Page 74 of Knot Their Arrangement

He groans above me, his fingers tightening on my hips as he pulls back only to slam forward again, harder this time. My body jolts against the table, a moan tearing from my throat as pleasure surges through me.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well," Damon growls, his voice thick with restraint, but I can hear it—the edges of his control beginning to fray. "So fucking good. That’s right, baby. You and this fucking tight pussy of yours is going to be good for Daddy, yes?"

“Mhmm,” I whimper, feeling out all the sensations.

“Words, Kamari,” Kieran encourages, forcing my chin off the table so I have no choice but to peer up at him. He’s holding my chin in his grasp while the other is already stroking his cock that’s more than ready for my hot mouth stimulation.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say between pants as his thrusts begin to pick up pace.

“Good,” he grunts. “That’s my obedient little girl working Daddy with her tight pussy.

Damon’s grip on my hips tightens as he picks up the pace, fucking me deep and relentless.

The marble table beneath me creaks with the force of his thrusts, the cool surface pressing against my sensitive nipples, adding another layer of pleasure to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

I moan, my sounds growing louder as my lips part, desperate and wanting, needing more.

Kieran chuckles, watching me with hooded eyes, his own cock already in his hand, thick and eager for my mouth.

"Look at our girl," he murmurs, tilting my chin up so our eyes lock. "So fucking pretty when you’re falling apart. You want it, don’t you?"

I nod frantically, my body burning, my mind fogged with pleasure.

My tongue flicks out, teasing the air between us, silently begging him. Kieran smirks, rewarding my neediness by pressing the tip of his cock against my lips.

"Start slow, baby," he commands, his tone smooth but firm. "Let me feel that pretty tongue."

I obey, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his arousal.

My lips part further, taking him in inch by inch, my moans vibrating against his length. Damon growls at the sight, his thrusts growing more forceful, his cock stretching me in ways that make my toes curl. The sound of wetness and flesh meeting flesh fills the air, mingling with our moans.

Kieran doesn’t push fully inside my mouth yet, teasing himself as much as me, letting me adjust, savoring the moment. He strokes a hand through my hair, his fingers tangling at the roots as he watches me with a smirk of approval.

"Fuck, that mouth of yours is heaven," he praises, his voice thick with need. "But I want to hear more of those pretty moans. Let Damon fuck them out of you."

As if answering his call, Damon angles his hips, hitting something devastating inside me that has my body tensing, my moans no longer restrained.

Kieran takes the opportunity to slide further into my mouth, groaning as my throat tightens around him.

"That’s it," Damon grunts, his voice strained, his movements growing wilder, more desperate. "You take me so fucking well, baby. So damn tight."

Kieran lets out a shaky breath, his control slipping as he thrusts shallowly into my mouth, matching Damon’s rhythm. My body is caught between them, pleasure building so intensely it feels like I’m losing myself to it.

Every inch of me is hyperaware of them—Damon stretching me to my limits, Kieran fucking my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, both of them focused entirely on me.

The realization that I am their sole focus sends another rush of arousal through me, making my body tremble. I’m not just a bystander to their pleasure—I’m the cause of it. The center of their attention.

And it’s intoxicating.

"She’s getting close," Kieran murmurs, his grip on my hair tightening as I moan around him, the vibrations making his cock throb against my tongue. "I can feel it."

Damon groans in agreement, his pace becoming downright punishing, forcing my body to ride every wave of pleasure he’s giving me.

"We’re gonna come together," he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. "You can take us, right, princess?"

I try to respond, but my voice is nothing but muffled moans, my throat too full of Kieran to form proper words.

Instead, I moan again, louder, my body tensing, the heat coiling low in my belly threatening to snap.

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