Page 111 of Knot My MC
I tsk. “I didn’t hear you say please.” I slam into her and yank her back at the same time.
Kiki screams, arms scrambling for purchase to keep her from collapsing.
“Do you want my knot?”
She nods.
Crack. My palm leaves a faint pink outline on her juicy ass and her cunt gushes with slick. I smirk to myself and fight to keep my knot from forming. It’s hard to do with her body so ready for it, but I want to hear her say it.
“Tell me.”
“I want—” I thrust into her hard and her breath catches. “I want you—” This time I slam into her twice and she moans in approval. I relax onto the bed and sheath myself fully inside of her, refusing to move until she says the rest.
“Give me your knot,” she growls, grinding against me.
My dick pulses, about ready to listen to her demand.
“Say please,” I growl back, barely able to contain myself.
“Please,” she whines and rolls her hips again. “Please, please, please.”
“What do you need?”
“Your knot. Please give me your knot.”
“Good girl. Now hold yourself up a bit longer.” My voice drops an octave and I let go of my restraint, fucking her hard and fast, watching that perfectly round ass bounce as my cock slams so deep inside of her I swear she’s about to break.
“Crow, fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” Her entire body is trembling, my hand around her waist the only reason she’s able to take what I’m giving her without falling on her face. “Oh god, oh god.”
Grunting at the praise, I fuck her even harder, deeper. I fuck her until my knot starts to swell. I pull out of her and help her turn around and climb into my lap. My cock is inside her before either of us can breathe and she sinks down my length, stretching over my knot with a throaty “Fuuuuck.”
“That’s how you beg for it,” I tell her, dropping my forehead to her shoulder to keep from kissing her with my dirty mouth. “You feel so good,” I whisper, letting her take over and ride me while my knot pulses inside of her, filling her with my cum.
Her nails bite into my shoulders and she grinds on me. Kiki takes my knot. Kiki rides my knot. Kiki owns my knot, and I let her have every last drop of cum, until her cunt is swollen and full.
What started as me showing her how I’d fuck the woman I love turns into Kiki claiming me. Her tits press into my bare skin, and I wrap my arms around her waist, thrusting up every so often when she starts to moan, forcing her over the break of her orgasm until she screams and cries out with pleasure. Sounds that’ll replay in my mind for days to come slip past her pretty lips.
“I love you,” I tell her, kissing her mark as my knot finally begins to deflate.
She wraps her arms around me and rests her cheek on my shoulder. “I love you too.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
KIKI
Crow and I finally join the guys for dinner. They ended up having to prepare the meal since we were a little busy. Both of them seem slightly put out that I left them to have fun with Crow, but that’s what they get for making fun of my game. Besides, getting to see Crow’s sketchbook is worth them pouting.
Knox smartly hands me a bowl full of food when I take a seat at the table.
“Please accept this very simple but very delicious fancy macaroni and cheese as our apology.”
“And we have the best beer money can buy.” Jag sets down the generic domestic beer that my dad used to love in front of me.
“This beer is hardly the best.”
“Says you, but it’s consistent, affordable, and does the job. And those fancy IPAs don’t taste very good with this dish.” Jag settles in beside me as I take a drink. “How was the sex?”
I choke on my beer.
