Page 131 of Knot Playing Fair 2

“He says yes,” I reported, my heartbeat thudding fast and hard in my chest.

“Well, hehasbeen a bad boy, hasn’t he?” Luca said philosophically, running his fingertips over one smooth, muscular ass cheek.

Nat shuddered.

“You two are absolute menaces,” Byron said from his vantage point overseeing the action. “Please never change.”

His words kindled a different kind of warmth inside me—higher up, behind my ribcage. I was distracted from the feeling when the first sharp smack of flesh on flesh nearly made Nat levitate off the desk. Luca hadn’t messed around when he’d been opening Nat up for his cock, and he clearly wasn’t messing around now. He set up an unpredictable rhythm of echoing, flat-palmed spanks in counterpoint to his steady thrusts. Nat jerked and cried out around the dildo, breathing so hard and fast thatI eventually pulled him off just so I could be sure he wasn’t choking for real. I resumed stroking his hair, telling him how good he was being for Luca, and how hot he looked like this.

After a couple of minutes of this, Nat’s fingers clutched convulsively at the edges of the desk, the muscles of his back rippling and arching. He let out a terrible, strangled noise like a sob, his entire body going rigid.

“Fuuuck,” Luca groaned. “God, he just cameso hard. Ugh, too much,too much—”

He pulled out of Nat’s ass, staggering a few steps away and collapsing on the couch, still hard. The condom on his dick glistened with lube.

“Looks like you’re up next, Mia.” Byron sauntered over to me. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he ran a possessive hand down my body, from my throat, over my breast and stomach and lower, where he paused to give the strap-on a single, twisting stroke as though it were a real cock.

I let out a low moan that was nearly a growl, and he smirked.

“Feels like your husband did a pretty good job of keeping your dick wet,” he said, “But make sure to use lots of lube anyway. I know he can take this thing, but you’ll still need to go slow.”

My pussy let out another pulse of slick, and I nodded.

With a final stroke of Nat’s hair, I rounded to the other side of the desk, where the bottle labeled GUN OIL in blocky capital letters was balanced near the edge. As I dribbled some over the dildo, I was struck by just how red Nat’s ass was. I couldn’t see any serious bruising, but both cheeks were practically glowing in the room’s low light.

“Oh, look at you,” I said with sympathy. “I’m going to fuck you now. Do you want that, Nat?”

Byron was holding Nat pinned to the desk with a hand between his shoulder blades, but Nat had gone utterly limp in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“Yes, please,” he murmured, his voice sounding younger than I’d ever heard it.

“Good boy,” Byron rumbled. “Now, let her in.”

I didn’t have any experience with this, and it took a second to find the right angle with the tip of the strap-on. Nat’s hole was puffy and slack, but the dildo still looked almost comically large as I tentatively pressed forward.

I watched, fascinated, as the muscles around Nat’s ring tensed and fluttered, only to ease beneath the pressure after a moment. The tip of the dildo slipped inside, but it immediately came up against a second point of resistance. Nat keened, and I froze.

“He’s all right,” Byron said. “Keep going.Slowly.”

I tried rocking back a fraction of an inch and easing forward again, repeating the movement several times until I felt Nat’s body give way for me, the head of the fake cock popping past the constriction.

“Oh god,” Nat choked out past a sob. “Mia.”

“Nat,” I groaned, desperate for something I couldn’t quite articulate.

Nat’s body trembled beneath me. Unable to stop myself, I ran a hand over the red of his ass cheek, feeling heat radiate against my palm. The muscles gripping my strap-on clenched convulsively. When they eased, I found I could press deeper inside him.

There was something thrilling about watching the dildo disappear inside his body, inch by inch until only the knot at the base remained. I pulled out slowly and pressed forward again, surprised by the way Nat’s body almost seemed to suck the cock inside. Nat let out a wavering moan.

“There we go.” Byron, who was still mostly dressed except for his suit jacket, unzipped and pulled out his impressive erection. He grasped it by the base and gently slapped Nat’s cheeks with it. “Now, I’m going to fuck your wife with this while she fucks you. And you’re going to lie here and take it, because you know it’s what you deserve.”

Nat writhed for a moment before going limp again. “Yes, Byron,” he whispered. “Pl-please fuck my wife.”

“Sucha good boy,” Luca put in, from his exhausted slouch on the sofa. “I justknewthis was going to be a great show.”

The moment Byron had said ‘I’m going to fuck your wife,’ I’d nearly started hyperventilating. The alpha gave Nat’s cheek a final pat and went to grab a sturdy wooden footstool from beside the nearest bookshelves. He dragged it over and gently urged me to pull out of Nat’s body.

Natwhimperedas the dildo slipped free.

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