Page 159 of Hard Knot

She smiles —a wicked, knowing smile— as her hands trail up my thighs. When her fingers wrap around my length, my breath hitches, my body reacting to her touch as though it’s been waiting for this moment forever.

Her grip is gentle at first, her fingers massaging up and down my shaft, teasing me as her thumb brushes over the tip. Precum pools there, glistening under the dim light, and she hums softly as if admiring her work.

“Beautiful,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

Her words send a shiver down my spine, and I groan her name, the sound rough and strained.

“Elizabeth...”

She smirks at my reaction, leaning forward until her lips are just inches away from my cock. Her breath is warm against my skin, and she lets it linger, her teasing intentional and maddening.

“Patience,” she whispers, her tone dripping with amusement.

I don’t think I can be patient anymore, but before I can say anything, her tongue darts out, flicking lightly against the tip.

The sensation is electric, sending a jolt straight to my core.

Shit…

She takes her time, her tongue tracing lazy circles around the head of my length before trailing down the shaft, her lips brushing against me with deliberate care.

I’m trembling now, my hands gripping the armrests so tightly my knuckles turn white.

“Fuck,” I groan again, my voice thick with need.

Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the way she looks at me — like she’s completely in control — makes my chest tighten. Then she finally takes me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around me with a warmth that makes my vision blur.

The first stroke is slow, and torturous, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside as she takes me deeper. She pulls back just enough to tease me again, her lips sucking lightly at the tip before she dives back in, setting a steady rhythm that leaves me gasping for air.

“Elizabeth,” I groan, her name slipping from my lips like a prayer.

Her pace quickens, her mouth working me with a skill that borders on sinful. The tight, wet heat of her lips is overwhelming, and every time she moans softly around me, the vibrations send another wave of pleasure through my body.

My breathing becomes ragged, my chest rising and falling unevenly as she takes me deeper. Her hands grip my thighs, steadying herself as she moves, and I can feel the tensionbuilding in my core, coiling tighter with every stroke of her tongue.

“Fuck, Elizabeth,” I pant, my voice strained. “You’re going to?—”

She hums in response, the sound muffled but intentional, but how it turns me on in such a way, I’m pushed over the edge.

My body tenses, my hips jerking slightly as the tension finally snaps.

I climax with a shuddering groan, my release spilling into her mouth in hot, pulsing waves. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t hesitate, her lips still working me as I ride out the high.

When it’s over, she leans back slightly, her lips red and glistening as she looks up at me. She doesn’t say anything, just opens her mouth slightly to show me the result of her efforts — a gesture so bold it leaves me speechless.

“Don’t swallow,” I murmur, my voice still shaky from the intensity of my release. “Come sit on my lap and kiss me.”

Elizabeth’s smirk is nothing short of wicked.

She rises with the kind of fluid grace that only a dancer possesses, her hands lightly brushing against her thighs as she moves. Without breaking eye contact, she straddles me again, lowering herself onto my lap.

The moment her lips meet mine, it’s chaos.

Our kiss is messy, her mouth warm and slick as we share what she’s kept, the exchange sloppy and maddening. It’s primal, raw, and I couldn’t care less about finesse. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she can’t get enough, and my hands grip her waist, holding her tightly against me.

By the time we break apart, both of us are gasping for air, our foreheads pressed together as we try to steady ourselves. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and I know I must look just as wrecked.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my breath uneven. “I never thought I’d find someone willing to try...these kinds of things with me.”

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