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

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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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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The voice—more animal than man—comes from my left and I wheel around to face the speaker.

This guy must be part fish because how the hell did he get onto the beach so fast?

I’m too dumbstruck to say anything, my mouth opening and closing without a sound.

Instead, I take in the sexy man, my body squirming with sudden need when confronted by his nudity.

He’s massive. I gasp loudly, my mouth hanging open like an idiot. I quickly close it but I still can’t stop staring.

But the island man isn’t just well hung. Nope, my mystery man has a huge bulge at the base of his cock and I gape at the spherical bulge. What in the world? I stare, going wet and needy inside.

Oh my god he’s shaped just like my dildo, I think to myself. But bigger. How can this exist in real life?

I bought the stupid dildo because of a fantasy romance I’d read. I almost cringe at the memory of how horny I’d been perusing the book. And how pathetic I was, skipping to the scenes where the werewolf men—who were well-hung and had massive knots at the base of their dicks—would ravish their female partners, making the girls scream with delight as they took those bulges deep in their pussies and ass.

Of course, I still haven’t managed to use the dildo properly, leading me to believe that one, it was a dumb purchase and two, that such men definitely only exist in romance novels.

But now, standing in front of me, is a man who is clearly a man and not some fantastical creature. And he’s got a knot that makes my cheeks flame and insides grow wet.

My face is growing hotter and I’m hyper aware that I’m staring at his equipment with a little too much interest. Okay, make that more than a little too much interest because I’m gaping at his rod, my mouth watering while wheezing sounds come out of my throat.

“Are you okay?” he asks, clearly concerned by my ridiculous behavior. “Do you need a doctor?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I manage to hyperventilate, waving my hand in the air.

“Okay. Then What. Are. You. Doing. Here?” the man repeats each word slowly, his anger barely concealed beneath the control.

I stare into his haunting, perfectly blue eyes. “Um, I got lost,” I mutter.

His gaze pierces through my lie. “Try again,” he grunts, crossing his arms across his bare chest. I swear he juts out his hips as he does so, thrusting his manhood toward me. It’s semi-erect, waving in my general direction, and I catch myself staring again.

Oh shit, oh shit. Get it together, Morgan.

I take a deep breath and arch my shoulders back, my breasts bouncing forwards as I do so. “You don’t own the island,” I counter. “I have a right to be here.”

“As a matter of fact, you don’t.” His searing smile sends a shiver down my spine despite the heat. “Only I do.”

Our eyes clash and the connection is electric. I’m burning from the inside out, and yet I want more. Oh god, I’m in trouble now…

4

Brax

Why the hell is this woman out on the beach by herself? Doesn’t she know how dangerous Mirago can be?

The look of complete shock when I tell her that she has no right to be here almost makes me chuckle, but I’m still more pissed than anything. After all, tourists aren’t supposed to wander from the resort. We made a deal with La Mirage: they could build their fancy hotel here in return for a vast sum of money. Not only that, but they had to keep their guests in check, never permitting them to stray from the allotted areas. So why is this chick wandering around like she’s never heard of the word “rules” before?

I glower, sizing up the woman. She’s quite pretty, actually. The brunette stands about five five, her shoulders arched back defiantly, her chest heaving with determination. Her body is full, curvy, and supple. Long, strong legs hold up a perky, round ass. Her skin-tight swimsuit reveals full breasts with erect, round nipples. The dips of her hips demand that I pull her against me and caress her body. Her brown hair is pulled back in a high, sleek ponytail, perfect for yanking her into an arch as she rides me hard.

But it’s the set of her jaw and sharp, almond brown eyes that hold my attention the longest. There’s fire behind her gaze and I sense that she won’t succumb easily.

It makes my dick grow hard. I don’t try to control it. Instead, I watch her face flash from embarrassed to aroused as she stares at my full manhood.

But I refuse to indulge her curiosity. Instead, I clear my throat and throw on an almost bored expression, enjoying this unexpected tête-a-tête. Not to mention I still need to get to the bottom of why the hell she’s out here in the first place.


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