Page 94 of Knot Their Starlet

My lips quirk into a smile.

We have done an awful lot of talking. Especially for us.

I tug his boxers down and his cock practically smacks me in the face. I run my tongue along the thick vein on the underside before sucking the head into my mouth.

Eli throws his head back with a groan, reaching down and gripping my hair with one hand.

“Such a good omega for me,” he says through clenched teeth.

I let out a hum of satisfaction before wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, squeezing and massaging his growing knot as I continue working him with my mouth and tongue.

He reaches down my body, his fingers slipping between the globes of my ass and teasing my slick-soaked hole.

The moan I let out vibrates straight from my throat and down his cock.

“Someone likes his ass played with, huh?”

His filthy mouth is going to be the death of me.

That or his fingers, scissoring inside my ass, stretching me out for him.

My burnt caramel perfume explodes out from me.

There’s just something about being preoccupied on both ends that has my heart racing.

I try to focus on the feeling of his cock in my mouth as I get him as far down my throat as I can, instead of the feeling of his fingers stretching me out. Because if I focus on how good his fingers feel, I’ll be too distracted to give him a good blowjob.

He lets out his own groan, the hand in my hair tightening until I feel a slight burn in my scalp.

He pulls his fingers from my ass and my mouth off his cock in one swift movement. I cling to the sheets underneath me as I stare up at him, panting to catch my breath.

He looks even more massive with me on my hands and knees, staring up at him like this.

I want to trace all the tattoos across his skin with my tongue.

Maybe another time.

With the intensity of the look in his eyes right now, I don’t think he’d be patient enough to just sit there and let me do that.

He pulls me up until I’m on my knees, ripping off my t-shirt.

Oops. Forgot I even had that on.

As he shoves his boxers the rest of the way off his legs, leaving him completely naked, I turn, leaning down so I’m face down ass up in front of him.

“No,” he grunts, gripping the back of my neck in a way that has me melting into the touch.

“No?” My breath catches in my throat.

He won’t just leave me like this, will he? God, I don’t know if the dildos and toys I have in my nightstand drawer will be enough to get me through this level of horniness.

I need his knot.

From both a physical and psychological perspective.

With a hold on my shoulder and my hip, he somehow gets me flat on my back in one swift movement, knocking the wind out of me.

“Ooof,” I say, blinking up at him.