Page 113 of Stay with Me

I rub her back as I beam with happiness. I never thought that bullet in my back would lead to everything I’ve ever wanted. I take her lips again and start to move for my bedroom.

Shoving my hands into the back of her panties, I knead her cheeks. I savor the feel of my woman in my arms. When I slip two fingers between her crack, reaching for her center, they come away soaked and wet. I groan and lick her lips.

Gently, I place her on the edge of the bed. The look of trust pouring from her gaze swells my chest. I love this woman so much.

Removing my drenched jeans, I keep my eyes on hers. I kick them and my boxers to the side. Dropping to my knees before her, I bite my lip in anticipation of her taste as her soft moan fills the air.

“I haven’t touched you yet, baby,” I chuckle.

“Please, I need you to.”

I’m not going to deny my woman anything she pleads for. I peel her panties down and toss them. She’s bare to me from the waist down.

“Turn over. Ass up and in my face,” I demand.

She moves quickly to her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Her glistening pussy in my face like an offering. Palming her ass cheeks, I marvel at the sight.

I nip the left cheek, then the right. The arch of her back drives me to bring her more tortured pleasure before I dive in for the gold. I coax her legs further open and dip my head to suck on her inner thigh.

She rocks her hips, greedy for more. Still, I take my time marking what’s mine. When she starts to play with her clit, I knock her hands away.

“I’m in control here. Wait for it,” I say.

“Knight,” she whimpers.

“I’m going to take care of it. Relax and enjoy, gorgeous.”

Moving to her other thigh I mark it as well. Her inner thighs are covered when I sit back on my heels to admire my work. My marks on her dark skin make me so fucking hard, I have to grit my teeth to calm myself.

Parting her folds with my long fingers, I give her just what we both want. She’s so slick and sweet. I feast on her like it’s my first meal in years.

“Knight,” she cries out. “Yes, please, yes.”

Her hips rock against my face, and I love it. I make love to her pussy with my tongue. When she tries to run, I chase her down and bring her back upright to devour her some more.

“Mmm-mm,” I hum into her as her juices coat my face.

When her pleas for a reprieve ring out, I chuckle and slap her ass. I lick the sting away and lift from my knees. Swiftly, I palm the base of my cock and guide my way into her wet heat.

“Knight.”

“Rem,” we call each other’s names in unison.

I bite my lip and throw my head back. She feels so good. Better than I’ve ever known. I don’t know if it’s because she’s finally admitted to me that she loves me or if it’s because she’s having my baby. Either way, she feels incredible.

I don’t move fast. I want to savor each stroke. Slowly, I glide a hand up her smooth back, letting my nails bite into her skin.

“Look at me,” I say huskily.

She turns to look over her shoulder and our eyes connect. I continue to stroke her slow. At least, I do until she moans and starts to squeeze her walls around me. I lose it.

I don’t know whether I want to keep thrusting or gyrate to get all in them guts. So, I do a bit of both, tagging that ass.

“Ah, you feel so good. You feel that. You feel how hard you have me,” I grunt. “I’m going to tear this shit up all night.”

Rem gushes all over me, but it’s her words that blow through me and make me crazed with possessiveness.

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