Page 121 of Devious Knight

I press my hands to his chest while he pushes his pants and boxers down his hips.

His massive cock juts free, and my eyes snap wide. He’s bigger than I could ever imagine. Big and long and so erect precum has beaded at the tip of the head.

This is it. We’re doing this.

“Don’t look so scared, Lolita.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

“Yes, but the good kind of hurt.” He plants a soft, brief kiss on my lips. “The kind where you’ll want more and more. And I’ll give it to you.”

He lingers before my lips, his fingers gliding over my throat. I’m mildly aware of his free hand caressing my waist, then gripping my hip.

The next thing I feel is the head of his cock pushing against my entrance. He forces his way in, and it hurts. I wince, closing my eyes from the pain.

“Eyes on me, Lolita. Look at me.”

I obey, keeping my eyes on his bright blue gaze. Then, in one ruthless stroke, he thrusts inside me.

I cry out from the pain. Pant with shallow breaths as it sears into me like hot burning coals. It feels like it’s going to tear me open then shatter everything inside me.

“Oh God.” It hurts so much the pain forces tears down my cheeks.

“Shh. Stay with me, baby.”

Kade pushes harder into me, and I’m shocked when I realize I’m wet. He moves past the pain, going deeper, deeper, deeper until he’s buried to the hilt and I feel so full I can hardly breathe. My body responds to the sensation with greed, wanting more of it with twisted wantonness.

And he gives it to me.

He starts a slow, steady pump, easing the pain away until pleasure floods my body and blazes over my skin. Then we become fire and gasoline, igniting with every thrust.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pulling me closer. “You’re so fucking tight and perfect.”

He speeds up, short-circuiting my mind, then he starts fucking me hard up against the wall.

Kade dominates every inch of my body, leaving me utterly helpless.

He goes deeper with each thrust, tunnelling into me. Pleasure rockets through me, severing my mind from reality.

He is what I needed. This with him—only him. I just didn’t know it.

Or rather, I was too afraid to taste the darkness. I still am. But I’m doing it now regardless of what happens next.

“I want to see that ass of yours,” he groans, then he pulls out of me and turns me to face the wall.

My hair falls over my face as he grips my ass again and plunges back into me from behind. This position feels even better. When he starts pounding into me, hitting that secret place of me that feels everything, my body goes up in flames.

My lips part in a silent cry as I grasp the wall, trying to hold on to something, but I’m met with the flat surface. A chorus of mindless moans pours out of me, mingling with his groans and the sound of our bodies slapping together.

I can’t believe we’re doing this. That I’m doing this with him. That I gave myself to him. And here. At the art studio in the dead of night.

The thoughts drain from me once more when I come. It’s not like before. It’s different having his cock inside me, pounding into me and sliding back and forth over my clit.

Kade pulls out of me again and turns me back to face him, but this time, he picks me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him.

When he slides me back down the length of his cock, he pins me to the wall again and continues devouring me.

I’m caught in a trance as his cock ploughs inside me, dazed by the energy rippling all around us like a million stars.

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