Page 39 of Bought and Shared
Knox chuckles. “You want more, Baby?” When I moan my response, he states darkly, “Just remember, you asked for it.”
That’s when he really begins to hammer into me. Thrusting so hard, I have to brace myself against the elevator wall with all my strength so that my head doesn’t bang into it.
“I want to give you my knot so bad, it hurts,” Knox grounds out as he slams away at my center. “Is that what you want, Aurora? Do you want me to stuff you full of my cock and knot? To be owned completely by your Master?”
I do. I really do. “Yes, Master. I need your knot,” I whimper, as the evidence of his desire grows and begins to tease my tight entrance. “Please give it to me.”
“Not yet,” he says, teasing me by working his way right up to the thick ridges of his knot, but not squeezing it inside like I’m begging for. “You’re not ready for that, though I sure as fuck am.”
Enraged, I begin to wildly buck. I need his cock. All of it. Anything less is not enough. I’ll feel cheated and left wanting without it.
Grinding my hips against his, I try to stuff his whole cock and knot inside of me. I feel a burning stretch that causes the sexual haze to slightly lift from my lust-drunk brain, but it’s not enough to stop me from achieving my goal: him. All of him. Crammed deep inside of me.
Knox swears, pulling back before I can achieve my end. Squeezing his knot at the base, he simultaneously stimulates it while denying its entry into my needy channel.
“I can see you want my knot bad, Baby. But you can’t have it yet. It would hurt you.” He captures my thigh against his hip with his upper arm and spanks it to get my attention when I outright ignore his words and continue to grind my hips into his. “What you can have is the orgasm you’re chasing. Cum for Daddy,” he says, reaching around to my clit with perfect precision.
It takes me no time to go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. Stars pop behind my lids as I blast off into the heavens. Shouting, I spasm hard against Knox’s cock, trying to take in as much as he’ll allow me.
“That’s my girl,” he says, as he rides out the waves, ramming in and out of me. “But I know you’ve got another one to give me. You’re not done yet.”
His hips pick up the pace as he slams inside my squelching center. His grunts cause my body to instantly react. Somehow, despite how hard I just came, I want another bite of that apple. I need to cum again.
“Your pussy is so sloppy wet for me,” Knox grinds out, his movements so smooth despite how large he is. “I can’t wait to make my girl even messier,” he taunts, his fingers biting into the flesh on my tender thighs as he finds even greater purchase there.
Like a berserker, he begins to buck wildly, pumping as hard into me as my overtaxed heart does in my chest.
“Take it,” he commands, as he shuttles over and over on his cock. He reaches between my legs again and works my clit hard. “Cum again! Now!”
I’m a helpless butterfly caught in his massive web. Unable to fight him, I explode into another mind-blowing release.
My channel clamps around his cock with brutal strength which causes a chain reaction between our connected bodies. Bellowing, Knox rears back his head, shouts, and begins to shot-gun his cum into my hot, gushing, passage.
His unintelligible words are uttered in a foreign language as he jets his cum into my seizing core. Though I don’t speak fluent Voltanese yet, I know what they mean, because I feel what he’s feeling in this moment. The bliss. This peace. Our connection. It’s almost supernatural, it’s so strong.
It takes a moment for my body and mind to realign to the here and now. When it does, I realize I’m dripping a combination of my fluids and Knox’s onto the elevator floor.
Knox, reaching into his pocket, pulls out a wad of tissue and gently cleans me up. Fixing my slip back into place, he turns me around and gives me a soul-searing kiss.
“Were you heading back to our suite?” He asks without a hint of embarrassment over what we’ve just done.
“I was,” I answer, trying to adopt his nonchalant attitude toward intimacy.
Kissing the top of my head, he turns toward the electronic panel and flicks the red lever back in place.
Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he gives me a gentle squeeze. “I was just heading there myself. I’ll make sure you get there safely.”
I think the only thing I’m in danger of while heading back to our mutual rooms is experiencing another round of this man’s world-class orgasms.
As the elevator begins to move to the top floor, Knox leans down close to my ear and whispers, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you said earlier.”
My look of confusion causes him to expound on his response.
“I want to hear everything that was said to you and your friend in the courtyard earlier. Don’t leave out a single detail.”
In our flurry of lovemaking, I’d forgotten all about that. “Yes, Master.”
“Knox,” the big man responds.
