Page 119 of Knight

He slides it down until his finger reaches my folds, pressing it against my swollen nub. He smirks and I know why. “You’re already wet. So I doubt there’s a problem here.”

“Wait,” I say, his lips brushing mine. “Your car is one thing, but we can get in serious trouble here.”

He smirks again. “You know that’s half the fun.” His fingers rub my clit and when I let out a moan, that’s enough for him to push a finger inside me. The feeling of his cold long finger feels amazing and when his hand presses against my clit, I’m a goner.

Taking a step back, he looks at my face, like he’s studying it into memory. I know the drill, looking into his eyes as he makes me his with every move of his finger. He plays me like his favourite instrument, one he’s perfected and I don’t want him to stop. With another look down the alley I reach for his pants and he lets me, his girth already thick and hard inside.

“Fuck, Rowland, I want you so bad,” he groans when I take his warm length in my hands. Our bodies close together, lips on each other makes it easy to stay warm. “And I’m going to have you. Right here.” Flipping me around my chest hits the brick before cold air whooshes over my ass. He pulls on my hair and I know the animal’s back to play.

I fucking love this game.

A hand comes to the soft cheek of my ass, the smack echoing in the alley. I’m not worried about standing here in public. That sound could be anything but when he slides into me, his cock filling every inch, the moan I let out is undeniable. “Oh! God!” His hand comes to my mouth and it only drives me crazier as he thrusts hard and deep. When those hands come to my waist, I’ve already forgotten where we are. As far as I’m concerned, as far as I can feel, it’s just me and him.

“I can never get enough of you,” he groans, each thrust needier than the last. He pulls out, taking a second before he pushes back into me, hard and deep. “Never.”

My breath is hot against his hand, his palm sweaty when it mixes with the cold air. He doesn’t give up when I moan against it and he keeps going. “More!” My demand land on his palm. I’m begging him not to stop. Begging him to keep going and he does.

“That’s right, beg,” he grunts, his pace getting more frantic, his movements more relentless.

“Harder!” I’m unleashing the fiend and he gives me what I ask until my eyes widen and I’m shivering in his arms. I reach that delicious, sweet climax, another moan escaping my lips. One he can’t hide because he’s coming too. “Don’t stop!”

I want to feel him, his cock throbbing inside me, his hard, strong release. “Fuck!” His loud, animal-like growl gives his orgasm away, so does the explosion of warm fluid inside me. It mixes with my juices and the incredible feeling I get when it drips down my thighs has me wanting more.

“Holy shit, Rowland,” Damien pants, turning me around to face him. His lips land on mine while he pulls up my jeans. “Let’s get you home so I can clean you up.”

The sound of a police siren comes from the end of the alley, my eyes widening.

Shit.

Blue and red lights cast colourful shadows on the wall and before I can get my jeans buttoned, a light shines on us.

“What’s going on here?” A man’s voice echoes off the alley walls. The officer won’t take his light off us but Damien’s as cool as a cucumber, stuffing himself back into his pants, fixing his hair.

“Officer, I’m Damien King and if you don’t get that flashlight out of my face I’ll sue you for harassment.” The cop tilts his head back, laughing into the air and when he looks back at us, Damien’s holding out a wad of cash. “This is my last offer to save your career.”

The light goes off and he approaches Damien, taking the cash and counting it.

“Everything alright down there, McClain?” Another officer calls from the end of the alley.

His flashlight goes off, and he scoffs before looking at us and turning around. “Yeah, some dumb kids.”

“Fuck,” I let out a breath when I see them drive away, my heart racing from both Damien and the police. I’m not even surprised The Grove police are easy to buy off. I’ll be happy if I never have to deal with another officer again. “I thought—”

Damien comes in front of me, cutting off my sentence with a kiss. “I told you. I got you. Always.”

I look down at my boots before meeting his eyes, “How much did you give him?”

“Two grand.”

“Two grand?!”

“Worth it,” he chuckles, kissing me again.

We make our way down the alley, hand-in-hand before it hits me. “Wait, did you make the same deal with those detectives?” Is that why they backed off?

He smirks, keeping his eyes on the path. “Let’s go find your sister and get you girls home before you tempt me into another round.”

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