Page 70 of The Knockout

I let go of her hair and drag my other hand over her head, gently thrusting my hips. “You okay, beautiful?”

Grace practically purrs around me as she works herself faster while I fuck her face.

“Don’t come, Grace,” I warn, and the fucking sound that rips from her throat is beautiful frustration. “Trust me, baby.”

She pulls her hand from her body and drags her nails up the backs of my thighs and over my ass. I close my eyes and remind myself I’m edging us both right now.

She pops off my dick and licks a long lazy path from my balls to the head, then takes me back down her throat, and I pull myself out of her mouth.

Fuck.

Something inside me snaps.

I lift her from her knees and toss her onto the bed with a bounce. “Are you ever going to talk about another man in front of me again, Gracie?”

She leans up on her elbows, and her heavy, lust-fueled eyes lock on mine. “There will never be another man. I only want you, god of war.”

“Fucking phenomenal answer.” I run a hand down her body and grip her hips as my mouth captures hers.

“Now you’re ready for me, baby.” I flip her over to her knees and smack her ass, leaving a bright-red handprint that I run my tongue over.

“Ares,” she moans my name, and goddamn, I like that sound.

“Damn. You look even prettier with my handprint on your skin, baby.”

Grace mewls and pushes her ass back into my hand. “More, Ares... Please.”

I drag a thumb through the wetness dripping down the inside of her creamy thighs, then push it back inside her, and she drops her forehead to the bed on a desperate plea.

“Ass in the air, baby.” My hand slides over her hip while I drag the thick head of my cock through her drenched sex.

She turns her head to watch me, and I push into her in a hard thrust, then pull out and do it again. Watching my cock disappear into her pretty pussy as a guttural moan rips from somewhere deep in my body.

Her lids flutter shut as she drops her head back to the bed.

“Eyes on me, beautiful. Watch me fuck you. Tell me how it feels.” I wrap and arm around her and pull her up to her knees, so her back is against my chest. Not a millimeter of room between us.

Grace slings an arm back and drapes it around my neck as I drag my mouth over hers.

My hands slide down her body and over her nipples. Tweaking them. Pinching them. Drawing every sexy sound I can out of my girl. Feeding my addiction. I drag them down to her waist and grip tightly as I control her body with each snap of my hips.

Grace arches her back, and I trail my tongue over her spine.

“I’m so close, Ares. I need to come.” Her voice shakes with such an intense fucking need, I want nothing more than to give us what we both crave, but I’m far from done with her yet.

I snap my hips against hers, holding her against me, worshipping her like I desperately need to. Fucking her slow and hard until her body sings and my muscles burn. Then I drag mylips over the shell of her ear. “Not yet, baby. Bad girls don’t get to comeyet.”

GRACE

“Ares,” I cry in devastation when he pulls out.

Until his mouth is on mine an instant later. Hot and hard. His tongue tangling with mine.

“Are you gonna be a good girl next time?” he whispers, and I purr with contentment as his words and his breath wash over my skin.

“Yes,” I whimper, trembling and so needy for him. For the release only he can give me.

“Lie down, Grace.”

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