Page 117 of Knot for Me
“Fucking perfection,” he mutters.
* * *
The next conscious stream of thought I have is in the shower, the three of them surrounding me. Cleaning me with their tongues. Cleaning me with water. Soap. More water. Being pinned against the wall of the shower while Marco takes me from behind, his knot lasting longer than the hot water. My screams are loud enough that Frank can surely hear.
None of that matters.
They’re all that does.
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CORY
She reaches for me and it only takes three seconds before I’m inside of Reagan, her walls tightening around me as I drive into her. I inhale deeply, a rumble of approval vibrating deep in my chest when her scent fills my nostrils. She bites her lip, writhing beneath me. My cock swells and my knot locks us in place, not for the first time. I pump into her like a man out of control. A man whose salvation can only be found by making her scream my name and squirting all over me. Digging my fingers into her long hair, I pull slightly, grunting when she gasps and wraps her thighs around my waist. I kiss down her throat, moving so I can swirl my tongue around the pebbled peak of her nipple.
I glance up and see her reaching for my brothers. She draws Marco toward her mouth, greedily taking him in while her other hand fists around Lucas. They both sigh in relief as she starts to service them, giving them what their hardened dicks need.
She moans around Marco’s cock, the sound a garble as he pumps into her with slow, controlled movements. Her fingers pump around Lucas’ shaft, her entire body is flushed and sweaty. Her slick is everywhere. It smells like heaven. Being inside of her is like paradise. Hearing her moans of pleasure is like music to my ears.
Reagan has been going like this for a while now and soon she’ll need sleep. I’ve come so many times my knot doesn’t last as long, a tale-tale sign that it’s time for all of us to get some sleep. I grunt when my cock pulses for the last time, and I slip out of her, collapsing at her side while she finishes Lucas and Marco.
After taking a moment to breathe, I push off the soaked blanket and grab another, ready to switch it out once they’re done. Reagan tries to pull Marco back to her when he’s done, but he grabs her hand and kisses the back of it.
“You need to rest,” he says, scooting back.
Lucas’ cum spurts all over, but it’s only another fluid to join the others. It’s why there are so many blankets. He peels her fingers off of his cock and bends down to pick her up. She whimpers and wraps her arms around her neck, maneuvering so she can wrap her legs around his torso.
“Help me,” I say to Marco, jutting my chin at the blanket covering the floor.
He grabs the edges of it and shoves it with the others that are already messy. I flick the new comforter out and he grabs the other side, helping me lay it flat. A fresh wave of caramel fills the air, and Lucas groans, taking Reagan’s mouth before kneeling and coming down on top of her.
“She needs to rest,” Marco murmurs.
Reagan mumbles something incoherent and grabs his dick, lining it up with her center.
“She can rest after,” I decide. “She needs Lucas.”
I don’t even know if he hears me because he’s already thrusting into her, lost to her scent. I fist my cock, seeing Marco in my peripheral vision doing the same to his. An almost uncontrollable urge when her scent pushes against us. I watch Lucas make her scream, and I’m not one bit jealous. I’m impatient as fuck to be inside of her again, but she really does need to sleep.
It’s not healthy for her to stay up the entire heat.
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MARCO
I’m in the middle of stroking one off, trying to be as quiet as I can, when Reagan’s head pops up from the pillow. I let my gaze trail over her naked, flushed body, pumping my fist even harder. She’s tired. She should go back to sleep.
“Mine,” she growls, crawling over Cory’s sleeping form to get to me.
I guess she’s slept enough. “You can have it,” I tell her, releasing my cock so she can slide onto it. We’ve done this so many times now it feels like her pussy is the only one that’s ever been meant for me.
Grabbing the back of her hips, I guide her motions, slowing down the fast pace she wants to set so I can lift my hips and thrust into her. Her tits bounce, and her hands find her hair, chest pushing into the air as I work her from the bottom.
“Fuck,” Lucas mutters.
Cory shifts beside me.
Guess we woke them up. Oh well.
