Page 54 of The Florist and Her Alphas

“Oh,” she gasps when I wiggle my finger deeper into her channel.

“Your pussy is hugging my finger,” I say, and she whimpers, her hips rocking forward, seeking more.

“I think I need a knot again.”

“I never got to knot you,” I whisper. My lips brush the shell of her ear. “The others did. Not me.”

She turns her head, her mouth inches from mine, her breath hot against my jaw. “Then maybe it’s your chance.”

I withdraw my finger slowly, watching the slick cling to my knuckle, and instead, I rub her pubic hair. My palm covers her mound, heel of my hand pressing against her swollen clit through the curls, and I massage her there—slow, circular motions that make her breath hitch sharp in her throat.

My other hand slides between her ass cheeks under the water. I find her hole. Her ass is still loose from Ezra’s cock, slick with residual cum—and I rub it aggressively, my finger circling the rim, pressing and squeezing as more cum spills into the water.

“Need to finish your bath,” I murmur. “Scrub your butt before I knot you.”

She’s squirming now, her hips rolling, her pussy grinding against my palm. “I’m ready right now, Cole. Please.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her.

She moves fast. Turns in the water, her knees finding the bottom of the tub, her palms flat against the marble edge. Her back arches beautifully—spine curved, ass sticking up, her tits swinging beneath her, pink nipples pointed and hard. The water laps at her breasts, bubbles clinging to her skin, and my cock throbs so hard it aches.

I cup her breasts from behind. They’re full, heavy in my palms, and I squeeze gently, watching them sway in the water. My thumb finds her right nipple, rubs it in slow circles, and it perks harder under my touch, the areola tightening.

“Pretty nipples,” I say.

She blushes. I can see it creeping down her neck even from behind. “Thank you.”

“So polite.” I squeeze her breast with one hand, reach around with the other to grab her ass cheek, and spread her. Her pussy is visible now, pink and swollen, her asshole still slightly open from Ezra’s dick ravaging her. Both holes are visibly clenching, and waiting patiently.

She turns her head, looks at me over her shoulder with need in her gaze. “I want your knot, Cole. I can’t wait.”

My hand slides down from her breast, under the water, and finds her pussy. I rub her gently, two fingers spreading her folds, circling her clit, and my balls tighten at the way she clenches around nothing, her pussy hungry and empty.

I stand in the tub behind her. Water sloshes over the edge, onto the marble floor, and I don’t care. My cock is rock hard, jutting out from the water, the head flushed dark red and leaking. I position myself behind her, grip her wet hair at the roots, and pull her head back.

“I’m going to penetrate you now.”

“In my ass or pussy?” she asks in a panic.

“It’s a surprise,” I growl, guiding my cock towards her pussy entrance. The head presses against her pussy, and she’s so wet I slide in an inch without resistance.

“Fuck,” she moans, her head dropping forward until I tighten my grip on her hair and pull it back again.

“Be a good girl for me, hun,” I say, pushing my cock deeper into her tight heat.

One inch, two, my cock stretching her open, her pussy gripping me so tight I have to grit my teeth. She’s hot inside—slick, pulsing, her walls clenching around my shaft in rhythmic waves that feel like she’s trying to milk me already.

“Oh god. Oh Cole,” she murmurs desperately.

I thrust. Hard. Burying myself to the hilt in one smooth stroke, and she screams.

My hips press against her ass, my cock buried completely inside her, and I hold there for a second, feeling her pussy pulse around me, her inner walls fluttering against my shaft.

“Your pussy is so tight,” I snarl, pulling out slowly until just the head remains, then slamming back in. “So fucking tight around my cock. Made perfectly for me.”

She’s moaning with every thrust like she can’t take me anymore. “Yes, Cole. Yes, my pussy is yours.”

I grip her hair tighter, using it as leverage, and fuck her harder. Each thrust drives my cock deep, her ass bouncing against my hips, water sloshing violently over the edges of the tub. Her tits swing beneath her, nipples dragging through the water, and the sight of her so desperately taking my cock makes me wilder for her.