Never. Say. Yours.
Each thrust pushed it closer, each time he drove in, the knot stretched her more.
"The knot," she gasped. "Harlan. The knot."
"Do you want it?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"God, yes."
He pushed. The knot stretched her, a slow, intense pressure, and she felt her body open around it, wider, wider, and then it was inside. The knot swelled, locking against her pelvic bone, and Harlan couldn't pull out. He was tied. His cock, locked inside her, the ridges undulating without him thrusting, the knot pulsing against her G-spot, pressing against Dane's lower cock through the wall.