Page 120 of Knights Game

I’ll have that arse one day. Fill her everywhere.

I turn off the water and find her standing breathlessly naked and so fucking gorgeous in my room. The temptress is impatient, stalks across the room, bared to me, stops and tilts her head.

I could swim in her baby blues.

She reaches to the hem of my black jumper and lifts it. Her warm palm touches my skin as she lifts it over my head and drops it, our gazes never breaking.

It’s a change in pace for us. It’s slow and sensual. The build-up so much more. We barely touch, but both of us breathe heavily. I run my hands up over her creamy soft skin, over her waist, to her amazing tits, running my knuckles over her hardened nubs. Her breath hitches, she bites her lip to suppress the moan. And I grin, the cat that’s about to get all the fucking cream.

She pulls the belt from my jeans and unbuttons them; removing the material that is keeping her from what she wants.

My cock springs free, pre-cum leaking. She wraps her hands around the base and runs up my smooth length. Hissing, I press my lips against hers, my hands reaching into her hair and pulling out the band, letting the wild locks run free.

Wrapping my hands around her arse, I lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips in a vice, and I walk us back to the bed, easing her down and gently sliding in.

Tight, warm, fucking heaven.

“I will never get bored of this.”

I drop my head to her neck and smell her tantalising, addictive smell, and kiss her pulse, nipping and biting. “You feel fucking amazing, Layla.” I pull out and gently ease back in, desperate to make this last, desperate to milk every ounce of pleasure from her. “Every. Single. Time,” I say as I thrust slowly into her.

Her legs remain in a death grip around me as I ease back and forth at a leisurely pace, my dick hitting the right spot each time making her keen my name.

“You’re so beautiful.” I kiss her slowly as I rock, back and forth.

Back and fucking forth.

Her back arches pulling me in, her hips undulating in rhythm to mine. We are in sync; her pussy walls clench my cock that has my eyes rolling back in my head and a deep growl building in my throat.

Fucking perfect.

“I’m close,” she moans, I don’t want it to end, I don’t want to finish, I want to stay buried in her for eternity because she brings me quiet and calm. “Luca.” She pleads on a cry, and I kiss her with urgency, my tongue diving into her mouth as my pace quickens, she clenches and screams as she explodes around me and, fuck me, I can’t hold it. She milks my cock and my come fills her as I thrust deeply, riding out our orgasms as I grunt out in pleasure.

My arms are incapable of holding me up any longer, and I bury my face in her neck.

She wraps her arms around me, her fingers running circles over my back.

And the last of the tension evaporates.

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Layla

“I think I’m stuckto you. My legs are dead,”

“My very own Layla limpet.” He lifts up on his forearms and I immediately miss the weight. He rubs my nose with his and places a kiss on my forehead. “That was—”

“All right I suppose.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t suit you, sunshine.” He grins, his dimple showing in all its glory.

I unwrap my legs and he slowly pulls out and falls next to me. I turn, his hand reaching over and moving my unruly hair out of my face, touching my bruised cheek gently in the process.

“I hate that you have a mark on your beautiful face.”

I kiss his palm. “Bruises fade. And besides you’re going to kill whoever hurt Grandad.”

“You have my word.” He kisses my nose. “I’m a very dangerous man.”

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