Page 17 of His Pretty Little Thief

It’s not even a question at this point, and I know it deeper than I even realize.

Knox Carmichael started as a stranger. He became a “mark”—a target, in a way. He became a man I hounded, and hunted, and tracked, and studied, all for this morally questionable job because I was desperate. But somehow, during that hunt, and while I was so fixated on him, that obsession turned into something else. And the moment we first spoke, and then the moment he first touched me? After that, it was set in motion. And when he kissed me for the first time?

Well, after that, it was a done deal.

Because somehow, as insane as it sounds, I’ve fallen for him. Maybe it’s madness, and maybe I’m a fool for jumping into him like this—and saying yes to marrying him, for crying out loud. But the more I try and tell myself it’s stupid, and crazy, the more I know it’s not.

The more I know how real what I feel for him is, even if we hardly know each other.

I yank him into me, kissing him wildly as I reach back with one hand and wrap my fingers around his cock. He groans as I pull him tighter to my ass, pushing back against him and whimpering at the huge feeling of his fat cock against my tight little hole. But we’re both so slippery with my cum and his, that already, I can feel myself slowly start to yield to him.

My hand slides up and down his cock, stroking his cum and mine over his length and making him slick with it before my hand slides to my ass. I spread myself for him wantonly, mewling in pleasure at the forbidden and new feeling. Knox grunts, holding me firmly by the hips as he adds pressure, and when I slowly—ever so slowly—start to feel my asshole open for him, my breath catches.

His hips rock, forbidden pleasure teases through me, and with a small pop, suddenly, his thick, swollen head slips into my ass.

I cry out, tensing as I gasp for air. But his hands are stroking my skin, and his lips are teasing down my neck, and when he pushes into me, the tightness suddenly melts into something wonderful.

I moan quietly, my hand tight on my ass, fingers digging into my skin as I push back against him. His fat cock slides into me—slick from my pussy and his cum, and as it sinks deeper up my ass, I let out a cry of pure, filthy pleasure.

“Just like that, little one,” he groans deeply, muscles clenching as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper. “Open up that naughty little ass for me.”

He grunts, sliding deeper until I can feel his heavy balls pressed tight to my body. I groan deeply, my ass clenching and squeezing him so fucking tightly as he throbs and pulses. He pulls back, easing out of me as I whine in pleasure, clawing at the sheets and reaching back to slide my fingers into his hair. With just the thick head of him inside, his lips find mine, and as he kisses me fiercely, he thrusts all the way back in to the hilt.

And I. Am. His.

I scream for more when he starts to fuck my ass harder, and deeper, his muscled body coiling against me as his hips meet mine. His fingers slide over my hip, down to my pussy, and when he starts to roll my clit as he thrusts in and out of my ass, I suddenly come like rocket without a single warning.

I’m still screaming for more and moaning like I’m possessed as he rolls us, pushing me down onto the bed as he mounts me from behind. I’m flat on the bed, his knees on either side of my legs and his cock deep in my ass as he starts to truly fuck me. I cry out, giving it all to him and begging him for more. His hand is between my body and the bedsheets, toying with my clit as he sinks his cock into my ass over and over again. His other hand slides into my hair, tangling in it and pulling it hard enough to make me come for him again, whining in pleasure as I flood his fingers and the sheets beneath us.

It’s primal, and animalistic, and after I come again, I start to lose track of my orgasms. All I know is, I’ve never in my life felt so dominated and so utterly taken, and it’s so good, and so fucking hot that I’m not even sure I can take any more. My cries and his fill the room, the bed slamming against the wall as Knox fucks my ass like it’s his, his fist in my hair and his fingers rolling my clit as everything else in the world just fades away.

I come again, shuddering in pleasure and gasping for air, when suddenly, I can feel his cock swelling up even thicker inside of me, and his grip on me tightening as a low growl rumbles from his lips. He thrusts into me, burying his big dick to the hilt in my tight, needy, naughty little ass, and he lets go.

I moan as I feel his thick, hot cum blasting into me, coating my insides and filling me up to the brim as he pins me to the bed. His lips find my neck, his teeth raking over my skin as he grinds into me. Shot after shot of cum empties into my ass before the both of us finally collapse onto the bed, gasping for air.

Knox rolls us, turning my head to kiss me slowly and tenderly as he wraps his big, muscled arms around me and pulls me tight.

“That was… fuck, Simone,” he groans quietly, kissing me. “That was perfection, beautiful.”

“Oh, that?” I grin lazily and happily, shrugging nonchalantly. “Just a typical Friday night with me, you know. Better hang on tight.”

He chuckles, grinning as he leans in to kiss me slow and deep, until I can feel it in my damn toes.

“Typical, huh? I hope I didn’t bite off more than I can chew.”

I giggle, kissing him back as he strokes my skin, holding me so tenderly, soothing me after the hardcore fucking of my life he’s just given me.

“I bet you can manage,” I say quietly as I pull back and lose myself in his gaze.

He smiles, leaning in to kiss my lips again as he slowly and gently pulls his cock free of me. I whimper as I feel the thick torrent of his cum drip from my ass, and I feel so completely filled and covered with him that it’s almost a head rush of pleasure.

“Come here, gorgeous,” he purrs, sliding from the bed and leaning down to scoop me easily into his chiseled arms. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

He kisses me again as he strides across the room, into his bathroom and the waiting shower.

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