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“I’m going to pull out now,” he said, a low growl rising from his throat. “And I’m going to push back in. Breathe, princess.”

I did as he instructed, bracing myself for his movements. But surprisingly, when he slid into me the second time, I found that the burning had subsided and only pleasure was left.

“Fuck. Move, Knox. Please.” I moaned, throwing my ass at him in encouragement.

“That’s it.” Leaning down, he dragged his teeth over my ear as he set a dominating pace that left us both gasping for air, our body slick with the heat of our passions. “You’re so good. So, so good. Hmm.”

Reaching between us, I placed a finger on my pulsating clit, but Knox pushed my hand away, replacing it with his.

“That’s my job, princess.”

With his hand and cock, Knox drove me to unimaginable heights of pure pleasure. The sound of his pelvis slapping against myass echoed throughout the room and when he flicked his finger against my clit, I rocked into him, tremors shaking my body as my orgasm overtook me.

Knox gave one last thrust before pulling out and spending his seed all over my back. My eyes fluttered and our heaving breaths mingled. Falling over, he covered my body with his, placing a soft kiss on my neck.

Hours later, when my body had healed and my tingling had stopped, that one kiss and the butterflies it evoked in me were all I could think about.

Chapter twelve

Knox

So, one week ago, I fucked Nina.

I know, I know. It was probably the craziest thing I’d done, but damn if it wasn’t worth it.

After weeks of thirsting and lusting after her, I finally got to taste her. I really should be ashamed of myself. If only I could find the shame. It’d been seven days, and I still hadn’t had enough. How could I be ashamed when every morning—and night—I had her spread out before me like a feast fit for a king, and took everything she offered until she had nothing left to give? When her passions were so ripe that I could feel how strongly she experienced every tremor, how every orgasm threatened to consume her?

Truth be told, I was starting to see her differently. She wasn’t just Nina Burton, the naïve rich girl with no sense of self-preservation. She was Nina Burton, my current obsession, and the woman whose body I couldn’t stay away from.

Of course, this was just a casual arrangement. The fact that I didn’t feel shame didn’t mean that I shouldn't. Nina was my little sister’s best friend, and I shouldn’t be messing around with her. If Lindsay found out, things might get ugly. No matter what she said, she was still getting over the jerk who was too dumb to see that Lindsay had actually done him a big favor by going out with him. I didn’t want to pile more things on her.

There was also the fact that I was almost a decade older than Nina.

I tried not to give that detail too much thought, especially at times like this, when I had Nina spread out under me. Her red hair sprawled around her head like a curtain, accentuating her oval face. Beautiful emerald eyes stared up at me and one arm gathered around her full breasts, pressing them together, causing them to jiggle with every thrust I made.

She looked every bit like my new nickname for her: a princess.

Nina’s eyes fluttered as her head threw back. “Knox… I’m close.”

“Don’t even think about it,” I told her with a grunt, taking my finger away from her clit. “You will not come until I say so.”

Her legs were already vibrating. “Knox.” Nina’s voice flew an octave higher, and I knew she couldn’t hold out for long. Diggingmy knees into the mattress, I rammed into her at an unrelenting tempo, feeling an intense build up in my abdomen.

“Knox!”

“Not yet,” I growled, circling my hips inside her, trying to drive her as crazy as possible. “Not fucking yet.”

Her walls clenched around me so tightly that all the air in my lungs expelled. A shot of pleasure zapped through my body, and I was grunting a deep, “Now, princess. Come now,” as I hurriedly pulled out of her and sprayed my cum all over her stomach. It occurred to me to get condoms, but the thought of fucking Nina with a barrier appealed little to me.

“Jesus,” I breathed, crawling off the bed to grab a shirt. With it, I wiped the mess I made on her body, tossed it in the heap of laundry I needed to do, and jumped back into bed, pulling Nina into my body.

How did the saying go again? The one about the forbidden fruit being the sweetest?

Nina was still spasming while I held her. This had become a routine for us; after sex at night, we’d cuddle a little just because Nina liked it. She didn’t explicitly say that, but that first night, I’d woken up to her curled up next to me. And when I wrapped one hand around her body, she melted into me.

Much like right now.

“Are you okay?” I asked her softly. “Did I go too hard? Are you sore?”

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