Page 118 of Knot in the Wedding Cards

Then he began to move.

Slow rolls at first, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, letting me feel every ridge and vein.

The angle hit perfectly, dragging along my front wall. I gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging into sweat-slick skin as pleasure built fast and bright.

“Like that?” he asked, voice husky.

“Exactly like that,” I gasped. “Don’t you dare change it.”

He grinned against my neck, nipping lightly.

“Bossy even in bed. I like it.” He adjusted his hips, driving deeper on the next thrust. The new angle nudged my G-spot with devastating accuracy. My back arched clean off the mattress.

“ Sawyer—”

“Right there?” He hit the spot again, deliberate. “Feel how you squeeze me every time I find it. Greedy little thing.”

I moaned louder, legs wrapping around his waist. The conversation never stopped, even as our bodies moved together.

“You talk too much during sex.”

“Only when the view’s this good.” Another thrust, harder. “And you love it. Admit it.”

“Maybe.”

I dug my nails in deeper, earning a pleased groan from him. Sweat beaded along his collarbones, catching the moonlight. His dark curls clung damp to his forehead.

He looked wrecked already, beautiful in it.

He kept the rhythm steady, building me higher with every perfect stroke. When the edge approached again I warned him, voice breaking.

“Gonna cum?—”

“Come undone for me, baby,” he encouraged, pace never faltering. “I’ll keep fucking you over and over. Plan on making you cum at least four more times tonight.”

The promise tipped me straight over. I shattered around him, walls pulsing tight, a sharp cry tearing free. Pleasure flooded every nerve. He kept moving through it, drawing it out, hips rolling smooth and relentless.

“Beautiful,” he praised, breath ragged. “Look at you. Taking me so well.”

We built again, breathless and slick with sweat.

His thrusts grew deeper, more urgent. I could feel his own release approaching in the way his rhythm stuttered, the way his scent sharpened to something almost feral.

“Close,” he grunted, voice strained. “You better cum with me, Amber.”

“I’m too close already,” I whimpered, hips chasing his. “Can’t hold it?—”

“Wait for me.” He shifted angle again, fucking harder, hitting that spot with precision that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Just a little longer. Feel how deep I am? That’s it?—”

He cursed, low and filthy.

“Cum. Now.”

I cried out in ecstasy, coming undone hard around his cock.

He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt with a deep groan. Heat flooded me as he spilled, pulse after pulse.

We stayed locked together as long as we can, only until his knot is bulging and begging to lock us together — panting messes, bodies trembling through the aftershocks.