Page 63 of Knot All is Crystal
“You taste like mine,” he says in a low voice.
“Oh yeah?” I look down at him and feed my fingers through his hair. “Then prove it.” I yank, pulling his face into my cunt. A purr rolls up in his chest, and he grabs one of my legs, pulling my pants off but leaving my heel on, and throws it over his shoulder, opening me up to him.
His tongue is playful and exploratory as he dances it around my clit, winding me up but not taking me there. When he lowers himself to my entrance and pushes his tongue into it, collecting my slick, my knee buckles a little.
“Your little hole is so anxious for me,” he groans. “Just wants to be full so badly.”
“Yes,” I beg. “Yes, please.”
“I fear my fingers may not be clean enough, considering I touched these dirty walls.”
“You literally just stuck your finger in your mouth.” My voice is high-pitched and desperate, and I’m not even embarrassed by it. I have needed him since we met at Prism.
“Aw, but this perfect pussy deserves better than that.” He tsks his tongue, and I want to cry out that I don’t care about that, I need him to fill me up.
I didn’t realize how desperate he was winding me up until he stopped, and now I will do anything to come.
“Ah, I have an idea.” He unbuttons his jeans, yanks out his hard, leaking cock, and then feeds my other leg, pants still dangling, into the crook of his arm. He stands, keeping my legs suspended, my cunt hanging out and dripping slick onto the concrete.
Maverick drags me over the head of his cock before lowering me onto it, pumping slowly into me at the same time.
My head falls back, and a loud, pleasured noise escapes me as he fills me completely. It’s better than I remember. Fucking him while on fizz didn’t do him justice. He was clumsy and uncoordinated, but now he’s laser-focused on me.
Pushing my back against the wall, my Alpha continues to thrust his hips into me while nibbling on my ear. “Gonna fill you up, Omega. You’re mine, mine, mine, and I’m not letting you go again. Never again.” He bites a little harder than before on the side of my neck. “Gonna mark these pretty neck up one day, show everyone you belong to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I say through panting moans. “You belong to me.”
“I’ll wear that title proudly.” He grinds his hips into me, knocking against that spot inside me that I know is made for his knot. His knot that I want so badly, I can almost taste it.
“You take me so good, Omega,” he purrs. “So hot, so slick. All this slick for me. Can’t wait to meet your other Alpha and fuck you with him.” The image flares to life in my mind, and I cry out. “Oh, you like that, do you? One in your hot cunt, the other being choked out by your ass? Or maybe you’d like someone buried in your throat?”
Maverick is working himself up, his thrusts becoming rougher, more erratic, as the brick wall scratches my back and adds a touch of pain to the overwhelming pleasure he’s raining on me.
“I want it all,” I say, rotating my hips a little to get some stimulation on my clit against his pelvis. “I want everything.”
“And I’ll give it to you.” His voice is suddenly serious, his hips going still. “I will give you anything and everything I can, Crystal.”
Something about Maverick is so sincere that there are no doubts, not even lurking in the corners of my mind with the dust bunnies. I may be the luckiest Omega in the world to have this man because so many Alphas say they’ll do anything for their Omegas, but I don’t think they all mean it.
Maverick means it with every piece of his beautiful soul.
Before I fall further into my emotions, Maverick resumes fucking me, pumping into me with a brutal purpose that has me crying out loud enough that someone may call the cops on us.
Let them. I don’t care.
It’d be worth the public indecency charge.
“Knot,” I beg, my fingers tightening on his shoulders. “Knot, Alpha.”
He growls and yanks his cock out. “Can’t, not here.”
I whine at the idea, but an idea that is nearly as good strikes me. “Let me down,” I pant desperately. He does, clearly confused but not questioning me at all. I grab his cock, pumping it in my hand a few times before sucking the head into my mouth and tickling my tongue on the underside.
He jerks his hips, my hand on the base of his shaft the only thing keeping him from vigorously fucking my throat.
“Fuck, Omega,” he growls. “Fuck, fuck. Get ready for me.” His words are breathy in a way that shoots right to my clit, and I rub it with my free hand. “Drink all of me,” he groans, and then he’s spilling in my throat and on my tongue. I speed my fingers up, reaching my peak shortly after, pulsing around nothing but still feeling incredibly satisfied.
Maverick pulls out from between my lips and tucks his cock away before grabbing my chin and prying my mouth open. “Stick your tongue out. Show me.”
