Page 37 of Mob Knight

No. It makes something real with Joey more appealing.

Joey steps closer to Deirdre, but she makes sure I can still hear her. My cock twitches at what she says. My hard on died when I saw Deirdre, then jumped back to life when I saw Joey in her bra and panties. It was at a frustrated half-mast with Joey near me, but Deirdre in the way. Now it hurts from how hard it is.

“Move or I will move you. I don’t care what you think, and I can’t wait for Cormac to punish me. I can’t wait to suck him off to make amends. He won’t touch you because you’re done, and he’s not a man to strike a woman in anger. I, on the other hand, have no limits.”

The way she says that last part holds even more innuendo than threat. Fuck, I want her alone. Joey looks around and wavesto a DM. The woman comes over, and Iknowher. She’s scened with Deirdre and me.

“Hi. This member is causing a problem. She’s speaking to a Dom who’s already made it clear he doesn’t want to speak to her. She has her own Dom and is interrupting my time with mine. Could you do something about it, please?”

The woman glances at me before turning toward Deirdre. Neither Joey nor I wait to listen. The moment Deirdre’s distracted, we step around the women and rush up the stairs. I point to a room that doesn’t have a light shining beneath it. It means it’s open. A red light means don’t interrupt. A green light means the people are open to voyeurism or having someone join them. We slip into the room, and I flick the red light as the motion sensors turn on the interior lights.

I pull Joey’s hand and spin her around. I trap her against the door, my forearms boxing her in. When she doesn’t move, my right hand wraps around her throat as I maul her. My kiss is demanding. Savage, even. I haven’t asked her about breath play, so my hand rests heavily on her throat, but I don’t tighten my hold. I grind my cock against her, and her moan intensifies everything. I sense her arms moving, but she hesitates before she touches me. Then her hands are all over me.

I press her so hard against the door, I doubt she can draw a full breath. My free hand brings her right leg up to my hip, allowing me to press my cock fully against her cunt. I want to fuck her not to get it out of the way in a flippant sense. I want to get it out of the way because I can’t think about anything else. Because I can’t wait to know what it’s like to be inside her. Because I can’t wait to show her my impatience, my need for her.

I reach into my pocket to grab one of the condoms I snagged while she was in the locker room. I wasn’t sure if she’d find something else she wanted to try before going to a room, so I wanted to be prepared. I’m not a guy who keeps one in my walletbecause I don’t do random sex. With it on my palm, I grip the back of her raised thigh long enough for her to feel and recognize it.

She slides her hand under mine and pulls it out. She’s tearing the wrapper while I unfasten my pants. By touch, we roll it down my dick, then I’m pulling aside her panties. Her pussy and my dick are magnets. I pull away before I thrust into her.

“If you want to wait, we will.”

“If I wanted to wait, I wouldn’t have put the condom on you.”

“Once we do this, you are mine, Joey. Your body, your pussy. They’re mine. I will do what I want, when I want because I can. I will fuck whatever part of you I desire, however I desire it. You will obey. I won’t share any part of me with anyone else. My body, my cock are yours.”

I told her I want a sub, not a slave. She understands this is dirty talk, but there’s more truth in it than I’ve ever meant before. I want her to be mine, and I want to be hers. I want her obedience when we scene, but I want to hear and know her thoughts or opinions about our sex life and real life. I want something beyond sex, and that scares the ever-loving shite out of me.

I know the wonderful lives my brother and cousins have with their wives, but I’m not convinced I’m ready for that. Just the mere fact I have a nickname for her throws me for enough of a loop.

“Thank you, sir. I am yours.”

Am I reading something into her tone? I must be.

I lift her, and she wraps both legs around me before I thrust into her. I rock my hips while I lift her up and down my cock. When she swoops in for a kiss, I let her lead. I want to feel how her desire matches mine on her own accord. Not because I make her respond. Not because I drive her to match my lust.

It’s the opposite of making her obey, of claiming her. The opposite of what I just described. If everything I’d said was the God’s honest truth, I wouldn’t allow this. I would dominate her. But I crave this in a way I didn’t know I could.

She cups my jaw, and I wish I’d taken the fucking mask off first. With an arm under her arse, I whip off her mask and toss it aside. We pull apart long enough for me to yank mine off. Then our lips fuse again. I carry her to the examining table—this is a doctor’s office themed room, hardly my favorite but was available—and perch her on the edge. I unfasten her bra, and she shimmies out of it, flinging it to the floor like I did our masks.

No longer needing my hands to support her, I sweep them over every part of her. I don’t stifle my groan as I savor inch after inch of her. She’s short, so it’s easy to reach all of her. As my dick surges into her over and over, I kiss her shoulders, her neck, her collar bones. I ease her back to lie down, so I can feast on her tits.

“Sir, may I come?”

“Yes. Don’t hold back,cailín. I can barely wait, but I’m not coming before you.”

“I want to get you off, sir. Tell me how.”

“Keep touching me. Let me feel your hands on me.”

I lean farther forward to kiss her lips again, and it makes it easier for her to run her hands over my back, shoulders, and neck.

“I’m close, sir. I’m going to come…Fuck!...I’m coming.”

“Me too, little one.”

I grunt, then shudder. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in—well, probably ever. I twitch over and over until I have no cum left to spend. But I don’t stop moving. I want to get her off again. With each thrust, I grind my pubic bone against her clit until I set her off a second time.

“Cormac!”

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