Page 64 of Mob Knight

“It doesn’t go one way.”

As I stare into his gaze, something is different. I feel it in his touch, and I hear it in his voice. I can’t name it, but I think I feel it too. I don’t know what changed or how he knew.

“You’re so damn tight, little girl. You’re going to squeeze the cum out of me. Can you be a good girl for me and do that?”

“Yes, sir.”

I guess we’re back to our roles again.

He shakes his head. Maybe not.

“Joey, we’re equals in this. Tell me what you want. Anything.”

“Just you.”

That’s the truth. I want him more than my next breath. He fills every part of me.

He grunts and slams into me over and over as I tilt my hips to him. Our gazes don’t waver. Tonight is unlike any I’ve ever experienced. I’ve fucked plenty, but this is like a spiritual awakening. Everything we’ve shared since the moment we arrived. It’s all led to this moment.

We built a lot of trust with what we’ve shared here. I don’t know if he feels the same, but it’s as though he’s imprinted onto me. Maybe I’ve been reading too many shifter romances or something. I’m romanticizing something that may not exist, but my mind’s convinced.

“Are you close, Joey?”

“Yes. So close…I’m almost there…I’m about to come.”

“Good. I can’t last.”

“Come in me, Cor. Fill me with your cum.”

I know he has a condom on, but he gets it from the gleam in his eyes. He surges into me two more times before I scream.

“Cor!”

He’s right there with me as he screams my name, too. “Joey!”

My body trembles as I pant. I cling to him, frightened by the intensity of what just happened. It was nearly the sensations of breath play, but he wasn’t anywhere near my throat. He lifts me and walks to a basket with sub blankets, ones to wrap around subs when they finish a scene. Subs often sweat during scenes from the strain, so when it’s done, it can suddenly feel like the room’s freezing.

He wraps one around me and another around himself. He takes us back to the tantra lounger and reclines. I nestle against him, my head on his chest, eyes closed. He runs his hand up and down my back while the other pats my ass. It’s beyond soothing.

After a couple minutes, I feel more like myself and pull away. But his embrace tightens, and his hand puts my head back against his chest. I’d had my arms folded between us, but I wrap them around him. I feel his shuddering sigh. I tighten my arms and legs, and his entire body relaxes. I hadn’t realized it could. It’s not like he’s gone soft—not even his dick—but I don’t feel the tension I didn’t realize was there because of his muscular build.

My heart melts as my left hand runs over his ribs, then up to his chest. I tilt my head back and nudge his chin. I pray he’ll kiss me, but he doesn’t. When I gaze up at him, he nods. I start the kiss, and it’s fucking bliss. I wish I knew what he thinks and feels.

“Joey, will you come home with me tonight? Or if you’re not comfortable with my place, then a hotel where there’s security and a front desk staff. I don’t want to let go of you yet.”

I push up to look at him without my head being at an awkward angle. “Do you invite women to your place?”

“Never. You’re the only one.”

“Is this just for tonight?”

“I don’t know. I hope not. Can we talk about whatever this is in the morning? If you still want a contract, then we can draft it.If you want to come to my place during the week and weekends, we can do that. Or I have a vacant rental we can use.”

My blood freezes.

You stupid idiot.

I rear back and am ready to climb off him until I truly see his expression. He’d practically whispered the offer. I can’t describe the way he looks as anything short of anxious. The longer I don’t respond, the more I witness him retreat. He nods and moves to sit up.

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