Page 28 of The Man with the Knot
Brax utters a growl so wild I feel my body go limp with need. Without warning, he picks me up and proceeds to carry toward the small alcove.
The area is full of oversized outdoor couches, perhaps extra seating for a long-since closed restaurant. Brax and I fall onto one of the couches and resume our urgent exploration.
But this time, Brax takes the lead. He hikes up my dress and slides my panties away from my body and down my legs. Just as eagerly, he slips first one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into my wetness, pushing me to brink without warning.
“I wantyou,” I moan, even as his fingers tease my pussy.
“Come for me first, sweetheart, and then I’ll give you what we both need,” he whispers before he begins laving at my nipples once more. “I want to feel how wet you can get, baby. I need to feel your pussy on my fingers. Let go.”
His words, his teasing demands, the feel of his lips sucking my nipples are too much. I come wildly, my body arching against Brax’s fingers, my moans echoing across the sea. Even as I begin to whimper in ecstasy, he doesn’t stop rubbing me until I lay limp and panting, spent but somehow wanting more.
“I need you inside of me.Allof you,” I tell him, feeling greedy now that I’ve had another taste of what another orgasm with Brax is like— my body has never felt more alive, my heart more open.
My words make him groan, his hardness pressing against his thin pants. He removes them quickly, his erect cock dangerously close to my still damp womanhood. I arch my hips toward him and teasingly pull away.
“Stop,” he growls, his voice thick with need. He pulls me against him. Flesh meets flesh but Brax doesn’t enter me just yet.
“Are you sure?” he demands, his eyes wild even as he fights to control his urges.
“Well, now that you mention it,” I say in a coy tone.
Brax eases back, thinking I want him to stop. But I shake my booty, skimming my hands against that hard rod.
“I want you to take me in the ass,” I whisper into his ear. “And this time, I wantallof you inside me.”
He shudders, his entire body pent up with need.
“Morgan, I haven’t even fucked my knot into your pussy yet,” he says in an even tone. “You can’t fit this in your ass.”
“No, Ican!” I whine. “This might be my last night with you, and I need it, Brax. Make me feel it.”
“It’s going to be tight,” he says gruffly, trying to protect me but struggling against nature.
I’m tired of him denying us both. I shove him back and flip over, pushing my bare bottom toward him. “Take me, Brax. Show me how it feels to have your knot inside of me.”
I look over my shoulder through hooded eyes and watch as he slides on a lubed condom from his pocket. He slides it over his full cock, the thin material straining to cover his bulge.
I shiver with anticipation as Brax rises to his knees behind me.
He moves slowly, easing the tip of his dick into my tight hole. I moan with pleasure and he stops for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he pants.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Take me, Brax. Put your cock into my ass.”
He heeds my cue, easing himself further into my bottom. Oh god, he’s big! I control my urge to wince at the fullness, straining to take him and at the same time, in a state of complete ecstasy.
“Morgan,” Brax moans. “Oh shit.”
I bite my bottom lip as I look back at him. “I need you,” I tell him, giving him the urging he needs to push us both further.
With controlled thrusts, he slips deeper into my ass, grabbing my hair and forcing me to arch even as he slides further into my body. A low groan escapes my lips but this time, Brax doesn’t stop.
Driven by pure desire, he plunges into my hole until he’s all the way there except for the bulge.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling my hair back so that I’m arched so far that it’s almost painful. “This might not be fun.”
“Fun isn’t what I need,” I whisper. “I need—ahhh!”