Page 29 of Knuckles

“Mmm, but you need someone to wash your back.” He slid hands down to cup my ass. “Hard to reach spot, that.”

“Quit trying to get me into the shower with you,” I scolded against his lips, even as my body melted against his and I darted my tongue into his mouth with a contented sigh. I loved kissing this man. Loved sex in every form we’d explored. “We have thirty minutes before people start showing up, and I know what happens when we shower together.”

“Thirty minutes is plenty of time,” he growled. Knuckles deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth over and over. Tasting. Tempting. I loved every blistering second of it.

“OK,” I panted. “You convinced me.”

“That’s my girl.”

Knuckles lifted me, urging me to put my legs around his waist as he carried me to our bedroom and the attached bath.

He kicked the bathroom door shut behind us, his mouth never leaving mine as he set me on the counter. The hard edge dug into my thighs, but I didn’t care. Not when he was pushing my shirt up, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. And his mouth.

“Beautiful.” He lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth. The scrape of his beard against my sensitive skin made me gasp, my back arching to offer more of myself to him.

Impatient, Knuckles yanked the shirt over my head before fastening his mouth around one nipple and sucking strongly. I cried out, keeping my legs around his hips to hold him to me and threading my fingers through his hair.

The shower was completely forgotten as Knuckles worked his way down my body. He spread my thighs wide, his eyes darkening at the sight of my bare pussy. “Fuck, Hannah.” His breath spread moist heat against my bare mound. “You’re already wet for me.” He stroked my wet folds with one finger before sinking two fingers inside me.

“Always,” I cried out on a whimper. “All you have to do is look at me.”

His answering smile was predatory before he leaned in, giving me one long, slow lick from entrance to clit. My head fell back against the mirror with athud, a moan tearing from my throat.

“Twenty-five minutes.” He winked at me before burying his face between my legs.

I’d never get enough of this man’s mouth on me. The way his beard scratched against my inner thighs in an erotic rasp as his tongue worked magic between my legs had me seeing stars within minutes. My fingers tightened in his hair as my body tensed, that familiar pressure building low in my belly.

“Knuckles,” I gasped, my hips rocking against his face. “I’m gonna --”

He growled against me, the vibration sending me over the edge. My orgasm hit me like a detonation, sudden and sharp. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over me. Before I could even catch my breath, Knuckles was standing, unfastening his jeans and shoving them down his hips.

“Can’t wait,” he muttered, positioning himself at my entrance. “Need to be inside you right fucking now.”

I nodded frantically, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “Yes, please.”

He thrust into me in one smooth motion, filling me completely. We both groaned at the sensation, my walls still fluttering from my orgasm as they stretched to accommodate him.

“Fuck, Hannah.” He pressed his forehead against mine as he settled inside me. Then he fucked me. Hard.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my body stretching to accommodate him. No matter how many times we did this, the initial penetration always took my breath away. Then when he rode me… It was teeth clattering. Mind-altering. And I loved every fucking second of it.

When he couldn’t get the angle he wanted, Knuckles pulled out of me, lifting me from the vanity and spinning me around. He shoved me down so my tits were mashed against the counter. I looked into the mirror at the brutal expression on his face. This man needed me. He loved fucking me and I loved the fuck out of him fucking me.

I felt his hand shake against me as he hurried to guide himself back inside me. When he found my entrance and shoved inside me, we both cried out.

“So fuckin’ wonderful!” I whimpered, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Knuckles’s big body shuddered around me and my pussy pulsed in response. So did his dick. It was a vicious cycle.

Once we’d both adjusted once again, Knuckles fucked me with feeling. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he established a punishing rhythm. The bathroom counter wasn’t the most comfortable place, but, oh my God, I wouldn’t change a thing! I loved watching his face as he lost himself in my body. It was almost better than the orgasms he gave me without fail.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom as Knuckles drove into me relentlessly. I met his gaze in the mirror, mesmerized by the raw hunger in his eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

I slid one hand between my body and the counter, finding my clit and circling it with practiced fingers. The dual stimulation -- his cock filling me and my fingers on my clit -- was overwhelming, and I felt myself hurtling toward another orgasm embarrassingly fast.

“That’s it, baby girl.” His pace quickened. “Give it to me.”

My second orgasm hit me even harder than the first, a scream tearing from my throat as my inner walls clamped down on him.

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