Page 139 of Cruel Knots

“You’re so tight, fuck!” he groans, suddenly slapping my ass.

A gasp escapes me as I try to keep my balance.

Half my dress hangs from my body while the other part is bunched up around my hips as Leon thrusts into me. The mere idea of someone coming onto the scene is enough to make my insides throb harder.

“You’re going to make me lose control,” Leon growls, thrusting hard and fast. Leaning in closer, he bites my earlobe.

My walls clamp onto his throbbing cock, loving the heat and friction of his every thrust. Throwing my head back, I revel in the feeling of having him inside me. His pheromones waft into my nostrils, heightening my pleasure.

“Leon,” I cry out, losing all control. Waves of pleasure crash over me, drowning all my senses. My body trembles with the force of my climax.

Leon pulls me tight against him. One hand squeezes over a breast while the other splays over my stomach as he continues to thrust into me.

Heat flows through my veins, heightening my pleasure. My moans mix with his breathy groans as we mash our bodies together.

All the while, music continues to play outside. People talk, laugh, and dance, absolutely unaware of what’s happening behind a curtain in a lone corner of the room.

“I’m so fucking close,” he grates through clenched teeth, thrusting into me like he’s stabbing my pussy repeatedly.

Hard moans escape me as each thrust hits me at that delicious angle, spreading shivers of pleasure throughout my body.

He bites into my shoulder as the force of his orgasm takes over him. Stabbing into me with one final thrust, he shatters.

White-hot liquid gushes deep inside me as his body shudders against mine. His mouth clamps over a spot on my neck while his hands hold onto my hips tightly as he rides his pleasure.

He slumps against me, pushing me into the wall as he breathes hard, still staying buried inside me.

“I can never get enough of you,” he whispers in my ear and presses a kiss against my neck. Pulling out gently, he steadies me on my feet.

Still breathing heavily, I crab-walk to the ottoman and sink into it.

Leon zips up his pants and runs his fingers through the locks of his red hair.

“I hate how perfect you look right now,” I mutter, pulling up the straps of my dress.

Moving toward me, he helps me fix my dress. He’s about to pull the skirt down when he suddenly stops.

That’s when I notice the warm stream of thick liquid streaking down my leg.

“Here, you go,” he says, handing me his handkerchief.

“Get me some paper napkins,” I say not wanting to ruin a perfectly good handkerchief.

He lets out a huff and shifts closer. Loosening the folds, he uses the cloth to wipe my leg. Keeping his gaze on me, he mops my soaking wet pussy too.

“Thanks,” I say, feeling my cheeks burn. “I can take care of the rest in a bathroom or something.”

“Are you sure?”

I nod and stand up, letting the skirt of my dress fall gracefully over my legs. “How does my face look?”

“Red and sweaty.” He grins while I frown at his comment.

“I’ll go to the restroom right now,” I mutter.

“Hurry back,” he says, sinking into a couch. The plush chair is too small for him, so his legs end up dangling from the armrest. “I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

A smile comes to my lips. “Be right back!”

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