Page 60 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Jack… please,” I pant, my voice breaking with a moan as he drives deeper. His piercings add an edge of delicious friction that almost overwhelms me.
His eyes never leave mine, holding me captive.
“You’re going to come for me like a good girl,” he whispers, his voice laced with a husky dominance that hits me straight in the core.
My body reacts, coming around his cock and sending pleasure through every part of my body, but he doesn’t stop there. Jack fucks me through my orgasm while I hold onto his shoulders for dear life.
“You’re so good, baby girl. You feel perfect while you milk my cock,” he groans, his praise vibrating through me. He leans down close to my ear. “You want more, don’t you? Want my knot?”
“Please,” I beg, the word torn from me by another stroke that leaves me gasping. My body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for the completion only he can give.
“Can’t knot you here, baby girl.” His tone is playful but firm
“Jack, I need it,” I whine, desperation coloring my plea. The thought of him swelling inside me, locking us together, is all I can focus on.
He chuckles a low sound that makes my limbs tingle. “You’re insatiable.” His hands grip my hips, and I feel him swell slightly at my begging, teasing me with the promise of what’s to come. But he holds back, keeping control even as I lose mine.
“I can’t resist you when you beg like that,” he admits, his voice thick with lust. “But not here, Oli. Not now.”
I know we’re in a dressing room, that there’s a world waiting outside the door, but none of it matters. All that exists is Jack, his body, his scent, the overwhelming pleasure he gives me.
“Please, alpha, I want your knot so bad,” I beg.
It’s too much, too intense; we’re both too far gone. With a growl that vibrates through me, he surges forward, and I feel the thick swell of his knot at my entrance.
“Jack—yes!” It’s all I manage before his knot pushes past, filling me in a way that’s indescribable. There’s a stretch,a slight burn that fades into pure, unadulterated bliss. The sensation of him locked inside me is primal, overwhelming. It triggers something deep within, a satisfaction that’s almost spiritual. My inner walls pulse around him, eager, gripping him tight as if they never want to let go.
I can feel his cum filling me as he comes deep inside me.
“Look at you, taking my knot like you were made for it,” Jack pants. His blue eyes are dark with desire, locking onto mine with an intensity that sends another wave of need crashing through me.
“Only for you,” I manage to gasp out, pride swelling in my chest at the raw need in his gaze.
He rocks into me then, slow and deliberate. His knot stretches me deliciously, hitting places deep inside that have my toes curling.
“Give me one more,” he demands, picking up the pace.
The pressure builds again, coiling tighter in my belly.
“Alpha!” I cry out as my body clenches around his knot, ecstasy exploding within me. The pleasure is sharp, all-consuming, radiating from where we’re joined and spiraling outward until every part of me is alight with the fire he’s kindled.
The world outside this dressing room might as well not exist. It’s just us.
Jack eases us back with a gentleness that contradicts the wild intensity of moments ago, settling into the nearest chair with me still impaled on his knot. My laughter bubbles up, light and carefree despite the heavy breaths that still escape my lips.
“I guess we are stuck here,” I quip, wiggling my hips just enough to remind us both that we’re intimately locked together.
“You’re right about that,” he retorts, a grin tugging at his mouth as his arms wrap around me, holding me close. The heat from his body envelops me.
“Trapped in a dressing room… There are worse places to be.” My fingers trace his jawline, feeling the slight stubble there. The chair creaks under our combined weight.
“This is why I wasn’t going to knot you here. But damn if you don’t make it impossible to resist,” Jack’s voice drops, a husky note of mock seriousness coloring his words.
I tilt my head, meeting his gaze. “Impossible to resist?” I repeat, feigning innocence. “Am I that irresistible?”
“Absolutely,” he affirms, and the truth of it resonates between us.
His scent wraps around me, that alpha fragrance mingled with the sweat from our performance. It’s intoxicating.
