Page 113 of GAF Factor

“Anything good?” I asked, looking over at her as I kicked off my shoes and took off my coat.

She shrugged, a look of panic coming over her face as she tried to come up with an answer. “Uh…just something about wildlife.”

“Like the nature channel?”

“Uh…yep.”

I grabbed the remote and flipped the TV on. “Let’s check it out.” I shifted my arm behind her head and pulled her against my chest as I flipped through the channels. Not surprisingly, we didn’t get the nature channel—whatever that was.

“Hmm. It doesn’t seem to be available.”

“That’s odd,” she murmured, fidgeting with the blankets. “Maybe it was something else.”

“Well, you have been under a lot of stress,” I reminded her.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you need some more sleep,” I said, holding back a grin, knowing she would kick my ass if I made her sleep anymore.

“I think I’m good.”

With one swift move, I laid her on the bed beneath me and pressed my growing cock against her warm pussy. I knew she was wet for me, even if she was sore and in desperate need of a break. My lips skimmed over her nose, brushing against her eyelids and her cheeks.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I ground out, thrusting my hips against her. “Fuck, I can’t go another minute without your warm pussy wrapped around my cock.”

“Knox,” she said breathlessly. “What?—”

I nipped at her lip, drawing it between my teeth. “What’s that, baby?”

“What are you—” She gasped as I slid my hand down her belly between her legs. Fucking soaked, just as I suspected. I thrust two fingers inside her, careful not to be too rough with her since I’d already worn her out enough over the past few days, I fucked her slowly, watching every flutter of her eyes, every stilted gasp, every fucking time she murmured my name.

I was a fucking goner.

I pulled my fingers out, mesmerized as her eyes flew open and she stared at me in confusion. With a devilish smirk, I slid both fingers into my mouth, moaning at the taste of her on my lips. Fuck, she was amazing.

“Too much? Need a break?”

“Wh—what?”

I sat up, getting off the bed as I adjusted myself. As I turned, I grinned to myself. She popped up, staring at me incredulously.

“What are you doing?”

I turned to her with a frown. “I don’t want to wear you out. I’ve been all over you the last few days. Not that I can help myself,” I said, letting my eyes trail over her breasts. Fuck, she was a sight to see. This was the problem. No matter how many times I told myself she needed to rest, I found myself unable to hold back. She was just so fucking tempting.

“Knox,” she growled. “You don’t get to start something with me and then walk away.”

“Baby, I wasn’t walking away.”

“Yes, you were. You just?—”

“Wanted you to ask for it,” I finished, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“You were what?”

“You heard me.” I stripped off my pants and tossed them to the side, then pulled my shirt over my head. Her eyes caught on the thin trail of hair that started at my belly button and led down to my cock. I got hard every time she followed it, and when she touched it, I nearly exploded. Her curiosity always got the better of me.

What would it be like to have her tie me up while she explored every fucking inch of my body? Could I handle that? Could I take having her hands on me, but not being able to touch her? I was willing to test my limits, but that might be pushing it too far.

---