Page 36 of They Love Me Knot (Starsfalls Omegaverse #2)

Her pussy tenses and flutters around me, and I know she’s close. I need her to come again, to milk the come out of me and pull it deep. I want to be as deep inside her as I can go.

Daphne lets out whining moans with every stroke, and I hold that position, gripping her thighs to pull her back and forth on my cock. I memorize the sight, knowing I’ll think of this every time I ride from now on .

One more hard thrust pushes Daphne over, her pussy clamping down on me, squirting with each pulse of her orgasm. I push deep as her orgasm pulls mine out, cock jerking as I fill her full of come until I have nothing left to give.

I admire my view, her dress around her waist, heart-shaped ass out, her legs spread, and my cock buried in her pussy. My eyes travel up to her breasts pressed against my bike, her head gently resting on the front. Her wrists are still tied, arms limp.

Daphne’s pussy flutters around me still, holding tight like she won’t let me go.

I don’t want to part either. I brush my hands up her stomach, petting her everywhere I can reach.

She’s breathing hard, and I just want to cuddle her now. As I catch my own breath, my mind comes back online, doing more complex computing than simply how to make Daphne feel good and fill her with as much come as possible.

My brain finally throws up an error message, saying we shouldn’t be doing this here. I look around, realizing we just fucked in the middle of a parking lot.

I straighten up to get a better look, fortunately not seeing anyone nearby and no police officers coming to arrest us.

I pull out of Daphne, causing her to let out a little whimper, and almost thrust back in again. I keep myself in check, but it’s hard.

Slick and come gush out, falling on the bike and sliding across her skin.

As much as I enjoy the sight of my come covering my kitten, I don’t want any strangers seeing it.

I lower her onto the seat and tug her dress down. I make sure Daphne’s stable before letting go to untie her hands and sit her up, putting the straps of her dress back in place to cover her chest.

I gently massage her wrists, kissing her cheek and nuzzling her. Daphne’s head lolls against my chest, body limp as I maneuver it.

I let her rest against me as I put myself away and zip my pants. Thankfully the dark fabric hides the fact that they’re half drenched in slick. I don’t mind that. I’d prefer they were fully drenched, but I should try to keep us decent while we’re in public.

I check to see if Daphne is recovered enough to hold herself up, but she flops immediately when I try to separate us.

I keep an arm around her and open the storage box, digging under the helmets to pull out some handkerchiefs.

I clean Daphne up as much as I can with her sitting on the bike.

“Can you stand up, kitten? So I can clean you,” I coo in her ear.

Her head falls against my face. I’ll take that as a no. I chuckle into her hair.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I try again. “Can you move, kitten?”

That gets a small moan out of her.

“If you cooperate, I’ll give you a treat,” I coax.

Daphne whines louder.

I put my arms under hers and lift her up. It seems like she tries to help but then gives up and goes limp.

I set her on her feet and hold her upright while I wipe off her legs and clean the seat as best I can. I leave the slick that dripped onto the lower part of the bike, happy to have her slick marking it as hers, just like me .

When I think we’re all as clean as we’re going to get, I let Daphne sit on the bike and crouch in front of her.

She looks a bit more alert now, though her eyes are half-lidded, and she’s blinking slowly.

“Good job, kitten, you’re all clean now.”

“I’m not clean,” she says in a small voice.

I frown. “Sure you are,” I tell her firmly. I hope she’s not regretting what we did.

“No, I’m not clean everywhere .”

She lifts the hem of her dress and spreads her legs, pussy close to my face.

“Kitten,” I growl.

“Yes?” she asks innocently, but her breathlessness gives away her game.

I slide my hands up the outside of her thighs.

“We’re supposed to be leaving before we get called out for indecency,” I say determinedly, but I don’t break eye contact with her pussy. I watch as some of my come trickles out, and from this close I can smell fresh slick.

“I don’t want to get your bike all messy again though…” she whines.

With a growl, I dive in. Rubbing my face against her curls as I nuzzle her clit, sticking my tongue in as far as I can reach. Our tastes mingle together as I clean my come out and Daphne moans, which I can mainly tell by the vibrations since her thighs are clamped tightly around my ears.

I squeeze her ass as I eat, alternating deep licks and shallow tonguing. She’s pulling my hair and thrusting against my face.

I tease her other hole with my fingers as I play with her pussy. Daphne whines loud enough that I hear her through my earmuffs, and I rub through the slick to work my thumb inside. When I get it in, she pushes my head into her pussy so hard I’m not sure I’ll be able to find my way out.

