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My eyes drop back down to the Kindle, and curiosity replaces some of my irritation. There were a lot of highlighted quotes in the chapter, and I’d only read like ten pages. All of them were about that knot thing, which I can only surmise is a special doodad at the bottom of the guy’s cock that helps knock the woman up. Though it seemed like the chick really liked it, so maybe it’s more of ahis and her pleasuretype deal.
Is it a sex toy? An upgrade? Like a Cock 2.0, or is it an expansion pack?
Picking the Kindle back up, I glance at the hallway, making sure Shiloh’s still tucked in her room. Finding the door closed, I look back down at the open book. Indecision flits through me for all of five seconds before I’m clicking the back arrow, taking me to her library.
It’s just research,I tell myself;it’s for Shiloh.
Four hours later, I’ve found every single one of her highlighted passages in her saved books, and I’ve come to a very interesting conclusion.
Shiloh Huxley has an unbelievably intense breeding, knotting, and stuffing kink. Yes, that last ones a thing.
My girlfucking lovescum. Love’s reading about cunts being stuffed so full of it that it’s dripping down their thighs for hours. Loves the idea of their pussy’s being so full of seed that there’s no way they aren’t getting knocked up. Shiloh highlightedhundredsof quotes about being bred and knotted, which I now have a pretty good understanding of.
My girl likes when men talk filthy, and by that, I mean straight-upnasty. I even found myself adding some of the quotes to the notes section of my phone because they were so fucking hot. I wanted to make sure I remembered to say them to my girl when I stuff her full of my own cock and cum.
Soon.My already aching and throbbing cock pulses in agreement. I’ve been hard this entire time. I honestly don’t understand how women read shit like this with pants on. God, do they read it in public? I would die. Straight up, die. I’d be fucking my fist in a public bathroom like a pervert if I tried to read these books out in the wild. I’d be walking around with a nine-inch boner pressing against my zipper all day.
The whole time I was reading, thought after thought of me filling Shiloh with my cum circled around my brain. Before, it was like a craving. A desperate, twisted idea that I’ve had from the first time I saw her. A way to keep her locked to me for life. Me and me, alone.Mine.
But now? Now it’s like a visceral need. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get my cock and cum in her pussy soon. I need her so fucking full of my seed that there won’t be any doubt or question who she belongs to.
Groaning, I close out of the book I’d been reading and pull up the one Shiloh left off on, so she doesn’t know what I’ve been up to. I drop the device on the coffee table and pick up my phone to check the time. Fuck, it’s after midnight. Shiloh’s still asleep, and it’s safe to say she won’t be eating dinner. I move to get up and clean the kitchen when a thought crosses my mind.
If Shiloh likes the idea of breeding so much, does that mean she wants a baby? Is she aching for a family as badly as I am? And what about this whole knotting thing? Almost every book she had contained dudes with knotty cocks in them. Is that something she needs? Something my cock’s not capable of?
A burning fire fills me instantly at the thought of her finding someone else who can do what I can’t.No. Not happening. Shaking my head, I open the search engine on my phone and look upknots.The search comes up with millions of knitting and craft results which makes no sense, so I try again.
Knot Sex
Hundreds of book recommendations pop up, and not for the first time tonight, I consider buying my own Kindle. Exiting the search, I ignore the thought, putting it off until later as I continue my hunt. Search after search comes up empty. Thinking about the types of books with knots in them, I remember most of them had these things called shifters in them. A lot of them were wolves.
Knotted wolf dick.
Holy fucking hell.
I may or may not lose twenty minutes of my life looking at fanfic art of wolves with big, weird-looking cocks railing hot women.
My head is a very confusing place right now, but my dick seems to be solidly on board.
Groaning, I try one last time, hoping this last one works. If it does, it means I still have a shot.
Knot Sex Toy.
Bing-fucking-O.
Hell yes. An hour and hundreds of dollars later, I’m filled with renewed excitement. In 1-3 business days, I’m going to make my woman’s knotty fantasies come true.
Chapter Thirteen
“Goodmorning,Babydoll.”Smiling,Logan sets a full stack of pancakes on the kitchen island next to a steaming cup of coffee. I stumble over my feet, my brows furrowed as I take in the scene before me. Logan, the big, hairy, muscled lumbersnack, is shirtless and making me breakfast.
He’s shirtless.
Logan is shirtless and not wearing a shirt.
I think my brain is misfiring.
No. I think it’s broken. My eyes are caught on his chest. On the miles of light skin covered in freckles and a dusting of red hair that trails over his perfectly sculpted six pack, leading down…down…
