SIN SO SWEET
I felt him swell, thicken at the base, and something hot and firm pressing against my entrance, stretching me wider.
A knot
A flash of panic—then blinding pleasure drowned it. He came with a roar, thick spurts flooding me. The knot locked us tight. Every twitch of his cock sent fresh aftershocks ripping through me. I clenched again, smaller and sharper, milking him.
He pressed his forehead to mine. Breath ragged. Sweat slick between us.
“Shit,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to knot you. Not the first time.”
I laughed shaky, and breathless. “Don’t apologize. That was…”