Page 54 of Knot All is Crystal
She’s gorgeous. I’ve always thought so. Tight little body, small, pert breasts, and that fucking tattoo on her thigh.
She’s like a portrait of my desires.
I’m not supposed to have this. I was never supposed to have this.
I certainly don’t deserve it.
So maybe I’ll take this moment to indulge in what I’ll never have again.
But fuck, this isn’t right.
She doesn’t really want me.
It’s the fizz talking.
I can’t take advantage of her.
“Crystal, I can’t.” I squat down to put a hand on her leg, stilling her writhing even though her fingers still search for relief between her thighs. “This wouldn’t be right. I’d be taking advantage of the situation.”
She groans, throwing her head back into the plush surface of her nest. “Puck. You work for the fucking mob-”
“Technically, the Conglomerate is not the mob,” I interject.
“UGH,” she nearly shouts. “Shut up, Puck. Why is this what you have morals over?”
I still, my shoulders completely rigid. She doesn’t know. I don’t let anyone in, so she couldn’t possibly understand why that affects me, especially from her. But the words still hurt.
They still poke me hard in the chest.
“You don’t know me as well as you think you do, Crystal,” I say flatly. “We’ve all got secrets. I’m trying to stop you from hating me and yourself in the morning.”
“How can I prove to you that I would fuck you without the fizz?” she whines, crawling across her nest to a small storage ottoman. She pulls open the top and starts rummaging through it. She emerges with a massive dildo with a tube and a pump running from the base of it.
“I don’t think you can,” I tell her honestly. “Not unless it’s written down somewhere.”
“Oh yes, ‘dear diary, I want to fuck the mob enforcer.’” She rolls her eyes as she spreads her thighs wide—my mouth waters at the sight.
My cock is uncomfortably stiff, and I feel like I’m going to bust out of my jeans as I watch her slide the thick dildo inside her needy pussy. Her body immediately slackens, the tension draining out as she begins to fuck herself with it.
“Can’t you just touch me or something?” she whines, not breaking eye contact as she thrusts the toy into her soaking wet cunt.
Her cunt that I’d give my left nut to dive into right now.
I sit beside her, placing a hand on her sternum, pushing her to lie down, and holding her there. “I can do this,” I say softly, pinning her to the nest surface. “I can make you feel pressure like someone is on top of you. Will that help?”
She moans loudly, writhing beneath my touch. Her flesh is hot, and I have to fight every instinct I have not to let my hands drift to her pretty pink nipples or down to her slickness.
When she comes, her back arching, her legs shaking, my cock jerks and leaks in my boxers.
But that doesn’t seem to be enough for the Omega. She inflates the knot at the base of the dildo and furiously begins to work her clit.
“Puck,” she groans, one hand tracing up her body to twist her nipple. “Please, I need more.”
I adjust myself in my pants, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. “What do you need from me, Crystal? Do you want me to spread those pretty thighs and lap at that soaking wet cunt?”
She moans, bucking up against my hand. “Yes, yes, please.”
“What if I kept you plugged up with that fake knot while I teased those plush lips of yours with the head of my cock?” I brush my fingers lightly over her mouth, teasing her. “Do you want to taste me, Queenie?”
