Page 24 of Knot Enough
My hips continue their helpless thrusting into his mouth as cum spills into his mouth.
Breathing raggedly, I didn’t stop pumping, and my cock hadn’t softened fully. Discomfort continued pressing into my stomach.
Her. She’d fucked my head up.
Thishadto get her out of my head.
Once I came again, my desire would go away. I yanked on Rath’s hair, forcing him to his feet and bent him over the island. Jerking his shorts down, I had his ass ready for my cock. I slammed my wet dick into his asshole without hesitation.
Rutting over him, I cinched my eyes closed, fucking him hard.
Rath’s head bowed forward, and all I could see were his shoulders heaving. He leaned forward more, bracing his weight on the counter.
My balls tightened again. This would have to be enough to assuage the ache for the girl. I couldn’t want her, but that was okay, because I had my pack.
I growled and pounded into Rath harder.
If only I could get rid of her mewling out of my fucking head. Those sweet noises she made as she came . . . fuck.
Rath groaned gutturally, and his breaths sawed with each move of his shoulders. His ass pushed insistently against my dick. The movement was enough to drive me over the ledge.
My cock spasmed in his ass, and my hips stilled with my cock deep.
Each jet of my release pulsated through my balls.
My knees wobbled, but I locked them in place before my legs gave out.
Slowly, I pulled my dick out, and cum seeped from his ass. Some of it dripped onto the shorts on the floor.
Rath exhaled and stretched his neck side to side. A chuckle echoed in my ears.
He no longer sounded on edge. He must have been driven to the brink of insanity by the little girl as much as I was.
I smacked his shuddering shoulders and pulled away from him.
“Let’s get some rest,” I said, huskily.
“Fuck off,” he panted, still against the counter. I left him behind to return to my bedroom.
The reason my steps were swift had nothing to do with the siren upstairs.
Maybe if I repeated it enough, I would believe it.
TWELVE
Grizzly snoring was the first thing I heard when I roused from a deep sleep. A fuzziness coated my brain as I wiggled my toes and slowly woke the rest of my body increment by increment. The overpowering scents alerted me to the men lying in bed with me. They kidnapped me, held me against my will, and fucked me until I couldn’t think straight. I should feel disgusted with myself, but I couldn’t muster anything more than supple relaxation.
My body just floated with satisfaction, although a bit sore. They turned me on with such ease, it was concerning. Axel cleaning my wound even got me going.
Fuck.I guess it is Stockholm Syndrome.
I squeezed my eyes even tighter.
My clit throbbed with the remembered abuse it went through, and by abuse, I meant delicious, seductive assault. Heat seared my cheeks. If I didn’t get a handle on myself, I might come to love it.
My nose twitched. Was that bacon? A growl assaulted my stomach, and I pried my eyelids open, and the first thing that came into focus was the floor-to-ceiling windows letting theearly morning light in. Once I turned my head, I was met with a muscular back.
Unable to stop the impulse, my hand raised toward the wide muscle. Like magnets. Right before my fingertips connected with the bronze flesh, I curled my hand.
