Page 97 of Knot a Tie
“Fuck, yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I glance over my shoulder, wondering if I should wait for the other men. Luckily for me, they decide to arrive, clearly having the same thoughts and feelings I was. Turning back to her when I see Rich’s head appear, I smile and drop my mouth to hers again, sweeping my tongue over hers.
“How much foreplay do you require?” I murmur, “Because my cock is so fucking hard right now, I might come and knot fresh air if I’m not inside you soon.”
“Oh my God!” she squeals, laughing madly and sitting up so she can remove her pj top. “That would be hilarious, but I don’t need anything except your dick inside my pussy.”
“You are a fucking goddess,” I murmur, whipping her pj bottoms off and pushing her legs apart.
When I see the slick glistening on her engorged clit and pooling around her entrance, all other thoughts scatter to the four corners of the globe. Lowering my head to her pussy, I lick her anyway, tasting the sweet nectar she has just for me. Well, and these other four losers, but me right now. I will be the first to take her for once and it will take a natural disaster to tear me from her now.
“Spence!” she cries out, fisting her hands in my hair as she pushes her pussy closer to my face. “Fuck, yes!”
I insert a couple of fingers deep inside her, twisting and thrusting until she orgasms like the dirty princess she is.
“That’s it, lovely. Show me how much you need me finger-fucking you. Show me how you can’t live without it.”
She writhes on the beanbag, squirming closer to my hand.
I remove it to tease her, which ignites the fire of fury in her soul.
She growls and wiggles closer to me.
Suddenly, she falls off the beanbag and lands on the floor with a burst of laughter that is infectious.
“Oww,” she complains through her smile.
I snort and fall on top of her, kissing her sweet mouth. “I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “Fuck, I love you.”
She doesn’t respond with words, but deepens the kiss, wrapping her tongue around mine in an erotic way that makes my cock twitch eagerly.
I grab it and guide it inside her slicked-up pussy with a low groan.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I growl. “Fuck, Rayne, you are perfect.”
I start to thrust rampantly, slamming my hips against hers.
She meets the thrusts head on, lifting her hips and wrapping her legs around me with a cry of elation.
“Spence!” she screams, drawing the other alphas to her in an instant.
They were holding back, giving me space to be with her, but now all bets are off. Her pheromones are bouncing around the room, her scent has ripened to a deliciously sweet, fruity perfume that makes my mouth water.
Unselfishly, only because I’m buried in her tight, wet pussy, I roll us over, so her body is accessible to the other men.
Growls of various pitch and intensity fill the room as they fall on her, their teeth scraping against her skin, their fingers nipping at her, pinching her nipples twisting, and tugging. Tongues lapping at her in a frenzy.
William’s fingers find her clit and tease her until she shudders on top of me, squirting all over his hand and my chest.
“Christ on a bike,” I groan, feeling the juice splat warmly on my skin. “Fuck, Rayne.”
With a harsh grunt, I thrust up one more time and then stiffen when my balls tighten. I shoot my load deep inside her, feeling my knot inflate, locking us together.
“Spencer!” she moans, throwing her head back. “You feel so good. I need this. I need you. All of you.”
“Use my knot to ease your heat, princess,” I whisper, feeling like a god.
