Page 52 of Knots About You
‘There’s a good girl. Open your mouth for me.’
Her lips parted, and I leant forward, dragging my cock over them.
Fuck me.
I steadied myself against the sloped ceiling, basking in the intense pleasure of the light touch. Why had I denied myselfthis?
‘Owen,’ she whimpered, and the floor tilted at the desperate need in her voice. ‘More. Please?’
I dipped the tip into her mouth, her tongue swirling against the tender flesh on the underside. ‘Holy shit,Claire.’
She blinked up at me, satisfaction glowing in her eyes.
And when I threaded my hands into her hair, pressing my length into her hot, wet mouth, everything inside me broke out from where I’d so carefully packed it, sweeping through me in a heady moan as pleasure coiled low in my core.
‘Claire.’ Her name was a strangled plea of my own.
I would have said yes to the moon at that moment had she asked for it.
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CLAIRE
‘That’s it,’Owen groaned, voice a tortured command. He steadied his hand at the back of my head. Not forcing, but directing my lips. As much as I’d always loved to be in charge, there was something delicious about letting Owen lead me, showing me what he liked.
God, hisforearms.Veins like roadmaps and tendons flexing every time his fingers tightened in my hair, which was delightfully often. A feral hunger filled his face as I stroked the underside of his cock with my tongue, delighting in the way it made him shudder.
But I grew greedy. As much as I enjoyed teasing him, I wanted to make him lose control. To see him finally lower those walls and let me climb into his gooey centre. I leant forward and slid as far as I could over his length, moaning as he filled my mouth.
‘Claire,’ he murmured, an edge to his throaty words. ‘Eyes on me.’
I looked up and nearly exploded. But the damn knot against my clit was enough to torment, but not to finish. No matter how I arched my hips, it only made me more desperate. Owen tried so hard to stay restrained for me, even as his control loosened at the edges. He fit inside my mouth perfectly, a spectacular stretch of my lips, and his weight on my tongue. I wanted more. I wanted him to lose that perfect control andtakemy mouth. I loved how every approval in his voice made my whole body light up.
‘Give me everything,’ I moaned, pulling off of his cock, a string of saliva still connecting us. ‘Stop holding back.’
‘Bossy.’ He used my own jibe against me before pressing his thumb against my tongue, sliding it further in until I gagged. ‘You want this, pretty girl?’
‘Yes,’ I said through a splutter. ‘I want all of you.’
His eyes widened a fraction, and he withdrew his thumb, grazing it over my jaw.
‘You’re remarkable.’ I couldn’t help but press my face against his hand, which moved the knot and sent another wave of pleasure rolling through me.
Then he unleashed his pent-up desire with a heat that floored me. He filled my mouth with a harried stroke, pressing back until he stole my breath.
‘Just like that,’ he said thickly, jaw ticking. ‘Yes.Yes?—’
I moaned around his thickness, loving the way it made him shiver.
His tightened in my hair, steadying me.
‘I’m going to fill your pretty throat, darling.’ He sounded ruined and sweet all at once.
I sucked him harder, sloppy sounds emanating from me with each stroke of his hips.
‘Fuck,’ he moaned, sending more daggers of need shooting through me. His body stilled, his muscles tensing as he let out a strangled cry.
Hot cum shot into my throat, making me cough, yet he held me there until he finished. It only serves to fan my desire further. By the time he pulled back to let me breathe, I was a wet, desperate mess.
