dragging out the chance of my climax.

I feel as though my back has become one with the mattress, with every muscle in my body becoming increasingly tense. A soundless gasp lingers in the air as I part my lips. I feel it. The sensation of my insides unfurling like a tightly wound spring informs me that this is an unprecedented occurrence.

As I part my lips, an overwhelming desire to let out a piercing scream engulfs me, yet a suffocating stillness permeates the atmosphere as tiny bursts of light dance within my closed eyes.

“Breathe,” he says.

Air rushes in and out of my lungs, and I gasp, knowing I momentarily lost consciousness.

Aiden smiles, standing upright and his large hands are on his hips as studies me. I go to close my legs when his hooded gaze slides from my face to between my legs.

Sliding his hand up my leg, he crawls forward and pulls me toward him. There’s a moment of hesitation before he presses his mouth to mine, coercing my lips open with his tongue.

I’ve just come for the first time with someone else, and my body feels like it’s on fire with every touch he makes. But my eyes are heavy and I don’t know if I want to go to sleep or beg him for more.

He abruptly retreats and reclines on his heels. Observing me while I anticipate his next move.

I’m confident that he wants me. Without a doubt, he does. He’s an alpha, and he’s savored a small portion of my essence. He has to want more.

“Are you a good girl?”

“I long to be,” I express, my voice resonating with a moan.

He inclines his head to one side and arches a single eyebrow while he waits.

Oh, yes.

“Daddy,” I whimper.

His nostrils flare, his chest heaves, and I have a hunch that it’s because I am giving him what he desires.

I can do this.

Ten days dedicated to appeasing his desires.

A contented grin appears on his face as he leisurely unfastens the rest of his shirt. Casually, he removes it from his shoulders. My gaze fixates on his chest as he unveils his chiseled physique. He embodies masculinity.

A light dusting of hair is on his sun-kissed chest. Unlike my ex, Toby, who boasted a velvety complexion but fell short in displaying alpha ruggedness.

It transpires that I am attracted to a bona fide alpha male.

The belt drops to the floor with a muted thud against the luxurious carpet, distracting me from my thoughts.

My tongue glides across my lower lip as I observe him take off his pants. My nerves instantaneously fray as I look at the size of his cock battling to get out of his boxer shorts. And I know his dick is gonna win.

He smirks, acknowledging the target of my attention, and approaches. He crouches down and presses his firmness against the space between my legs. “Do you want me?”

I nod, but I’m not sure if I’m nodding for sex with him... or him.

Nonetheless, I admire his commitment to getting my consent.

“Good,” he says as moves back and stands on the floor. His eyes traverse my body, and I am left to wonder the cause of his lengthy scrutiny.

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