Page 14 of Knight's Last Chance

Mine!

I trace my hand up her body as possessive thoughts plague my mind. Thoughts that want me to finally lay claim to this girl, breed her, and give her a ring before binding her permanently to my side. Fuck, I hope she’s not on the pill, because I intend to do just that tonight. I don’t care anymore what her brother might say or how this could jeopardize my position in the MC. Rhea is more important than all of that combined. This girl is . . . everything.

It’s tempting to give into the need to push my cock into her tight pussy and rut her into the bed until she’s screaming with pleasure and waking everyone in the hotel, but I remind myself that she is a virgin and I need to take it slow the first few times, but goddamn, she makes it so hard for me to grasp onto control.

“You make me so hard, baby,” I tell her, rocking my stiff and aching cock against her inner thigh, but I quickly shift before I am tempted to drive my shaft into her pussy without adequate prep, but fuck is it hard! “I’ll make you mine tonight. No one else is allowed to touch you after me.”

“Yes,” she whimpers when I start licking my way down her body, dragging my tongue over her swollen nipples. Her chest trembles, and she cries out when I close my mouth around a tight bud, sucking wetly at the pebble before releasing it to move to the next. I kiss the soft valley between her tits, grazing my teeth over her belly even as I push her thighs apart.

I suck in a sharp breath when my eyes connect with her pussy, pink and wet, glistening against the light. It’s so succulent, my mouth waters with the need to taste her again.

“Mine,” I growl deeply, the sound rough and feral. I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, eyes on Rhea when I do so. “You belong to only me, Rhea. I will kill anyone you let touch you.” Another kiss. “I will tear them to shreds if they so much as look at you in a way that I don’t like.” Gentle nip. “You’re mine!”

“Yours!” she sobs, her back arching when I dip my head and lick the wet valley of her pussy in one long sweep, swiping her sweet and tangy arousal onto my tongue. She grows wetter as I watch, and that only fuels me more as I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She cries out, rocking her hips against my tongue and chasing her pleasure. My cock drips endlessly onto the bed, and I resist the urge to rub it against the soft material, unwilling to come just yet.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Rhea,” I growl against her pussy, flicking my tongue over her pulsing bud, and she gasps, grabbing my hair and nearly pulling out the strands. She wraps her thighs around my head and lifts her hips, trying everything she can to pull me closer to her pulsing sex.

“Knight . . . Close,” she gasps, her movements becoming fevered when I kiss her clit and suck the pulsing bud into my mouth, making her thrash on the bed under me. She climaxes with a sob, her pussy pulsing as I work her sex through the orgasm, and I realize I am quite literally at the edge of my control.

She is still trembling when I climb up her body. Her eyes are glazed and her head is thrown back as I brace on one hand on the spot above her head before reaching for my cock with the other.

“Need you,” I grind out, leaning down to brush my lips over hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She gasps against my lips when I guide my cock to her pussy, stroking the head of my shaft through her arousal.

“Knight!” she whimpers when I begin to work my cock into her entrance. “Too big.”

Maybe, but she’s tight too. So fucking tight, I almost blow, and I’m not even an inch inside her. I force in long breaths to calm myself, but it’s an impossible task. My balls are drawn tight, ready to blow at any given second, but I refuse to come like some teen during his first time. I am thirty-four, a grown man!

“It’s okay, baby,” I say through gritted teeth, grabbing her thigh and lifting it to my hip before driving into her and tearing through the thin barrier of her innocence in a single move. A roar slips from my mouth, and it takes every last bit of control I can summon not to spill my seed into her womb. Her tight walls are locked around my cock like a vase, pulsing hotly around me, and it takes me a solid minute to get my bearings before lifting to look at Rhea. Her eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and she blinks them away with a smile when she sees the horrified look on my face. “Rhea . . .”

“I’m fine,” she promises, but the tears in her eyes have me frozen in place.

“Are you okay? We can stop if it hurts—”

“No,” she sniffs, her hands going to my waist and gripping tightly. “I . . . I mean, it hurts a little, but . . . I . . . I like it.”

My brows draw in confusion. “You like . . . pain?”

“No, that part sucks.” She giggles, her eyes slightly dazed. If I hadn’t spent the entire evening watching her, I would have thought she is drunk. “I love everything else. I love feeling you inside of me, please don’t stop.”

Fuck!

This girl wrecks me.

The need to give her more sends a dark and obsessive feeling growing inside of me. My eyes darken as I plant a forearm above her head and rock my hips gently into her, helping her adjust to my size. My eyes stay locked on her perfect brown ones as I withdraw my cock before slamming back into her with such force, it moves her.

“Knight!” she cries, her eyes going wide and lips parting in shock. I watch in satisfaction as her eyes roll with pleasure, and that is all the encouragement I need before drawing back and pumping into her again and again. Her pussy pulses around me as her nails dig into my skin when I start driving into her in rough, unmeasured moves.

“You were always watching me from that bedroom window of yours,” I say, wrapping an arm around her thigh and pressing my cock impossibly deeper into her sex. “How many times have you touched yourself thinking of me?”

“Oh!”

Her back arches when I shift the angle before slamming back into her. “Tell me!”

“Many . . .” she sobs as I slide my cock in and out of her wet pussy, “so many times.”

“What did you imagine, huh?” I lean down and brush my lips over her neck, nipping at her earlobe. “Did you dream of me climbing through your bedroom window and into your bed, then claiming you while your brother sleeps down the hall?”

“Oh, God!”

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