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“You’ve made a mess, Margot.” I whimpered—just a little—my pussy clenching around nothing. Slickwaspooling on the counter beneath me at an embarrassingly fast rate, my body primed and ready for a knot.
“Why have you chosennowto be talkative?” I rasped, squirming as Kit’s thumbs languidly slid up my inner thighs. “You hate talking.”
“I like talking to you.”
That was unexpectedly sweet.
“And I fuckinglovetalking about your perfect, slick cunt. Your face goes such a pretty shade of pink.”
That was unexpectedlyfilthy, made even more so by the way he casually removed his glasses while he spoke, gently setting them down on the counter next to me.
“Give a girl some warning, would you?” I choked out, the rest of my complaints dying on my lips as he shoved his perfect fingers in my perfect cunt.
Thesquelchwas obscene, a veritable puddle of slick spreading underneath my ass and thighs as Kit leisurely explored my pussy with two fingers, slowing down every time I rocked against him.
I’d never been so ready so quickly in my life. The usual flutter of nerves and crush of self-consciousness was totally absent when Kit was staring down at me like I was a total revelation.
“Why are you torturing me?” I panted as he slowed his movements, taking me right to the edge before backing off again. “Is this punishment?”
“Yes. This is punishment for thinking a laundry room is any way adequate for our first time. This counter is completely the wrong height to eat your cunt.”
Our first time?
Stop it.Don’t read into it.
“Do you know what would be a real punishment? Fucking my brains out and stuffing me full of your knot,” I suggested sweetly, sucking in a sharp breath when he pushed in a third finger, stretching me in the most perfect way. “That would be awful. Super punishing. I’d really learn my lesson.”
Kit picked up his pace, fingering me roughly, sending a spray of slick everywhere. “I’m not knotting you on top of a washing machine, Margot.”
That wasn’t a no to the fucking my brains out, at least. I was about to point out us much, but Kit’s talented fingers shoved me over the edge into an orgasm that had all of my faculties going briefly offline. I attempted to dig into the smooth stone surface with my nails for purchase before slumping back against the tile while Kit continued fucking me with his hand, dragging one orgasm into another.
One-handed, he flicked open the button of his jeans, unzipping them and pulling his cock free.
And what a cock it was.
Granted, I was in a lust haze, but if I had a single musical bone in my body, I’d have composed a ballad dedicated to such an exemplary appendage.
Maybe a full-blown opera.
Respect had to be paid.
“You’re going to make my ego swell if you keep looking at me like that.”
“I hope that won’t be the only thing swelling,” I murmured, greedily eyeing the slightly flared base of his cock where his knot would form.
“Flatter me all you like, you’re not getting my knot tonight.”
Kit yanked his fingers free of my still-fluttering pussy, pulling me right to the edge of the counter and rubbing the fat tip of his cock over my clit.
“Will you stop teasing?” I hissed, wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my stilettos into his ass. “Never met an alpha in my life who played hard to get with his knot, and I’ve got to say, I’m not a fan.”
“Liar,” Kit purred, impaling me in one rough thrust.
Every thought—logical or otherwise—fled my brain as Kit’s fingers dug into my hips, pinning me in place while he fucked me senseless, shaking the appliances below.
The puddle of slick expanded, seeping under my palms, and I clapped my arousal-soaked hands down on Kit’s shoulders, scentmarking his shirt as I held onto him for dear life.
“Fuck, Margot,” Kit grunted, fingertips digging into my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise. “You feel… indescribable.”
