Page 59 of Cracked Foundation

“Excuse me?” I choke out. My pussy flutters around my fingers as a fresh wave of pleasure courses through me. “Your—”

“My knot,” he nods. Reaching over, he pulls a cloth bag from beneath one of the many pillows. I lean forward, my hand slipping from between my thighs. He shakes his head, tutting me again. “No. Not until Daddy says. You’re not wet enough yet.” I whimper in protest. “Not until I hear the sloppy sounds of your slick dripping down your sweet cunt.”

Jesus Christ, have mercy on me and my vagina.

Leaning back, I spread my thighs once more, doing everything Logan says until I’m practically sobbing. Again and again, I get close enough to combust. Again and again, he makes me stop. Like a King on a throne, he lays before me. One hand tucked behind his head, the other idly stroking his cock while he destroys me with his words alone.

“That’s it, omega. Fuck your pussy. Imagine how good you’ll feel when I stuff you full of my knot.”

“Do you want that? My cock and my knot, so deep in you I split your pussy in half?”

“Say it, Babydoll. Tell me you want my knot. Tell me you want me to fill your pussy with my seed. Tell me you want your Alpha to breed you.”

Again and again and again.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg, my body shaking so hard I can barely stay upright. “Please.”

Logan pauses his stroking, his eyes barely open with how hooded they’ve become. “Please, what?” he grunts, his voice a thick rasp. “What do you need?”

“Please—” swallowing, my eyes dart to the bag sitting on his chest. I can’t believe I’m actually saying this out loud to another human being. “Please,Alpha. I need your knot.”

Please, please, please let there be a real-life knot in that bag, I pray, murmuring my silent pleas to whoever will listen.

Logan bolts upright, releasing a feral as fuck growl. He empties the contents of the bag on the blanket before me. “Pick.”

Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmi—

“Hurry up!” he grunts. Apparently, five seconds wait time is too long. Grinning, I lean forward, inspecting his haul.Sex toys!

He bought four silicone cock rings that are shaped like knots. All four are different sizes, giving options for stretch. Two are smooth and veiny. One is covered in textured bumps, and the other in softspikes.

Logan lets out a loud groan of impatience, and my hand darts out, grabbing before I can debate any longer. I end up picking the largest of the four, a smooth, veiny pink one.

Leaning forward, I place a hand on his chest and push him backward. He softly hits the pillows, his eyes narrowing on me in suspicion. I smile, saying nothing as I crawl up his body. With my thighs spread wide, I hover my dripping pussy over his cock.

“Daddy did such a good job,” I whisper, praising him for his sweet gift, my fingers trailing up his abs. Logan’s body shudders. I drop down, sliding myself along his length. We both groan. “I have to cover your cock in my slick, don’t I?”

“Fuck, yeah,”he snarls, sounding more beast than man. His hands grip my hips, forcing me to move faster. My orgasm hangs just out of reach, getting closer and closer every time his cock bumps my clit. “Stop,” he grunts, squeezing my flesh hard enough to bruise. “Put it on. Now.”

I gasp at his harsh tone and jump to do as he commands. It takes a few tries but eventually, I get the knot in place. It fits snugly like a large, bulbous cock ring around the base of his dick, and the sight of it nearly has me cumming on the spot.

“Oh my god, Logan,” I choke, entranced by the sight.

He growls, tossing me from his body and onto the bed. Seconds later, he’s thrusting inside me, shoving his cock as far as it can go, leaving the knot out for now. I have a moment of panic as I adjust to his thickness. He’s already so massive. I don’t know how I’ll be able to take anything more than this, especially with how wide the knot is.

We both pause, breathing heavily, our eyes locked on to one another as we adjust to the sensations coursing through our bodies. His forehead drops to mine, and we share a moment of intense emotions, our bodies connected in every way.

Logan’s mouth drops to mine. He kisses me slowly, lovingly. His tongue licks my lower lip, requesting entrance. I open for him, sucking him into my mouth. We breathe in one another as we lazily take in this moment.

Sitting up, he murmurs, “Ready?”

I nod, tugging my lip between my teeth. Logan groans, his eyes tracking the movement. Sitting back on his thighs, he grips my knees and bends my legs, opening me up for him. Like this, nothing is hidden. He can see every part of me, and judging by the way his cock jerks inside me, he likes what he sees.

His hips thrust forward, pressing every perfect inch of his hot flesh deep inside me. I feel him bump parts of me that no one’s ever reached before as his cock fills me to the brim. He pulls out slowly, then slams back in. He repeats the movement, again and again, fucking me so hard that he shoves me up the bed with every harsh snap of his hips.

“Take it,Omega. Take my cock, all of it,” he grunts, fucking harder into my aching pussy. The knot smacks against my clit and taint with every agonizing movement.

Shit, shit, shit. I’m so close.


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