Page 109 of Knot my First Rodeo

"Move," she begs.

I do. I fuck her deep and steady, her legs wrapping around my waist as I lean down to capture one of her nipples. I suck hard, flicking it with my tongue. Her back arches, a moan tearing from her throat.

"You like that?" I ask against her skin.

"Yes—fuck, yes⁠—"

I switch to the other nipple, biting gently, then soothing the sting with my tongue. Her nails dig into my shoulders.

"Ride me," I growl, pulling out. "I wanna watch."

She flips us, straddling my hips, and sinks down onto my cock in one smooth motion. Her head falls back, breasts bouncing as she starts to move. I grab her hips, guiding her rhythm, then grip harder and start bouncing her faster, slamming her down onto me.

"Harder," she says.

I give it to her. Each thrust hits deep, her pussy gripping me. I can feel the knot at the base of my cock starting to swell. I'm not gonna last.

"Look at me," I say.

Her eyes meet mine, half-lidded, mouth open.

"You feel that, Sweetheart? Feel my knot? I'm gonna fill you up so full."

She moans, riding faster. I grip one of her tits, pinching the nipple, making her scream.

"That's it. Let everyone in this house know who you belong to."

Her hips stutter. "I'm close⁠—"

"Come for me, and I'll knot you."

She shatters above me, body convulsing, and that's my cue. I thrust up, bury myself as deep as I can, and let my knot lock us together. She screams, loud, raw, and primal. I kiss her hard to swallow the sound, tongue tangling with hers as I pump my release into her. Hot and thick, filling her until I'm sure she can feel it in her throat.

We stay like that, together, breathing ragged. Her head falls forward onto my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Her hair is damp with sweat, and I press my face into it, breathing her in.

Mine.

After a long moment, I feel her smile against my neck.

"I'm still here," she whispers.

"Damn right you are."

My knot starts to shrink, and I pull out slowly, a trickle of slick and cum escaping. We stay tangled together, her head in the crook of my neck, exactly where I want her.

"You can't leave," I tell her, my voice rough. "You're mine."

She's quiet for a second, then speaks. "I don't want to, but I can't stay if Clint and Briggs don't agree. I can't ruin a family."

I shush her, running my palm down her spine. "It'll work out."

She doesn't argue this time. She just nods against my neck.

I clean her up with a warm cloth from the bathroom, then pull the blanket over both of us. She curls into my side, and I wrap my arm around her.

"Sleep," I murmur.

And she does. I stay awake a little longer, watching her breathe, feeling the weight of her against me. This time, I'm not worried about the morning.