Page 87 of Knot My MC
I take another sip of water and hum when he cups me, kneading his palm against my aching core. “What about you, Kiks? Do you mind if we share you?”
I bite my lip. My body is still recovering from Knox, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting the both of them. They’re different than Knox, less serious.
Crow tweaks one of my nipples, tugging on it. “I think she likes it when we share her.” He bumps his nose against my chin, and I drop my head back, giving him access to my throat. His lips skim over my skin before he gently bites me.
Slick wets Jag’s hand in answer, and he dips a finger into me, capturing my lips while Crow kisses my neck and plays with my nipples.
“What about me?” I hear Knox ask as he enters the room.
I gaze at him, considering how selfish he was last night. Crow and Jag played nice and let him keep me all to himself, but now it’s their turn. Jag’s thumb brushes over my clit, and I buck into his touch.
“You can. Watch,” I say between breaths.
Jag and Crow both purr in approval.
“Take her to the bedroom,” Crow tells Jag. “I need to grab something.”
Knox mumbles about how unfair we’re being, but I can’t seem to focus on him. Jag is too busy teasing me with his fingers. Eventually, he stops and leads me to the room where Crow is waiting, naked and holding my rose-gold clit teaser. My cheeks flame.
“Where did you get that?”
He gestures to the nightstand. “I can smell your cum all over it, baby.”
“A woman has—”
“I’m not judging you. I want you to use it while we fuck you.”
“Oh.” I was worried they’d tell me to throw it out or something and that wouldn’t have gone over well. They’re great, but I love my toy too. He climbs on the bed and reclines against the pillows. His cock juts toward the ceiling, and I watch it sway, my core aching to be filled.
Jag grabs my tits from behind and grinds his erection into my ass, kissing my neck in the same spot Crow had only moments ago before whispering, “Sit that pretty pussy on his cock.” He guides me to the bed and I crawl up Crow’s thick legs, straddling his wide hips. I love how different their bodies are. Knox is corded with muscle. Jag is lean and cut. Crow is big and strong. I don’t like one more than the other. If anything, I’m damn lucky to have them. They’re all perfect just the way they are.
Crow lifts Knox’s shirt up, and I raise my arms, letting him take it off. His hands squeeze my breasts as I grab his length, positioning his head at my entrance. He hisses, nostrils flaring as he watches me sink onto his cock. I rock my hips a little, adjusting to his size. Knox stomps into the room and drops into my reading chair.
I turn to look at him, rising up Crow’s length before dropping back down once again with a soft hum.
“Fuck.” Knox adjusts himself in his pants, and behind me, Jag strips out of his clothes.
Circling my hips and getting a feel for how Crow fits inside of me, I say, “You can touch yourself,” to Knox.
His body goes entirely still. Is he mad I told him what to do? Before I can worry about that too much, Crow grabs my hips and thrusts up into me, making my tits bounce. I gasp and drop my hands to his chest, grinding against his cock. God, it feels so good.
“Whatever you want, Angel.” Knox stands and drops his pants.
The bed dips as Jag joins us. His hands find my hips and help me ride Crow’s dick while he bites and kisses my shoulder. “You look so pretty when you fuck him.”
“Mmm,” is all I can say.
“Let me see how good you look taking both of us.” Jag presses me down onto Crow’s chest and my ass rises. Cold lube hits my skin, and I writhe, the movement forcing Crow deeper into me. My cunt clamps around his length in anticipation. Now that I know what to expect and how good it feels once I get past the initial discomfort, I’m impatient for Jag to join us.
“I need to watch her,” Knox says.
Gathering my hair and holding it away from my face, Crow helps Knox get what he needs. He’s fisting his dick, slowly pumping his hand up and down his length.
Jag preps my ass while Crow takes over, fucking me while I focus on breathing through one finger, two, and finally the head of Jag’s cock. I bite my cheek to keep from crying out as he eases into me, but a soft sound escapes from my lips.
“Breathe,” Jag reminds me. “Relax.” I do as he says, and he praises me before finding his way fully inside me. “Yesss,” he moans.
They move together, slow and gentle as they help me adjust to being so full. My nipples scrape over Crow’s chest and he captures my lips, devouring every little sound I make while they fuck me. When my legs finally relax and I start to move my hips in time with theirs, Crow slips the clit teaser into my hand.
