Page 45 of Twisted Knight

“Fuck, India!” he roared as I swallowed around his cock. “I could die now. I’d die a fucking happy man.”

His words of praise aroused me even more, and I started to bob my head up and down with more fervor.

He began to buck his hips up and down, in sync with my bobbing motion. I stroked the root of his cock with my hands as I swallowed his shaft again.

Swirling my tongue around the underside of his head, I was riding my own pleasure at his reaction to my ministrations.

He bucked his hips faster, harder while groaning and moaning shamelessly, coming completely undone under my touch, letting go of all his guards and apprehension, becoming the raw, sexual man I had been eager to discover.

My suction became firmer with every downward stroke, and I couldn't help but start to moan too, showing him that I enjoyed his undoing almost as much as he did.

I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible. His cock was completely inside my mouth as his groans turned louder, his breathing more erratic. I closed my eyes as I grabbed his dick with strong suctions while fondling his sack.

"India… I can't hold it much longer…" he let out pleadingly.

I didn't answer but sucked him faster and made moaning noises, preparing to finish him off.

"Fuck, India, baby, you’re killing me."

His erection flexed as I focused my mouth and tongue intently on the head of his dick while tightening my grip around his balls.

His explosion came with a feral scream, and I bobbed my head up and down quickly, swallowing spurt after spurt of hot cum as it shot down my throat.

Completely spent and drained, he collapsed back on the bed as I lovingly stroked his thighs, his cock still in my mouth as his muscles visibly relaxed.

As I slowly withdrew, I gave the head of his cock a soft, little kiss, licking away the last remaining drops of his salty fluid.

I stood up and looked at him. He blinked a few times and gave me a side smile.

“Untie me. I need to touch you.” His voice was gravelly with the force of his orgasm.

As soon as I unhooked the belt, he grabbed me around the waist much faster than a man his size should do, and I squealed with surprise when he pulled me toward him and twirled so I was lying on my back and he was hovering over me.

“Thank you,” he rasped before giving me a chaste kiss. “That was… mind-blowing.”

I brought my hand up, cradling his cheek. “You’re most welcome. And see? You don't need to dominate to enjoy it.”

“True.” He pushed his leg between mine and pressed against my aching core. “But I prefer it that way.”

I smiled up at him and raised my hips, looking for the friction to help ease my arousal. “And I won't stop you from dominating me. I can even say I’m looking forward to it, but I just wanted you to see that you can enjoy sex without it.”

“It’s a first,” He traced my jawline with his lips. “This is you, India.” He nibbled at my ear. “I just needed to find you.”

His revelation left me speechless. How could he say things that went straight to my heart, awakening a desire so deep it hurt me?

“Now it’s my turn to have fun,” he announced before pulling my shirt up and taking my erect nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it while his hand trailed down my stomach and disappeared into the waistband of my sweatpants, straight into my panties.

I moaned as his cool fingers rubbed against my wet, burning core.

He let go of my nipple with a pop as he kept on rubbing me up and down, pressing against my swollen clit with each passing.

“You’re so wet.” He kissed me passionately, dominating all of me with his tongue. “Did giving me a blow job excite you that much?”

I nodded, unable to speak.

“Um, my naughty girl,” he cooed before grabbing my bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to make me feel it but not enough to break the skin.

I gasped as one of his fingers entered me slowly. I opened my legs wider, raising my hips shamelessly, seeking more.

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