Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Mine.” He kicks the door shut with his heel and pins me against the wall. “All mine.” His head sinks to the crook of my neck, and his tongue slithers outside it.
The soft, slick muscle sends a cool sensation of pleasure across my scorched skin. It glides up my neck, across my chin, and his lips settle around my earlobe. I howl out at the feeling, slipping further into my want—no, my need—for Knight.
“What do you think of my place?” The question comes between nibbles, licks, and kisses. It’s almost playful, and I suppose it makes sense since I can’t really see the place. Shrouded in darkness, neither of us has given any real thought to turning a light on.
And I suspect we won’t until we land in the bedroom.
“Ask me again in the morning.” Lost in my own little world, overwhelmed by just his lips against my neck, I almost can’t respond. I slip one hand over Knight’s shoulders, resting it on the nape of his neck to pull his head tighter against me.
Keeping me up against the wall for extra support, one of Knight’s hands slips away from ass. His hand slides up between our bodies, and he starts working his belt buckle free. Every twitch of his hand has his knuckles brush against my pussy, radiating pure, electric pleasure throughout my body.
Maybe we won’t make it to the bedroom, after all.
A short struggle results in Knight’s cock bouncing free from its confines. It hammers down against me, gliding over my panties as if magnetized to my promised land. Knight’s attention moves from his belt, under my skirt, and to the waistband of the white lace acting as the only barrier between me and him.
He tugs it down, as far as it will go with my legs hooked around his hips, and a haphazard moan rips out of my chest.
“Fuck,” rumbles out of his chest, with his manhood making contact with my wetness.
Pressing his full weight into me, allowing the tip of his manhood to prod closer to my entrance, Knight draws me into another kiss. His free hand traverses my body, eagerly stroking all the way up to my breasts as he pins me tighter against the wall.
My noises of pleasure, a mix of moans, grumbles, and whimpers, catch in his mouth. He devours them, basking in the intensity of the state he leaves me in without so much as trying. And with one more subtle sway of his hips, it happens. Unintended or not, the thick bulb of his cock bashes through my entrance. I let out a long moan, my head snapping to the ceiling with his overwhelming size filling me to the brim.
Restraint is the last thing on both our minds. His slow start of careful, calculated thrusts transforms into a mad thrusting until he’s slamming every inch in and out of me. Between the sensation between my legs, his mouth finding its way over anything it can kiss, and my tits being fondled, I can’t focus on any single piece of pleasure. They all culminate together into a heated explosion from my core, making me buckle and scream in the purest delight.
I can’t control my body as the orgasm hits me. My nails dig into his broad shoulders, legs kick, and tighten around his waist, and hips make awkward motions to try and buck into his thrusts.
“Your cock feels so fucking good.” Part dirty talk, part I never want it to end. But my attempt to drive him crazy with a few well-chosen words works too well.
Knight’s entire body starts to tense, and his motions become even more erratic than they were. Deep snarls rip past his lips as his hand on my ass starts to squeeze tighter than before.
He tries to speak, but the words get cut off by a long, guttural roar that echoes through the blackened apartment. And then I feel his release. Hot, gooey liquid spurting into my walls as he fills me with his seed.
His legs buckle, and together we tumble backward onto the floor. Frantic giggling from me and deep, hearty laughter from Knight mean no one got injured.
“You’re fucking amazing, y’know that?” Knight finally says.
“Hush.” I wink before lowering my head onto his enormous chest. “You’re gonna make me blush.”
“I bet you’d look cuter than ever, red as a tomato.” He brings a hand to the side of my head and slowly strokes my hair.
And if it weren’t for my face being buried against his pectoral, he’d be able to tell for certain.
EPILOGUE
KNIGHT
Three Months Later
“Come on. Spend the night with us,” one of two young men, hot on the heels of a young brunette, protests into the night. “You can spend the night at my place. Don’t need to worry about sneaking out.”
Another night on the job. Hidden among the shadows, I’m a silent sentry, awaiting my time to strike. Caution is a new tool in my repertoire, and one I’m quickly learning to hate. My best work comes from hot-headed aggression rather than slinking in the dark, but it’s that aggression that’s proven the downfall of so many before.