The Man with the Knot (Forbidden Fun #55)

Chapter 9

9

Morgan

B rax and I somehow hold true to our promise: for the rest of the night, we manage to keep our conversation focused on the present. We banter, we flirt, we laugh. We order a lavish dinner of seafood and local veggies. We share a decadent coconut dessert.

And at the end of the night, we walk hand in hand along a boardwalk, beyond content and teetering toward some stronger emotion.

At least on my end , I admit inwardly. I can only hope he feels the same.

The nearly full moon illuminates the calm water. Occasionally, a wave breaks against the sand. Brax pulls me into the crook of his strong arm, and I rest my head against his chest.

Now that we’ve left the table, however, Brax seems different. Quiet, introspective.

I let him brood, feeling a little sad myself that our night—even though it’s pushing midnight already—is probably coming to an end.

“Morgan,” Brax’s voice is gruff, as if he were controlling some deep emotion.

I look into his deep blue eyes, wishing I could read his mind just this once.

“Yes, Brax?”

“You know that I have to let you go.”

“I know,” I agree softly, my heart in my throat.

I’m surprised by my response. I thought for sure I’d have tears pouring out of my eyes or some sense of disappointment that he won’t come visit me. That this magical night is ending, and with it, whatever could have been.

But instead, I’m resigned. Somehow, I knew that Brax saying these words to me would be the outcome all along. That there is no way that I could dream up a perfect man without there being some hitch to the situation.

“I don’t want to let you go,” Brax continues.

My heart stirs. At least he’s giving me that . “Me neither,” I say breathily.

“But we both know this is how it’s going to be.”

I can only nod against him, unable—and unwilling—to agree.

“The thing is,” Brax says, stroking my hair as we both stare into the dark water in front of us. “I still want you. Damn, I shouldn’t be telling you this,” he grumbles.

My insides tighten at his admission. If one thing has remained true, it’s that I want Brax, too. Even if I only get to enjoy him fully this one time, before we part ways forever.

A romantic island fling that I can look back on when I’m an eighty-year-old spinster.

Brax continues to speak. “I shouldn’t want you because it’s not fair to you. I don’t want you to think that I’m just using your body or…”

The poor man sounds distressed and confused.

But his words, perfect words that reassure me of his intentions, spur me into action.

“I want you, too,” I tell him, reaching up to hold his face in my hands, just as he did for me last night. “I want you. All of you, even if it’s all we’ll ever have with each other.”

He shakes his head. “We shouldn’t…” But he doesn’t fight my kiss. Instead, he leans into me, as if he’s a man drunk with need.

For the next several minutes, our bodies lock into a flurry of motion: hands seeking, finding, grasping. Tongues prodding, diving, seducing.

I slide the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders and Brax’s lips find my now-free nipple, holding me to him as he teases the pink mound.

“I want you,” I moan, grabbing his hair as he finds my other nipple and flicks his tongue against it.

“We shouldn’t,” he grinds out even as he cups my ass and pushes his rock-hard cock against me.

I pull away from him, looking for somewhere for us to go and complete what we both need.

“There.” I gesture to a secluded spot on the boardwalk, surrounded by dark trees. “Take me, there.”

Brax utters a growl so wild I feel my body go limp with need. Without warning, he picks me up and proceeds to carry toward the small alcove.

The area is full of oversized outdoor couches, perhaps extra seating for a long-since closed restaurant. Brax and I fall onto one of the couches and resume our urgent exploration.

But this time, Brax takes the lead. He hikes up my dress and slides my panties away from my body and down my legs. Just as eagerly, he slips first one, then two, and finally three fingers deep into my wetness, pushing me to brink without warning.

“I want you ,” I moan, even as his fingers tease my pussy.

“Come for me first, sweetheart, and then I’ll give you what we both need,” he whispers before he begins laving at my nipples once more. “I want to feel how wet you can get, baby. I need to feel your pussy on my fingers. Let go.”

His words, his teasing demands, the feel of his lips sucking my nipples are too much. I come wildly, my body arching against Brax’s fingers, my moans echoing across the sea. Even as I begin to whimper in ecstasy, he doesn’t stop rubbing me until I lay limp and panting, spent but somehow wanting more.

“I need you inside of me. All of you,” I tell him, feeling greedy now that I’ve had another taste of what another orgasm with Brax is like— my body has never felt more alive, my heart more open.

My words make him groan, his hardness pressing against his thin pants. He removes them quickly, his erect cock dangerously close to my still damp womanhood. I arch my hips toward him and teasingly pull away.

“Stop,” he growls, his voice thick with need. He pulls me against him. Flesh meets flesh but Brax doesn’t enter me just yet.

“Are you sure?” he demands, his eyes wild even as he fights to control his urges.

“Well, now that you mention it,” I say in a coy tone.

Brax eases back, thinking I want him to stop. But I shake my booty, skimming my hands against that hard rod.

“I want you to take me in the ass,” I whisper into his ear. “And this time, I want all of you inside me.”

He shudders, his entire body pent up with need.

“Morgan, I haven’t even fucked my knot into your pussy yet,” he says in an even tone. “You can’t fit this in your ass.”

“No, I can !” I whine. “This might be my last night with you, and I need it, Brax. Make me feel it.”

“It’s going to be tight,” he says gruffly, trying to protect me but struggling against nature.

I’m tired of him denying us both. I shove him back and flip over, pushing my bare bottom toward him. “Take me, Brax. Show me how it feels to have your knot inside of me.”

I look over my shoulder through hooded eyes and watch as he slides on a lubed condom from his pocket. He slides it over his full cock, the thin material straining to cover his bulge.

I shiver with anticipation as Brax rises to his knees behind me.

He moves slowly, easing the tip of his dick into my tight hole. I moan with pleasure and he stops for a moment.

“Are you okay?” he pants.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Take me, Brax. Put your cock into my ass.”

He heeds my cue, easing himself further into my bottom. Oh god, he’s big! I control my urge to wince at the fullness, straining to take him and at the same time, in a state of complete ecstasy.

“Morgan,” Brax moans. “Oh shit.”

I bite my bottom lip as I look back at him. “I need you,” I tell him, giving him the urging he needs to push us both further.

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.