Page 92 of Vicious Knight

I haven’t had sex since I first met her. Before that I’d only gone a few weeks because I was keeping my eye on my uncle.

Now my dick feels like it only wants her.

Like sex isn’t sex unless I fuck her.

I take another drag on my joint at the same time she rolls over and the sheets slide from her breasts and down her legs, showing off her puckered pink nipples in the moonlight.

The sight hardens me up again, and when she shuffles onto her side, revealing her pretty pussy, I decide I’m done waiting.

I put out the joint and make my way over to her, my cock hanging heavily between my legs.

I give her ass a squeeze, and her eyes open.

She lifts her head to look at me, her hair falling over her face and her lips pursed in an erotic porn star pout.

“Ready again, little deer. Are you sore?”

Her cheeks flush. “I’m okay.”

I grin back at her, knowing that even though I left her raw, she still wants me.

I flip her onto her back, so I can watch her while I pound into her.

She gazes up at me, her eyes searching mine, still trying to figure me out. I want to wish her good luck because no one has ever been able to do anything close.

I never let anyone that close to me. Not even those I claim to trust.

“Spread your legs for me.” I could do it myself but I want to watch her obey my every command.

She spreads her legs and I savor the sight of her soaking pussy.

I dive in, my tongue pushing deep inside her, licking and savoring her arousal.

She doesn’t taste of innocence anymore. Now she tastes like temptation. Like feminine desire and all the things that could make a man go crazy.

This is the sort of sinful temptation that would compel a devious fucker like me to burn the world to ashes for one kiss from her.

“Thorne,” Ivy breathes out my name, which always sounds so glorious on her lips. “I’m coming.”

“Then come for me, malen'kiy olen'.”

She does, and I take pleasure in the fact that I barely touched her and she came. It means she needed me just as much as I needed her.

I drink up her arousal as it flows out of her, then I suck on the hard nub of her clit, making her arch her back and rub her pussy over my face.

I take one last lap of her clit before I guide my cock to her slick opening and slam into her pussy, impaling her.

We both groan out in pleasure and her inner walls clamp down on me, welcoming me home.

I grab her hips so I can pound into her and fuck her the way I want to. Brutal and reckless, rough and restless, cruel and relentless.

The walls of her pussy are thumping against my length, and she’s slick and hot around me.

I drive into her. Thrust after thrust. And she’s goddamned glorious, writhing against me.

She comes on my dick again moaning her pleasure, making me harder and hungering for her even more.

I pull out of her and flip her onto her hands and knees. We haven’t done it like this yet. I’ve been obsessed with watching her face as she comes for me.

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