Page 152 of Knot That Pucker


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Milton leans in and latches onto her breast. She arches instantly, moaning, her hand flying to his hair. Lincoln kneels beside her so she can see him. He must mouth something because she nods, fast, before reaching for his cock.

The second her mouth wraps around him, I nearly come.

Her eyes roll slightly, cheeks hollowing as she sucks him into her mouth. Lincoln’s hand cups her jaw gently, guiding her. Milton is sucking her tits like she’s the only meal he’s had in days.

And I’m underneath her, losing my mind.

I thrust into her again, faster, harder. Her entire body jolts with the motion, her moans vibrating around Lincoln’s cock. She looks well-fucked, hair stuck to her forehead, spit on her chin, cheeks flushed so bright it looks like she’s fevered.

Her hands shake, her thighs tremble, her nails dig into my shoulders each time I thrust deep, and I can’t stop—I won’t stop—not when she’s choosing me, not when she’s giving me this.

She pulls off Lincoln with a wet pop, a thin strand of drool stretching from her swollen lips to the head of his cock

She’s breathless, eyes blown wide, her hand comes up, fingers shaking as she signs. She curls her fingers into a tight fist low near her abdomen, twisting it once in a sharp, deliberate motion—the sign for knot.

Then she drags her fingers upward, flattening her hand and tapping it twice over her chest—me.

Her hand trembles before she lifts it again, curling her fingers into the hooked shape she uses every time she signs alpha, dragging it toward me with a desperate, jerking pull.

She bounces down onto my cock with more force, trying to give herself my knot, but that’s not how this is gonna go.

“Omega,” I say, voice rough as I curve my finger into a downward ‘U’ shape and tap it against my chest. It’s the sign for omega she taught us to use for her. “When you beg for my knot… I’ll give it to you.”

She’s too lost to her heat to be able to focus on my lips to read them, so she turns to Lincoln and he signs for her. He pulls both hands in toward his chest, palms up, then he forms a K with his fingers and taps it against his lower abdomen, our sign for knot. Finally, he flattens his hand on his chest and pushes it outward toward Bayleigh.

She pouts, that sexy bottom lip coming out as she slams her palm to her chest, circling fast, eyes wild as she signs please over and over.

That one, and a few other easy signs, were in those videos I’ve watched a kazillion times with that lady on the beach singing as she signs. Annoying, but easy to remember. My fingers tap near my ear and slide toward her. “To hear you.”

I grab her chin, turning her face toward me.

“Say it,” I mouth and lift my hand and flick my index finger from my mouth toward her. Then I curl my hands in toward my chest. “I want.” My fingers tap near my ear and slide toward her.“To hear.” I brush my fingertips down my throat and give her that look. “Your sexy voice.”

She swallows. Her lower lip trembles. Her eyes lock on mine like she’s clinging to me.

“Knot me…” she cries.

I shake my head.

“Knot me, Alpha,” she growls.

I lose what restraint I had left. I slam her down onto my cock and let my knot swell. She screams, a sharp, breathless sound, eyes flying open before rolling back. Her body clamps down around me in fast, tight pulses.

She breaks apart completely.

Her orgasm hits so hard her whole body jerks, her thighs shaking violently. Her hands slip off my shoulders. She gasps once, and then she’s gone. Her eyes roll back, and her body goes limp.

Lincoln groans, stroking himself hard as he finishes across her tits. Milton follows right after, gasping as he spills warm stripes over her chest, her stomach, her skin flushed and shaking.

Bayleigh blinks her eyes open, heat-heavy and dazed, and lowers her mouth again. Her tongue glides through the mess on their cocks, licking it up in slow, hungry strokes. She moves on instinct alone, breath uneven, eyes fluttering half shut.

I’m the last to go.

I bury myself as deep as I can, knot locked, my release hitting in long, shaking pulses. My arms wrap around her without me thinking, holding her tight to my chest.

Pleasure and exhaustion pull her under.

Mine.