Page 79 of Knot By Design
Her lips find mine, soft at first, then demanding, tugging me in as if she wants to steal what I’m holding back. I let my tongue meet hers, tasting her, feeling the pulse of her body answering every move of mine.
Her hands grip me, mapping my back, sliding over my shoulders, and it makes my head spin.
I lean my forehead against hers, chest brushing hers, and breathe in her scent. The dress rides up a little, revealing her bright pink panties, and I can’t resist.
“Fucking pretty,” I murmur, my fingers rubbing at the wet seam.
Her hands claw at my shoulders, digging in as her hips grind shamelessly against my crotch. I press harder, feeling the wet heat of her pussy against me, the panties now soaked, clinging to her folds.
I can’t resist. I slip a finger beneath the lace, dragging it, teasing her clit through the fabric. She whines, hips bucking, legs trembling.
Her whole body quivers, letting go of pretense, arching instinctively into my touch. I feel it like electricity shooting straight through me.
I slide the panties aside, my knuckles pressing against her. She’s always so ready for me, every single time.
I trace her clit with my thumb before sliding two fingers inside her. Her pussy welcomes me, warm and tight, and she gasps, rolling against my hand.
I keep my movements slow, almost teasing, watching her reactions like they’re a map I could study forever. Every shudder, every gasp makes me harder in my pants, and I press against her hip just to let her feel it.
My free hand cups her ass, gripping, squeezing, urging her closer. My name leaves her lips like a prayer, and I can feel the tension building, the pulse racing.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I whisper, pressing my thumb harder against her clit, thrusting inside her with shallow, languid strokes. Her hips roll, letting me follow her rhythm.
She trembles against me, gripping at my shoulders, leaning into my hands. I kiss down her neck, tasting her, licking a line that makes her shiver uncontrollably.
Her moans are low and ragged, and I can feel the way her body’s vibrating, clenching around my fingers.
She comes with a gasp, a shudder, and I hold her close, letting her ride it out, feeling her tremble and quiver pressed against me.
Her breath comes in broken waves. Her body curls, shivers wracking every inch of her as she comes around my hand, soaking me with her release.
I keep her close, sucking at her neck, kissing her temple, tasting her sweat and the remnants of her own climax. I hold her as she quivers, riding out every shudder.
Her hand finds my chest, pressing softly, letting me know she’s still here, still wanting me even as her body settles. I brush my thumb along her jaw, letting her eyes meet mine.
They’re hazy, heavy-lidded, and my pulse spikes at the sight.
Even as she trembles against me, I can’t stop. My fingers dip back inside her, slick and needy, circling, pressing, sliding, pushing her higher.
She cries out again, hips rolling with abandon, the sounds wet and desperate. I drag her lips back to mine, tongue clashing with hers, tasting her again, needing her just like this—writhing, needy, all for me.
Her nails dig into my back, drawing me closer, letting me feel the tension pooling, the need screaming from her every movement.
I thrust my fingers deep, curling them just so, hitting the spot that makes her cry out my name, voice raw and broken.
“Fucking tight… so ready for me,” I rasp, watching her body quake, watching her pussy clamp around my fingers.
I can feel myself on the edge, every thrust of my hand, every slick squeeze, making my cock ache.
When she comes again, screaming my name, hips bucking wildly, I’m right there with her, watching her.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
Her body melts into mine, still quivering, and I press my forehead to hers.
“You’re mine,” I growl, fingers brushing her clit again, coaxing another shiver out of her.
She moans, a breathless plea, and I can’t believe how fucking delicious she is—mine, dripping for me, desperate, begging, completely undone.
