Page 114 of Doomed
“Bend over,” he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I comply, my heart racing as I feel him move behind me, his hands rough as they slide my leggings down.
“That’s it,” he praises, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. “My fierce, beautiful warrior.”
The cool surface of the desk contrasts with the heat of my skin as Knox positions himself behind me.
“Never stop fighting,” he whispers in my ear. “Never stop being exactly who you are.”
His hands grip my hips with bruising intensity as he positions himself against me. The cool desk beneath my stomach contrasts with the heat radiating between us.
“I need you,” I gasp, glancing over my shoulder to meet his hungry gaze. “Now.”
Knox growls, low and primal. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me,” I demand, my voice stronger than I ever thought possible. “Hard. Like you’ve been thinking about while watching me train.”
His sharp intake of breath tells me my words hit their mark. “You have no idea what I’ve been thinking about.”
“Show me,” I challenge.
Knox reaches into his desk drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My breath catches as I realize his intentions.
“We haven’t done this since...” My voice trails off, remembering the Hunt, the other men watching, touching.
“Since I shared you,” he finishes, his voice dark with possession. “But now it’s just us.”
The cool liquid makes me gasp as he works it against my tight entrance, his fingers gentle yet insistent. I arch my back, offering myself to him.
“You liked it then,” he murmurs, working a finger inside me. “Tell me you want this now.”
“Yes,” I breathe, dropping my forehead to the cool desktop. “I want you there.”
Knox adds another finger, stretching me carefully despite his obvious need to be inside me. I push back against his hand, silently begging for more.
“So fucking eager,” he growls, removing his fingers.
I hear the rustling of fabric as he frees himself, then feel the blunt pressure against my prepared entrance. He pushes forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the intrusion.
“God, your ass feels incredible,” he groans as he sinks deeper.
When he’s fully seated inside me, I feel him reach for something else. My eyes widen as I see the dildo in his hand.
“Remember how full you were?” he asks, positioning the toy at my entrance. “How you came harder than you ever have before?”
Before I can respond, he slides the dildo inside my pussy. The sensation of being completely filled in both holes is overwhelming.
“Knox!” I cry out as an intense orgasm crashes through me without warning. I feel the rush of wetness as I squirt around the dildo, my inner walls clenching rhythmically.
“Perfect,” Knox praises, his voice strained as he starts to move inside me. “My perfect anal slut.”
The crude words only intensify my pleasure. “Your cock feels so good in my ass,” I moan, pushing back to take him deeper. “I’ve been thinking about this—about being filled like this again.”
I tremble with aftershocks as Knox thrusts into me, the dual sensations of his cock in my ass and the dildo in my pussy overwhelming my senses. Just when I think I can’t take any more, Knox grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks me upward. My back arches sharply as he pulls me against his chest, his movements never slowing.
“Such a good little cock slut,” he growls into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “So desperate to be filled with dick. Look at you. It’s beautiful the way your body yields to mine, the way it swallows my cock so greedily every time.”
I whimper as he twists the dildo inside me while driving deeper into my ass. The stretch burns most deliciously.
