Page 72 of Knot Our Reality

“Pants off,” I demand, going to my knees and trying to scramble down so I can reach his zipper. My damn belly is always in the way.

“Here. Let me.” Ian pushes my hands away gently, undoing them and pushing them down his legs where they get caught around his ankles.

I lower myself, grinding my slick-covered panties against his boxer brief-covered cock, and let out a long, loud moan. “Oh, fuck.”

The point of this was supposed to be about making him feel good, but all I can think about is how good it’s making me feel.

“That’s right, baby.” Ian grasps my hips, urging me to rock against him. “Use me to make yourself feel good.”

“But I want you to feel good, too,” I argue, but that doesn’t stop me from continuing to rock against him.

“I feel good when you feel good.” He sounds so earnest that I decide to take him at his word.

With each movement, my clit drags across his cock, but it’s not enough.

I want more.

I need more.

I lift off him, shimmying my panties off as I nod at his boxer briefs that I’ve left saturated in slick. “Off.”

He doesn’t hesitate, pulling them and his pants off after kicking his shoes away. Then he’s gloriously naked in front of me, and I lick my lips as I see his hard cock.

As a beta, he doesn’t have a knot, but he’s perfectly sized. I know just how good he’ll feel when he fucks me—which won’t be today, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to happen.

I wish I could get down there and suck his cock, but there’s no way I can. Being pregnant can put a crimp in sex for sure. Maybe another time when there’s room for us to maneuver around better.

Instead, I climb on top of him again. My hips buck when my pussy slides along his cock.

“Yes,” I hiss. “This. This is what I need.”

I’m practically in a frenzy as I rock against him, soaking him in my slick. He sits up, kissing me before ducking his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. Molten heat travels from there to my core immediately. I throw my head back, chanting his name as I speed up.

Who knew that dry humping could be so hot? Or is this even considered dry humping since we’re naked?

Not a question I have the brain cells to consider right now.

All I can think about is reaching my peak as it grows closer and closer.

My hands sink into Ian’s hair as he moves to suck and nip at my other nipple.

“I’m close. So fucking close, Ian.” I swivel my hips, crying out as his tip slides inside me.

Then I’m coming, screaming into the air as my body shakes and shivers through the orgasm.

He slips out of me, continuing to rock me against him to help me through it.

“I’m going to come, Emilia,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips.

“Yes. Come, Ian. Please.”

His cock jerks beneath me, hot cum hitting his abdomen as I come again.

I must have fallen asleep after because the next thing I know, I’m dressed and in the golf cart as we ride back to the mansion.

“Mmm,” I murmur, turning my head into his neck and placing a soft kiss there. “Thank you.”

He chuckles. “That’s definitely not something you should ever thank me for.”

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