Page 55 of Knight

“Do as I say.” His voice is as sexy as his face when he speaks, biting his lip when he finishes his words. When I start shimmying off my skirt, he lets out a deeper grunt, his hand on his shaft through his pants. “Slow.”

It’s easy to follow his direction with his gaze on me like that. Like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. I’ve always thought my body to be nothing special. Average rack. Average, square, boyish figure. My legs look long and awkward but when he grabs his cock as I unbutton my shirt, it looks like he’s not thinking about any of that.

As if to confirm my thoughts, he says, “Fuck. You’re fucking beautiful.” Then he growls, “I’m going to devour you. Then, I’m gonna fuck you like you did kill my dad.”

His crude words don’t spoil the moment and before I can say anything, he’s pulling off his shirt. It reveals that hard, muscular body to me again. One I crave. One I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I met him. He’s coming closer, like a predator who’s cornered their prey. He stops by the bed, stroking his cock as he pulls a condom from the black dresser drawer across from us.

“Play with yourself,” he orders. “I wanna see you spread for me.” Watching him roll the latex over his thick, long cock makes his request all the easier and I move my fingers slow like I’m putting on a show. It feels good when he directs me, like it’s his fingers and I let out a moan before he growls, “Fuck, that’s hot.” There’s sweat on his brow, his cheeks reddening even more when he demands, “One finger. And keep those pretty eyes on me.”

I do, staring at him with a fuck-me smile and he lets out a long, “Fuuuck.” In an instant, he’s dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed, pulling me towards him with one hard tug. There’s no hesitation when his tongue slips between my folds, right on my slick clit. His saliva mixes with my juices and god, it feels like home, comforting and satisfying as my legs wrap around his head.

Holding him there, my body bucks against his face while his hands grab the soft skin of my ass. The hungry lashes of his tongue feel like flames on my insides, abs and thighs contracting when he pushes his tongue inside me. Riding Damien King’s face is intense ecstasy. A trip that I never want to get off.

When he’s had enough, he climbs on top of me, pulling my face to his so I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s easy when he pushes his shaft inside me, already wet by his touch and his mouth and I let out a long, loud, “God … yes!” It’s like relief. Like full spiritual healing when he bottoms out deep within. He starts slow but the minute my nails dig into the skin on his back, he turns into a raging machine. His cock pulses inside me, hitting my walls with every thrust and it’s like he wants to feel every bit of me. And I want the same. Every inch. Every vein.

“Fuck, Jo.” Damien’s lips land on my neck. His hand wraps around my wrists, keeping my arms above my head. He’s so deliciously dominant. It’s like he wants every part of me for himself with the way he drills into me. He’s a miner digging for gold, and the way the bed thuds against the wall with each hard push, he’ll find it.

I’m enveloped in his smell, the scent of our sex adding to my inebriation. I’m deep in his hold and I don’t want to let go. “I’m stupid for giving this up,” he groans, pulling a leg against his chest, throwing it over his shoulder. It helps him fuck me deeper. Harder. My nails sink into my skin, his force making me want to grip anything, my tits bouncing with every push. Every thrust. “So fucking stupid for letting you go.”

I can hardly respond, my body in blissful shock. “Wh-what?”

“Suck.” He sticks a finger in my mouth, his hips working in overdrive, pushing harder. Deeper. Faster.

Fuuck.

I’m squirming under him, my eyes forcing closed when the room starts to blur. His grunts mix with the sound of our skin slapping together and when he says, “Look at me, Jo,” I meet that sexy gaze in his eyes and it makes me explode. All over his cock.

“Fuck!” I cry before my teeth sink into his shoulder and it only riles him up more, fucking me harder like if he stops, so will this moment. I’m seeing flutters. Fireflies and fireworks as my body contorts under his thrust like it’s a goddamn exorcism and I’m possessed by his cock. My orgasm rides like a wave into another until Damien’s coming too, his groan in my ear.

God, I missed this.

I missed him.

He finishes as I’m coming down from orgasm number two. Then … we lay there, his body by my side while we catch our breaths.

The room gets quiet, the only sound left from our moans, thuds, and cries is our breathing as the dust starts to settle. My heartbeat still races when I fear the moment’s over. I’m starting to feel like I’ve given into something I shouldn’t have. Total sex guilt. Like a fiend.

That’s before his arm comes around me, pulling me onto his chest. “Don’t move,” he says, his long arms tightening on my waist.

So I don’t. Not that I want to.

Listening to his heartbeat, I’m feeling the best I’ve felt in a long while.

And it’s all because of Damien.

* * *

He’s still there when the sunlight breaks through the half-opened curtain.

Still has his arms around me, his heart beating against my back.

The clock on the nightstand reads seven o’clock, my thighs and ass sore from the rest of our night.

I didn’t expect last night to happen. I know when Damien and I get together there’s a blazing fire that’s hard to put out. But, last night was eye-opening. And leg opening but I have no regrets.

At least for now.

A cloud moves along, the sun shining brighter into the room and that makes me realize I’ve got an achy head. Nerves bubble inside me as warmth engulfs me, Damien’s arms tight around me like I’m his discovered treasure.

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