“Can you take me, darlin’?” he asked. “All of me?”
“I took your beast,” I reminded him, lifting an eyebrow. “I can take you, too. You want me to prove it?”
“I’d like to see that,” Nick growled. “Go on, darlin’—show me.”
I took a moment to slip my panties all the way off and then I straddled him again, rubbing the broad head of his shaft against my slippery inner folds. God, it felt good! But I knew it could feel even better.
Spreading my thighs wider, I manipulated the thick, pulsing shaft until it found the mouth of my pussy. Then, with a low moan, I sank down on it, letting it invade me.
“God, Kira, be careful!” Nick’s deep voice was hoarse. “You’re so damn tight—don’t hurt yourself, okay?”
“I…I won’t,” I panted, though to be honest, I was finding his thickness a little hard to take. It was surprising, considering I’d taken his beast’s even bigger equipment with no problem at all last time we’d been together. But maybe that was because I had been in Breeding Fever and I wasn’t now.
Regardless of the difficulty though, I was so close to having the man I wanted for life and I wasn’t going to let anything stop me. I moaned and worked myself on him, riding up and down on the thick shaft, letting it penetrate me a little deeper every time.
Nick seemed to love this.
“God, darlin’, that’s right,” he growled, watching me with lazy lust. “Work yourself on me, fuck your tight little pussy on my cock. Let me see you ride me.”
I was more than willing to comply. Already my pleasure was building as I worked myself on his massive cock. I found I liked being in control this time—liked being the one doing the fucking.
But it couldn’t last forever. The moment I felt his shaft enter me completely—all but the knot, I moaned and stopped uncertainly. Could I really take the massive, throbbing knot I felt just outside my pussy mouth? It seemed hotter than the rest of Nick’s shaft and I could feel it rubbing against my clit and my smooth, shaved pussy lips.
“Mmm, I love the way we fit together, darlin’,” Nick murmured. “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to go deeper if I’m going to knot you.”
“I know,” I whispered, looking at him. “I…I can take it.” I hoped, anyway.
“Yes, you can,” Nick agreed with me. “But not like this.”
“What? I don’t understand,” I protested.
“You will in a minute,” he promised me. “Rub your hot little clit against me a few more minutes—I want you close to coming when we switch things around.”
Obediently, I spread my thighs wider and settled with him deeper inside me, so I could continue to rub my button against the heated, rigid knob of his knot. God, it felt so good!
While I did this, Nick took my face in his hands and began to kiss me and tell me what he wanted to do to me.
“God, you don’t know how often I fantasized about having you ride my cock, baby,” he murmured to me. “I knew it was wrong—the brand on my arm told me it was—but that last year we were together at the Spauldings’ place, it was damn near all I could think about.”
“It’s…not wrong,” I panted, rubbing harder against him. “In fact, I’ve never felt anything this right in…in my life!”
“Feels right to me, too,” Nick agreed, rolling his hips to thrust deeper into me and also stimulate my aching clit more with his knot. “I just thought I’d never get to do it. Never get to shove my cock so deep in your tight little slit and knot you.”
“You…you haven’t knotted me yet,” I pointed out breathlessly. “So what are you waiting for?”
“We have to do it in the right position,” Nick told me. “Breeding position. Like this.”
And then he was pulling out of me, leaving me feeling empty and lost inside. But before I could protest, he had turned me around so that I was on my hands and knees on the soft leather couch with my thighs spread wide.
I moaned as I felt the broad head of his cock find my pussy mouth again and then slide all the way into me with one long, hard thrust.
“Are…are you going to knot me now?” I panted, looking over my shoulder.
“Not yet, baby,” Nick growled. “Gonna fuck you nice and deep first. It helps with the knotting if you can come at least once on my cock. Think you can do that?”
“I can if you touch me,” I told him.
“If I pet your hot little pussy, you mean?” Nick suited actions to words, reaching under me to find the place we were joined. I gasped as I felt his clever fingers find my clit and start circling the tight little bundle of nerves.