Page 33 of Bought and Shared
I’ve never been alone with Knox before, despite the intimacy we just shared, and I’m instantly nervous and feeling awkward around the powerful warrior.
He doesn’t share my dilemma. Tossing his heavily muscled leg over my much smaller one, Knox drags me underneath his massive frame and buries his nose into my neck to pull in as much of my scent as possible. “Fuck me! That scent is unreal! I just can’t get enough of it no matter how much I breathe in.”
His scent does something similar to me. It’s raw and masculine like earth mixed with notes of leather and freshly brewed coffee. Just one whiff grounds me and arouses my libido as well. Knox starts rocking his hips against mine and my core clenches with desire. How can I want more of him after what I’ve just endured, what we’ve just shared? It doesn’t make sense, but I do. I crave him. Need him, just like he claims to need me.
“Mmmm,” Knox murmurs, nipping my neck gently. Strangely I want him to break the skin though he only grazes it. “You taste nearly as good as you feel, Aurora.”
My thighs, as though they have a mind of their own, slide open and pull back. The towering Voltan warrior swiftly slips between them and nestles against my juncture.
Since we’re both naked and slick from our recent joining, we glide and stroke easily against one another. I sigh, loving the absolute joy of his skin against mine. It feels like heaven, so it surely can’t mean I’m going to hell now, like my church elders claim.
“Is that tight pussy of yours still hungry?” Knox whispers into the shell of my ear, his arms curling under my body while his finger round over my shoulders.
This close, I can feel the tattoo of his heart against my chest and I’m spellbound by it.
“Maybe,” I whisper back, shocking even myself.
Knox’s eyes flame over with desire at my naughty words. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, and I’ll give it to you, Baby.”
“Please fuck me, Master,” I gasp, not caring if I’m the ultimate Jezebel for doing so.
I want this man inside of me. I long for his hands, as well as his seed, to cover every inch of my needy flesh.
Cradling himself between my hips, Knox shifts backward, then rocks gently forward. Without using his hands, he’s notched his cockhead along my slippery entrance. He doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size. Instead, he penetrates me in one rough thrust.Because I’m still soaking wet from his cum and mine, he barrels into my body with the speed and tenacity of a raging bull.
I cry out as my pussy aches to accommodate him. The sting and burn hurts so good tears prick against the lids of my eyes as I struggle to absorb the varied nuances of our union.
“You wanted this Voltan cock inside of you,” my master reminds me, “now you’re going to take all of it nice and deep until I fill this sweet little cunt of yours with all the cum it can take.”
I don’t fight it. My hips rise to join his, giving as much as I get because I want this. I want it so bad I think I’ll die without it. There is some magic happening between my two masters and me that I cannot explain.
Knox raises himself in a push-up position and begins drilling in and out of me like an oil rig. Our bodies slap together with a chorus of sloppy wet sounds as he fucks me hard. Oren returns with a fancy bottle at that moment, what I can only assume is the cream to help soothe my sore pussy.
“Well, I guess we can just save this for later,” he quips, as he sets it down on the nightstand. “You’re going to need it after we’re done with you.”
Smiling wickedly, he crawls in bed beside us for round two of the most amazing sex anyone could ever imagine. In my entire sheltered existence, I could never have conceived that it could be like this. Reaching out my hand, I grasp his swollen member and begin to pump it lovingly as I absorb the pounding that Knox is ruthlessly doling out.
The next morning, Oren has a surprise for me; he’s arranged for me to spend some time with Cadence, and I couldn’t be happier.
We meet up for breakfast in the base’s chow hall. The minute I see my friend, I throw my arms around her neck and give her a hard squeeze.
Cadence laughs as she hugs me back. “It’s good to see you, too.”
“How are you?” I ask earnestly, after pulling away.
“A little sore,” she confesses with a rare blush. “But otherwise, I’m fine. You?
“The same,” I say with an equally guilty smile.
Luckily, the cream Oren brought me helped ease the ache some. The way we’re going, we’re going to need a closet full of the stuff just to get through the week.
“I’m starving! Let’s get something to eat so we can catch up,” Cadence suggests, as we meander over to the breakfast line.
I try to ignore all the men staring at us as we wait our turn, but it’s a tall order. I really need new clothes. These skimpy slips are far too revealing, and, by the look of the men standing around us, garner way more attention than I’m accustomed to or comfortable with.
Taking our trays over to an empty table, Cadence and I take sips of our coffees between bites of our cream cheese-smeared bagels and fill each other in on what’s been going on in since we parted.
At some point in the conversation, we switch over to the topic of the bus accident. “There’ve been whispers amongst the other women that it wasn’t an isolated incident,” Cadence reveals. “People have been saying it’s a faction of men who hate the Voltan and the draft and are willing to do anything to get back at them.”
