Page 126 of Knot Her Shot


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Now I’m going to make sure she fucking stays here.

With every thrust, I feel us growing closer to each other. She spreads wider for me, relaxing into her pose. I move with an undercurrent of tenderness, wanting to erase any traumatic memories she might have. Replacing them with how much I love her.

I roll my hips, creating a rhythm she can take without rousing. Showing her, with every pulse of my body moving into hers, that she can trust me. I won’t ever let this hurt her again.

The hand in her hair pulls softly, turning her face so I can watch pleasure glaze her features. My free hand touches her everywhere, memorizing the way she feels under my fingertips. Warm, vibrant, and soft. My petal. An angel who fell into my bed.

I’ll never deserve her.

But I can make her feel the way she deserves to feel.

The thought renews my determination. I drill into her, pressing down and forward so every thrust grinds my knot against her clit. Her pussy pulls me in deeper, the clenches of her core drawing us closer and closer.

I feel it coming half a second before it happens. Her body accepts mine all at once—the outer muscles relaxing while the ones deep inside tug me in, popping my knot into her.

Ecstasy explodes through my base, snapping up my spine. The way she feels is a fucking miracle. Smooth, slick, hot, tight—and everywhere. I look down, nearly coming the second I see the way I disappear completely into her perfect pussy.

Growling, I rut as smoothly as I can while we’re partially locked down. “Fucking hell, angel. This pussy was made for my cock. My knot. You feel so good. I’m going to come so hard inside you, I’ll never be able to leave.”

She cries out, the sound strangled and almost… plaintive. I replay what I just said, barely coherent, but able to hear the part that might have hit her particularly hard.

Churning my hips against her ass, I bend over her body to murmur into her hair. “I’m never leaving,” I pant. “I’m never leaving you, angel. Never. Never. Never.”

Remi sobs as she comes, the deep, throbbing clench of her core milking my cock until I glaze her depths with cum. My knot expands, sealing us together, setting off another climax for both of us.

My little petal trembles as I gather her up and arrange us on the bed’s only pillow, tucking her into me. I bury my face into her neck and stroke my hands over her skin, murmuring my promises to her, over and over, until she falls asleep.

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fifty-six

*Sad Sausage Fest Chat*

Smith

If either of you are late, I’ll have your balls.

Cassian

I’m on my way. Had to get some special wine Remi asked me to pick up.

Damon

Coming home now. I have flowers for our pretty girl.

Cassian

Fuck. I got Rems flowers.

Smith

I had some delivered this morning.

Damon

If the card said, “petals for my petal,” I’m never going to stop laughing.

Btw, did anyone buy a vase?

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