Page 101 of Knot a Tie
“Here,” he says, swimming into view a moment later on the other side of me. “Sorry, I wanted to leave you to rest.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
I hope he doesn’t take my rudeness personally. It really has nothing to do with him. It was the order in which we did things. I was flying high earlier. Now I’m a needy, sweaty mess with a pussy full of slick and cum that requires a knot to relieve the ache deep inside me.
Luckily for me, William is a big, strong man and he can take a few harsh words, along with picking up my body like a rag doll and positioning me on his cock without another word needing to be said.
He is a god.
As soon as he enters me, I feel the cramps dissipate and the ache recedes. Not enough to bounce on his dick like a bunny, but enough so that I can take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply, showing him with actions instead of words, how grateful I am to him and his enormous cock.
“Thank you,” I mutter a few moments later when I feel capable of coherent speech.
“Thankyou,” he growls, a smile splitting his face in half as he literally uses my body to fuck his cock like a sex doll.
It’s funny and I start giggling.
“Sorry, I’m not much of a participant,” I pant.
“Don’t be sorry,” he mutters, lifting me up and down, riding me in the most delicious way imaginable. I feel the orgasm start at my toes and work its way up my body to my heart before that organ pushes all of my blood to my pussy. I clench around his cock with a soft cry, clinging to the pleasure before it flutters away.
“Rayne,” he growls, pumping me harder.
I lean into him, my hands on his bulging pecs. I nuzzle his neck and then bite him quickly, clamping down while he rams me down onto his cock as far as I’ll go. He comes inside me, a feral noise tearing from his throat.
I cry out when his knot inflates and slump against him, offering him my neck. He bites on the same side as Spencer and Cameron, leaving James to do the same side as Richard. I whimper as the bite hurts, but I don’t want him to stop. My whole body is one big nerve-ending right now and sitting on William’s knot is making it even more intense.
“Fuck, Will,” I moan. “Give it to me Big Willy Style.”
He snorts, his teeth still buried in my flesh for a few more seconds before he releases me.
“Oh, dammit, we missed it,” Cam’s voice says from behind me.
“Still stuck,” I mutter, my eyes closing again.
“I wanted to see you bite him,” he whispers, coming in close and stroking my hair. “It makes me hot.”
“Don’t think you need any help in that department,” I murmur. “Where were you?”
“Making food,” he says.
It’s like someone plugged me in and my batteries start to recharge instantly. I sit up and look around. “Food? Gimme.”
James hands me a sandwich stuffed with turkey and ham, and I bite into it, wiggling on Will’s knot. The heat is receding now. It will be back with a vengeance soon, but in the meantime, I intend to enjoy the knot as well as this feast the men have made for us.
* * *
After stuffing my face with more food than I should’ve, I feel too full and a bit grumpy. My heat is back in full force, and I can’t seem to get comfortable.
James presses a cold, damp cloth to my forehead, murmuring soft words to me that make my fingers tingle.
“I love you,” I mutter, turning my face into his lap and drawing in his gorgeous piney scent.
He stops dabbing my forehead and then leans over to kiss it, his lips hot and soft.
“You will probably never know how much I love you, baby girl,” he whispers. “And why me?”
“All of you, but I wanted to tell you first. You opened up your home to me and made me feel safe and cared for. You have spent every day taking care of all of us. I wanted you to know how I feel about you.”
