Page 62 of Knot My MC
“Yes,” she gasps.
I do it again, this time pulling her hips back to meet my thrust. Her ass smacks against me and I grunt, jerking my hips up before doing the same thing again. My finger circles her clit, and I move my other hand to her ass, brushing my pinky over that sweet spot.
“I want to hear you scream.” I pick a steady pace and gently ease my pinky into her ass. She bears down on me, the pressure coaxing my knot to fully form as she releases a cry. Slick and cum coat my thighs. Her cunt stretches around my knot, her body supplying the lubrication to keep her comfortable while mine locks us together.
I wiggle the finger in her ass, and she squeals, coming again as my first orgasm hits me. Panting, I grind into her, desperately trying to go as deep as I can, filling her with my cum with every slight thrust.
“You can come again.” I press my palm over her pussy, letting her grind against it while I thrust. “Just like that. Show me how bad you want to come.” She’s soaking and her cunt slides over my skin as she grinds herself against me. Her walls clamp around me. Pressing my palm harder against her, I purr and add another finger to her ass.
She whimpers and rolls her hips a little faster. I jerk into her and she gushes, giving me exactly what I wanted. I release a moan of my own and drop my head back and pinch my eyes shut, memorizing the way she feels.
If there’s a god, he’s given me the best damn gift of all.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
KIKI
Waking from the heat is what waking from the dead must feel like. I come to covered in god knows what. The men are surrounding me, snoring like freight trains. They’re all naked. Their bodies are too hot. Holding my breath, I quietly wiggle out of the Hell Hounds sandwich.
My ass hits the floor, and I release a softoomph. I’m not as sore as I expected. Actually, I feel pretty damn good. I guess a few dozen orgasms will do that to a woman. I stand up and stretch my arms over my head, closing my eyes and biting back a moan when an after pang hits my core. As if it hasn’t spent the last two days being abused, my cunt pulses, searching for something to lock onto.
“Angel,” Knox says around a yawn. “Get that pretty ass over here.”
All three of them are wide awake now, erections all present and accounted for. I lick my lips as a bead of pre-cum spills down Crow’s length.
“If you keep looking at it like that, I’m going to push it down your throat.”
Fuck. Yes.
Sex is amazing. I don’t remember much from my heat, but that sensation, that pleasure when their cocks fill me, I want more.
I run my palms over my breasts, tweaking my nipples where I stand and pull my bottom lip between my teeth. “What if…” I trail off. Asking for all three of them at once isn’t too demanding after two days of them fucking me senseless, right?
It’s then I realize they didn’t claim me. My throat is free of their bite marks. That won’t do. They gave me everything else I wanted.
“Use your words, Kiks. Do you want something?” Jag fists his cock.
I was too gone to really appreciate his thick length, but fresh out of the daze of my heat, all I can think about is riding him and getting acquainted with how it feels.
As if sensing my thoughts, he releases his dick and lets it swing free. “Maybe if you say please we’ll give you exactly what you want.” He flexes and moves it.
In any other circumstance I’d tell him to fuck off for asking me to say please, but here in the bedroom, I don’t mind playing along. I’m arguably disgusting with two days of sex coating my skin. None of them seem to mind though. I strut toward the bed, placing my hands between Jag’s legs and crawling up the mattress.
My hair falls in a curtain around us as I lower my lips toward his. “I want all three of you inside of me,” I rasp, tugging his lip between my teeth as my nipples scrape over his chest. “I want you to bite me. Claim me. Take me in every filthy way possible.”
“I told you she’s no angel,” Knox says with a chuckle. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I’m ready.” I take turns looking at all three of them. It seems fast, but this is something I’ve wanted since I was seventeen. Now that it’s within my reach, I can’t wait any longer. “Don’t make me beg for it.” Grabbing Jag’s dick, I sit up and brush the head of it through my slit before lining him up with my center. I hold his gaze and sink onto his length.
“God, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen,” Crow mutters.
I glance at him, rolling my hips and adjusting to Jag’s girth. “I want you in my mouth.” I drop my hands on either side of Jag.
He lifts off the bed and sucks my tit into his mouth. I ride his cock and hum in appreciation. Crow moves toward us and Jag grabs me by the hips and scoots us down the bed to make room.
“I’ve been thinking about that pretty mouth,” Crow confesses, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Wondering how much you can take before you choke on my dick.”
I swallow. I can choke on it?
