The Man with the Knot – Forbidden Fun Read Online Cassandra Dee

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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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With controlled thrusts, he slips deeper into my ass, grabbing my hair and forcing me to arch even as he slides further into my body. A low groan escapes my lips but this time, Brax doesn’t stop.

Driven by pure desire, he plunges into my hole until he’s all the way there except for the bulge.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling my hair back so that I’m arched so far that it’s almost painful. “This might not be fun.”

“Fun isn’t what I need,” I whisper. “I need—ahhh!”

Suddenly, that thick bulge is deep inside of me, impossibly hard and impossibly arousing.

I gasp at the sensation, my body stretched in totally new ways. My asshole feels like it’s on fire. Meanwhile, Brax, barely moving within me, on the edge of losing all control, reaches around with one hand and slips his fingers deep into my wet pussy.

“Oh god,” I groan, the sensation nearly enough to make me collapse.

But my man pushes past my resistance. He fucks me with his fingers, demanding I join him in that rhythmic dance of bodies connecting in the most natural of ways.

“You’re mine,” he rumbles, moving slowly and then more aggressively within my tightness. “Come for me, baby, so I can fill you with my seed.”

His words drive me once more and I move against his fingers and his cock, my entire body wanting, needing to be consumed by him, filled with his manhood. A wild groan escapes his lips as he grows harder within me.

Together, we finish hard, fast, and without hesitation, two bodies molded into one under a starry sky.

“Oooh!” I scream as a full-body orgasm overtakes my curves. My pussy pulses and squirts as my asshole clamps onto his cock.

“Fuck,” he grunts, hot reams of seed erupting into the rubber. “Oh shit, oh shit.”

Brax comes for what feels like an eternity. A huge load is poured into my ass as I cry and convulse, loving every second of it. But as he warned, after our climaxes fade, he’s stuck. The knot has enlarged, and it’s jammed tight in my anus, despite his best efforts to pull out. Brax leans forward, covering my back with his broad chest before whispering in my ear.

“Are you okay like this, Morgan? It might be ten minutes or so before the swelling goes down enough for me to pull out.”

I blink blearily, still shaking and barely conscious.

“I’m okay,” I murmur. “It feels good, actually.”

After all, he’s so big now that my ass feels stretched beyond compare. I’ve played with dildos before, but never like this. It’s infinitely more arousing to have a huge, sweaty, alpha male plastered to your back with his cock rearranging your insides.

“I’ll be fine,” I whisper again. “Don’t worry.”

“Good,” he murmurs in my ear before pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

My heart swells at Brax’s words of concern, but what he doesn’t realize is that I’m hurt already. I love being here with him, with his knot locked deep in my body. But this is the one and only time it’s going to happen, and that’s where the injury lies. Soon, I’ll leave Mirago … and leave this man as well.

10

Morgan

I stare at my half-packed suitcase, my heart and mind focused elsewhere.

Brax came to say goodbye early this morning, long before the other hotel patrons were up and about.

We took a short stroll toward the hotel’s beach front area, which had been blessedly empty given the early hour. We held each other and said little, other than we wished one another well.

He was kind but distant, perhaps already ridding himself of any feelings for me, knowing that our paths will never cross again. The last kiss we shared was chaste and simple and felt nothing like the passion I know that we have for each other.

I barely managed to control my tears, but I did.

At least I have that, I think quietly to myself.

But I wish I had cried. I wish I had screamed. I wish I had pounded both of my fists against Brax’s hard chest and demanded, no begged, him to visit me. To promise me that this wasn’t the end for us.

Instead, I put on a face so brave that I could have won an Oscar.

The alarm on my phone goes off, warning me that I only have another 20 minutes before I have to catch the hotel shuttle to the ferry.

I wince at the noise but get back to the task at hand. I work on autopilot, too tired and too heartbroken to put much effort into packing properly. I stuff the rest of my clothes and toiletries into their respective parts of the suitcase. I shake the last bit of sand from my flip flops. And, after a few minutes of hustling, I’m completely packed.


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