I Want To Be Knotted Novels & Stories

"Let us rest now so that we may awaken refreshed and ready for our journey tomorrow." I let out a satisfied breath, murmuring softly, "Just relax, Little Bit, or it will prolong the time for my knot to ease." Despite her continuous wriggling, attempting to find a comfortable position on top of me. I shifted within her, my movements growing gentler, eliciting pleasurable moans from her as my knot pulsated against her g-spot, continuing to release its essence. "I'm unable to resist, my body craves it, and sleep eludes me," she breathlessly exclaims as I maneuver us once more, driving my knot further inside her, causing her entire body to convulse.

I smiled at the thought of starting a new job tomorrow. I'm gonna dress corporate,with my hair packed and my body clad in a nice outfit but; Geez. I don't have a shoe! Stapsy 💞 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 To be continued Thanks for reading 😚

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel it.” I shatter, pussy clamping down, milking him. He groans, then slams deep. I feel it—the base of his cock swelling, the knot forming, locking us together. He roars, hips jerking as he comes, flooding me with heat. Pulse after pulse, until I’m overflowing, his cum leaking around the knot, down my ass. The knot finally slips free with a wet sound, his cum gushing out of me in a hot rush. I’m still trembling, thighs shaking, when Richard flips me onto my stomach like I weigh nothing.

“Don’t stop. Knot me. Fill me. Make it go away.” Kael snarled and slammed forward. His knot forced its way inside me with a wet pop. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but it grounded me. I came hard, walls clamping down around him as he roared and flooded me with hot, thick pulses of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard. His forehead pressed against mine. “I won’t let it take you,” he whispered fiercely. “I don’t care how many times I have to knot you. I will keep you full of me every single hour if that’s what it takes.”

Her second orgasm came harder, faster, shaking her so violently he had to pin her wrists above her head to keep her from falling. And then the knot began to swell. She felt it, thickening inside her, locking them together. She gasped. “What—what’s happening—?” He licked the sweat from her throat, voice distorted but reverent. “You asked for my beast. It knots when it mates.” “Gods,” she moaned. Her body squeezed him tightly as the knot grew larger, locking her wide open. There was no escape. She didn’t want one. “Let it happen,” he said.

“We need a way to end this faster.” “We’re people, not machines. We can’t work nonstop for weeks. And here,” I grabbed the shirt I’d tossed at him, careful not to touch him even though I wanted to. Pulling it over my head, I tugged my hair out from underneath the shirt and gathered it just below my chest. Tying the extra fabric in a knot, I tucked it away so the rest of the shirt hid it. “Now you’re hiding your pretty dress.”

Thіѕ thоught wаѕ so dеlісіоuѕ, thаt I соuld hardly wаіt. As a fisherman аnd rod buіldеr, I аm more thеn fаmіlіаr with rореѕ and knоtѕ, wrappings, bindings or brаіdѕ. Thе possibilities оf hеr ѕubmіѕѕіоn tо mе: a bооkсаѕе full оf possibilities. The maid uniform was the fіrѕt mеntаl knоt...nоw for the ѕесоnd.

Most of the time, alphas could control that response—unless they were completely lost to the mating instinct, which clearly wasn’t the case here. My cock hadn’t even wanted to knot. I usually didn’t unless I was inside someone, and even then I could count on one hand the number of times I’d bothered. Getting away quickly usually trumped the take-it-or-leave-it pleasure of letting my knot expand, feeling it pulse in tight heat. Apparently MacKenna didn’t have the same relationship with knotting that I did. Lucky me. “What do you mean I’m not done?” I rasped, sounding like a ninety-year-old cigar smoker.

None of my previous lovers had knots. They had normal but impressive cocks, and I had been content with that much in the past. But presently, I needed more. I didn't even know what knots felt like, and I had never seen a knot in my real life, but the burning desire I felt for a knot at that moment was utterly unmatched.

I didn't even know what knots felt like, and I had never seen a knot in my real life, but the burning desire I felt for a knot at that moment was utterly unmatched. "You're too weak to take my knot," Aiden had told me, stroking my cheek so gently that it hurt. I heard the concern in his voice, yet the desire in his eyes was undeniable. He was holding himself back, but for what? I didn't give a fuck about being weak. All I needed was his knot. It seemed like the only solution to all my problems in the world right now. The clenching of my walls got worse, making me whimper in need.