Page 110 of Knot My MC
“Crow,” she whines, glancing at me. Her arms tremble as she tries to listen to what I told her to do.
The flat of my tongue runs through her slit as I hold her attention. Her essence is better than any whiskey I’ve ever tasted. Sweeter than any cookie I’ve ever made. Her legs twitch under my hands, and I tease her clit a little more before lazily kissing up her stomach, stopping to bite and suck on each of her breasts.
“I’ll take missionary.”
I chuckle and blow on her nipple. “You’re going to take everything I give you, then I’ll let you fuck me.”
My cock is heavy. Engorged and pulsing with need. Lowering my hips, I let her feel how hard I am. I let her writhe against me and try to position herself to take me. Right as my tip finds her center, I lift up and nudge her chin with my mouth. She turns her head and exposes her neck. Submitting. Relenting.
I kiss her mark again before flipping her over and slipping my hands between her and the mattress. Her needy cunt is slick against my skin, and I have to prop myself up on my knees and elbows to keep from crushing her. She presses into me, whimpering with need.
“Show me how you’d get yourself off.” The arm with her tattoo is begging to be kissed, so I drop my mouth and brush it over the flower. “But use my hands,” I whisper against her skin.
There’s only a moment of hesitation before she shifts slightly, positioning her legs and arms so she can grind her pussy over my hand. She does it again, turning her head to the side on the bed and panting.
“Make fists.”
I do as I’m told, letting her have this small thing because I’m not planning on letting her come yet. She rolls her hips over me over and over, breaths coming faster and faster, movements growing more urgent.
“Stop.”
With a groan, she does as I ask.
My fingers are drenched, and I pull my hands from beneath her, slipping two fingers into her mouth. Kiki’s lips close around my digits, and she sucks, licking and cleaning them. I tease my cock over her ass, the precum beading over the tip trailing over her skin.
“We’re going to try something.” I sit back on my heels and turn her over. She takes the hand I proffer and I tug her up to sitting. “Get off the bed.”
She does so with a little line between her eyebrows. I sit on the edge of it and quirk my finger at her. Her hips sway as she walks toward me, and I grab her love handles, pulling her between my legs.
“Do you trust me?”
Nodding, she runs her hands over my hair. “Always.”
“Good. Turn around and touch the ground.”
Kiki presents herself to me, her ass and cunt so close to my mouth I could spend all night eating them both. I lightly smack her, cracking my palm across her glute. She sucks in a breath.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes.” She arches her back slightly.
So I spank her again, this time a little harder. Kiki moans and tries to scoot closer, practically begging for more. I chuckle under my breath and push two fingers into her cunt without warning. She emits a glorious sound that’s punctuated by a breathy sigh of relief.
My palm cracks across her ass again. Kiki bucks, but I grab her hips to keep her from getting away.
“I want to fuck you like this.” Her ass is bright red and I brush my mouth over her skin before provoking her with a soft bite. “Can you hold yourself up?”
“I can try,” she says quickly, planting her hands on the ground and inadvertently pressing her ass further into my face.
I lick her seam, curling the fingers still inside of her and brushing them over her g-spot. I tease her ass with my tongue.
“Crow, that’s”—I hum against her, claiming a part of her for my own—“oh, god, that’s nice,” she finishes with a rasp. My cock pulses painfully so I pull away, kissing her ass cheek and grabbing one of her legs and propping her foot on the bed. I position the other one and fist my cock, teasing her center before easing inside of her.
She tenses, resisting my girth for a moment before exhaling and forcing herself to relax. Before she can fully relent, I grip her hips and push her up my length, roughly jerking her back down. Her ass bounces from the impact. I do it again, earning a tiny squeal of approval. With a wicked grin, I slow all the way down, languidly gliding her over my dick. She tries to take control and force herself on me, but she doesn’t have enough strength, not with her arms trembling to hold her up.
“This is where you learn to beg for it, baby.” I flick her clit then pinch it, thrusting slightly harder but not quite hard enough.
“Crow,” she growls.
