Page 40 of Knot for Me
I drop my legs from his hips, and he yanks his pants down. His erection strains for me, and I bite my lower lip to keep in a whine, ripping my clothes off while he removes his shirt. Once we’re naked, Lucas stands there, taking me in. I put my hands on my hips and huff.
“I begged you, asshole.”
He smirks. “Do it again.”
“You’re such a dick.” I shake my head, running my hands over my stomach and up to my breasts. “Please fuck me. Give me that big alpha dick.” I pinch my nipples, and his nostrils flare, devouring my scent.
His hand cups his length, and he pumps it while he walks toward me. “Lie down.”
I don’t want to get carpet burn. That shit hurts. I glance at the pile of clothes. They smell like Emily, but he’s so turned on I don’t think it matters anymore. He wants me, not her. So, I drop to the pile, propping my elbows up behind me and licking my lips.
“Come fuck me.”
He narrows his eyes.
“Oh, right. Lucas”—I pout my lip—“please come fuck me.” This is actually kind of fun. When his pupils dilate and he drops to his knees, crawling up the length of my body and licking his lips, my core clenches so hard I almost come on the spot. He wants me to beg because he doesn’t want to be the desperate one. Truth is Lucas is ravenous. “Please touch me,” I say, arching my back.
He traces a hand over my stomach, circling my breasts before squeezing. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His hand moves to my throat, and he drags me up to meet his lips, dropping the lower half of his body over mine. He moves his hips, teasing me with his dick.
“Lucas.” I reach for his cock. My fingers wrap around his shaft, and I guide his head through my wet folds. “Please, please fuck me, Lucas.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, using his knees to part my legs. I open to him, trying to guide his cock to my center, but he tsks, slipping two fingers inside first. “So impatient,” he drawls, curling his digits inside of me and stroking. “So needy.”
“Lucas,” I say, moving my hips against his hand. “I said please, you bastard.”
He laughs, dropping his forehead against mine. The sound is so light and carefree I’m caught off guard, until he pulls his fingers from me. I start to protest, but he pushes the tip of his cock into me, stealing my words. He rocks slightly, but doesn’t go all the way in. “You want this?”
“Yes.” I hiss. “Please, please, please.”
“There she is,” he says, sounding all too pleased. “My good girl begging for my dick.” He thrusts into me so hard I gasp, grabbing his ass and grinding over his length.
“Oh fuck.”
“You like that?” He rubs his core against mine before pulling out slightly and pounding into me again. “You want me to beat that sweet little pussy up?”
Holy fuck. I’ve never been with someone who talks like this, but I’m here for it.
I nod, but he tsks.
“Use your words, Reagan.” He kisses my throat. “Say: Make my pussy weep.”
“I can’t say that.”
“Don’t be shy now,” he chides. “Beg me to make you come so hard you soak these clothes with your slick.”
I rock my hips, trying to get traction, but he pulls all the way out and bites my throat. Fucking hell. I’m going to say it.
“Make my pussy weep, Lucas.”
His chest rumbles in approval, and he slides into me again, grabbing my left hip and holding me in place so he can keep the angle he wants. His lips find mine again, consuming the last of my sanity as he fills and stretches and nearly breaks me, slamming into me over and over. His skin slaps against mine, but I don’t care. All I can feel is him. I scrape my teeth over his bottom lip, and he growls, driving into me harder.
He pulls away from our kiss, forehead pressing into mine and gazing down at where our bodies join. “So fucking wet,” he growls in approval. “You want my knot?”
Every stroke makes my toes tingle, but I know my orgasm won’t come because my body doesn’t just need this. I need more.
“I need it.” I pant, knowing exactly what my body desperately needs to feel really good.
My core clenches around him, and his thumb finds my clit, pressing and swirling until I’m crying out, coming all over his dick like he told me I would. Lucas’ scent burrows into me, taking every shred of dignity I have. He grunts, the base of his cock swelling and tightening and stretching as he knots me. Stars burst across my vision, and I curl around him, clamping my thighs around his waist and biting his shoulder, muffling my scream while I come all over him. His chest rumbles in approval, and the whiskers on his jaw brush against my cheek.