Luckily, I don’t want to.

I tease her like that, in and out, while I tongue-fuck her for long enough that she comes twice.

Daphne’s legs fall away from my face, body twitching from the aftershocks. I leisurely lick her thighs clean.

I pull my head out from under her dress and hold her steady as I stand up.

I kiss her, lips pliant under mine. When I push my tongue against them, she opens willingly so I can share our mingled taste. I rub my tongue along hers so she knows how delicious we are together.

I tilt her head back and deepen our kiss, still unable to get enough of her, but eventually force myself to stop.

After I clean us up again, Daphne still looks out of it. While I’m pleased I satisfied her this well, I really should have waited until we were somewhere safe. For once, I’d like to get Daphne into a bed where we don’t have to rush.

I hug her close, petting her hair, and she snuggles into my chest, her hands loosely clutching my pants. My cock throbs, but I ignore it. I am not fucking her again until I get her somewhere secure.

Definitely not.

She rubs her cheek against my stomach, and I feel her hot breath fanning over me.

Very much not doing this again out here.

My cock can stay hard all it wants, but I’m not taking it out until it’s safe.

To distract myself and work on getting us out of here, I pull my gift out of the box and look it over once more. I think she’ll like it, and I know it will look great on her, but I can always get her a different style if she’s not into it .

I put my arm behind my back.

“Kitten.”

Daphne whines in response.

My lips twitch, and I tug gently on the back of her hair.

“I have a gift for you, kitten.”

Her body tenses, but she doesn’t sit up.

“A gift?”

“That’s right. If you’ll be a good kitten, you get a gift, and I’ll take you somewhere we can get more comfortable,” I cajole.

“I can be good,” she says eagerly, finally sitting up on her own.

I laugh. “Oh, so now you can be good?”

Daphne looks up at me and nods, a sweet smile on her face.

I steal a quick kiss and take a small step back to see if she can sit by herself. She’s a little unsteady, but stays on the bike.

“Are you ready?”

Daphne nods impatiently, staring at the arm hidden behind me.

I hold the gift out, and Daphne’s eyes light up. She snatches it from me almost before I see her move.

I quickly move closer, worried she might fall, but she’s still sitting pretty.

“You got this for me?” she asks wonderingly, turning the helmet around in her hands to admire it.

“Yes, just for you, kitten. Do you like it?”

The pastel pink motorcycle helmet ended up matching her dress tonight perfectly.

The little cat ears on it reminded me of a curious cat, and I can’t wait to see how it looks on her.

The full-face helmet has a dark visor that will obscure her face, just like mine, which I’ve always thought was a fun tease.

“I love it!” Daphne squeals and jumps at me, interrupting my fantasizing.

I catch her with a laugh, the helmet knocking into my back as she hugs me, legs tight around my waist.

“You like the style? I can exchange it for another if you don’t. This helmet is highly rated for safety and will keep the sun and wind off your face, all while you look as cute as can be.”

“It’s perfect! Thank you, Feliks,” she says into my neck.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur into her hair.

I rub her back and palm her ass, but quickly stop so I don’t get sidetracked.

“Do you want to try it on?”

“Yes!”

Daphne climbs down, and I help her get the helmet on right, making sure her hair is out of the way. I leave the visor up for now so I can see her expression.

“How does it feel?” I ask hoarsely.

As I thought, she looks like an eager kitten with the ears sticking up. Maybe I should have given this to her earlier in the evening…

She pats the helmet, feeling up the ears, before grinning at me. “It’s great! I like the cocooned feeling, like being in my nest.”

She dances a little on her feet.

“I’m glad you like it. You’re the cutest kitten I’ve ever seen.”

Daphne blushes shyly, like I wasn’t just inside all of her holes.

I hold the helmet still so I can angle in to give her a kiss .

When I pull back, I check her eyes to see how alert she is. She seems better now than she was a few minutes ago.

“Do you want to try it out? Think you could hold on, or should we get a car?”

“I can do it! I’ll hold on.”

“If you’re sure. We can always do this another time, kitten, when I haven’t worn you out.”

“I want to do it now,” she huffs, stomping her bare foot.

“Alright, well let’s get your shoes back on first.”

“Oh, right.” She looks down at her feet, her strappy little shoes having been flung off during our tumble.

I find one under the bike and the other in the grass at the edge of the lot.

Once her shoes are in place, I pull on my jacket and stow the shreds of my shirt and our desserts in the bike.