Page 93 of Laws of Love
Knox closed the distance between them. “I’m not fond of making you wait.” He pulled her into his arms and leaned down, lips next to her ear. “Or torturing myself.”
He walked them over to the bed, and Aiva gasped at the speed he turned her around and bent her over it. The sundress she wore was hiked up to her waist, and the distinct sound of her panties ripping filled the room. His fingers were on her pussy, feeling, checking, and he groaned when he found her wet.
“Always so ready for me.”
Aiva didn’t reply as he slipped two fingers into her. He thrust them a few times before stilling them, and she let out a whine. Knox chuckled, knowing exactly what he was doing, and it took everything she had not to fuck herself on his fingers. She did, however, sway her hips, moving her ass to get him to give her what she wanted.
His fingers moved again, immediately abusing that bundle of nerves inside of her, and she wondered if his superpower was how quickly he could find it. That mystic spot that selfish man swore didn’t exist.Selfish. Technically, that could describe her boyfriend when they had sex, but in a way that meant he took while also making sure she was satisfied.
Those fingers inside her sped up, crooked perfectly, and caused her to squeeze around them. To suck them in and get more of the delicious feeling, the enticing pleasure that coursed through her.
It wasn’t long before she was on the verge of cumming, and she fucked back into his fingers.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Cum for me,” he commanded, and Aiva did.
She moaned and bit her bottom lip as she came on his fingers, warm liquid pooling out of her onto his hand as she leaned her entire upper body onto the bed.
He pulled his fingers out, and she could hear him suck them into his mouth as she came down from her orgasm. She heard what she knew was the wrapper of a condom, and seconds later, he grabbed her hips, knees bent as he pushed in. One hard thrust that would have rocked her off his dick were he not holding her.
“Fuck,” she moaned.
He rotated his hips, her ass flush against him, to touch every spot. Which Aiva thought was pointless because he already was. He caressed the entirety of her pussy every time he was inside of her with each stroke. His grinding against her was sweet torture and went on for what felt like hours until he pulled out and thrust back in without warning.
Knox’s thrusts were deep and quick in how he fucked her. She knew it meant he was aiming to make them both cum, but once he had, the next round would be intense, a pushing of her limits because it always took him a light year to cum after the first time.
Their moans filled the room, his grip on her hips bruising. The rocking of the boat paled in comparison to the way he was fucking her. The way each thrust sent her up his dick before he pulled her back onto it, not willing to let it slip out, let her get away. The crashing of the waves played as the instrumental to their vocals, which was soon shattered by his phone ringing.
One of his hands left her hip, but he didn’t stop thrusting. The phone was silenced and tossed on the bed beside her. All but forgotten until it rang again. She glanced over and saw Mia’s name flash across the screen.
“Silence it,” Knox commanded, and she reached over as he fucked her to do so.
Their original soundtrack continued as Aiva focused on the pleasure she was receiving until his phone’s ring shrilled through the air again. He groaned, a deep thrust punctuating his irritation as the same name flashed across the screen.
Aiva picked up the phone and handed it back to him. “Just answer it.”
“If I answer it, I’m not stopping,” he told her. “I’ll keep fucking this tight little pussy, and I don’t give a damn if she hears us.”
She hesitated. Sure, Mia got on her nerves, and surely that was a little much, but something about him fucking her while he spoke to his ex-wife, Mia knowing that he was balls deep in her, and solidifying the claim she made, had the devil on her shoulder urging him to take the phone. She assumed nothing happened to Yas because she was staying with his parents, and they would have called.
Knox took the phone from her, pace never faltering. “What, Mia?”
Aiva couldn’t make out what Mia said but knew whatever it was irritated her boyfriend. He angled his hips, abusing her g-spot, and his grip on her hip tightened. She moaned deep in her throat; the sound muffled by the bed.
“My mom knows where to meet you, Mia. I told you that before I left.” Aiva muffled another moan, and Knox’s other hand came down on her ass cheek. “Nuh-huh. Let me hear you,” he demanded, grabbing thick natural curls and pulling her head up. The resulting moan she released was reminiscent of the ones she heard in porn that she used to swear were fake.
Aiva could hear Mia yelling this time but couldn’t make out the words. She had a good idea of what the other woman was saying and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
“You called me. Three times,” Knox stated. Mia yelled again, and it was quickly cut off by him saying, “Look, I answered your question. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m balls deep and trying to get my dick drowned.”
Aiva laughed as more yelling ensued before it was cut off and the phone was tossed onto the bed. Her laugh morphed into a moan as he gave her a hard thrust, leaning over her.
“I wasn’t kidding. Let me feel you cum on my dick. Drown it.” He licked the shell of her ear. “You want to do that for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes. Fuck yes.”
He released her hair, his hand going down to rub her clit, and it was mere moments before she was cumming, his name slipping from her lips as her pussy clamped down around him. Knox cursed, slamming in once more and holding himself there.
When he pulled out of her, she glanced at the phone beside her, surprised Mia hadn’t called back just to cock-block. It was then that she noticed she had called and texted, but he’d silenced her calls and notifications.
