Page 41 of Anyone But You
Knox’s calloused fingers slid into my braids. His grip was tight, possessive, and unrelenting—like he never wanted to let me go—like I was his plaything for him to do whatever he wanted to. I gagged around him when he thrust up, jabbing me in the back of my throat. I didn’t fight it and let him fuck my mouth. It felt like a well-earned but appreciated punishment for all the back talk I gave him over the year.
“Tell me you hate me, Victoria.” I shook my head and choked, sending saliva spilling out the side of my mouth. I couldn’t breathe, let alone talk. “Tell me you hate me, Tori,” he repeated through clenched teeth. I denied him and reached for his tightening balls that I juggled in my hand. He yanked me off his dick, and I gulped down air. I winced when he sat up and caught my already aching jaw in a powerful grip. My jaw screamed in pain as he brought my face to his. “Your boss gave you an order, Victoria.” Knox’s demands accelerated my need for him, nearly pushing me over the edge. My eyes fluttered closed when his fingers skimmed my protruding nipples over the turquoise satin night shirt I had chosen to wear. He shoved his hand into my top, subsequently popping a button. I wanted to curse at him for tearing up my clothes, but instead, I melted into his touch when he cupped my breast. I had expected pain, but experienced nothing but pleasure.
“I hate you… so fucking… much,” I whimpered.
“I hate you, too… so fucking… much,” he whispered in my ear. I grinned widely and bit my bottom lip because, despite theharsh words, I felt nothing but passion and reverence from him as he kissed softly along the plane of my jaw.
“Show me,” I urged. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
Knox
“Show me. Fuck me like you hate me,” Victoria pressured. I ignored her and trailed my nose down her neck as I groped her breasts. I felt as if I were back at the office again, getting high off her perfume as soon as she entered my space. Fuck Folgers in your cup; I wasn’t fully awake until I caught the scent of her pheromone-like perfume. “Knox,” she whispered.
I’m sorry, Victoria. I can’t fuck you like I hate you because the simple truth is that I love you, but I can fuck you like I can’t live without you.
I brought us back down to the mat and wedged myself between her thighs after I lost my boxers completely. From my position, I could slide into her easily and have us panting and writhing on the mat in no time at all, but there was no urgency for me. There were no board members breathing down my neck, no time-sensitive calls or emails I had to respond to, and none of those fucking HR-mandated learning modules to complete.
As they descended, my fingers skimmed down her nightshirt, popping open the pearl buttons. Each button release revealed a swatch of brown, supple skin. I left traces of wet marks against her flesh as my tongue made its descent. I paused at her lower abdomen and massaged between her folds. She inhaled a deep breath through her nostrils and released it with a pleasured whimper.
“I imagined my first time tasting you would’ve gone a little differently. You were supposed to be in my office chair with your legs splayed open, hooked over the arms. I was supposed to beon my knees, wringing out orgasm after orgasm from you as your arousal dripped down my lips, chin, and neck.”
“Y-you…you’re one nasty motherfucker,” Victoria panted.
“The nastiest,” I agreed, dipping two fingers into her. I could’ve gone with one, but something told me from the way her arousal coated my fingers and trickled down the digits just from a little massage that she could take more than one. Her walls clung to me desperately as I dragged my fingers in and out of her leisurely. Soft moaning filled our “condo,” and I couldn’t help but think about how amazing she’d feel on my dick.
I worked her pussy some more, stretching and scissoring my fingers inside her. I needed to taste her—lick her up and down like my favorite scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, but I was holding out for the good stuff.
I pressed the heel of my palm into her lower pelvis and thrust my fingers into her with wild abandonment.
“Oh, fuck, Knox,” Victoria moaned as she squirmed under my ministrations. She bucked underneath my touch and attempted to scoot away.
“It’s Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Caldwell,” I reminded her as my fingers sped up. Her head thrashed back and forth as I continued to coax her first orgasm of the night out. I grinned in satisfaction when I was rewarded with her strangled cries and splashes from her pussy that dampened the mat beneath us and suddenly made me thirsty. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” I instructed. She flew up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me with newfound vigor. Her lips parted mine, and her tongue went on a soul-searching journey like she wanted to possess me.
I’m yours, is what I hoped my actions relayed.
“Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” I whispered. “Get all the way down, and put that ass in the air.” She moved slowly, still recovering from her orgasm. She yelpedin surprise when I harshly slapped her ass. I chuckled when I earned myself a heated over-the-shoulder gaze.
She should know by now that all she’s doing is stoking the flame.
I wasted no time burying my face into her parted cheeks. I ran my tongue the length of her drenched slit and hummed in satisfaction when the taste of her burst across my taste buds. I feasted on her pussy, and I was thrilled when she crooked her neck to watch and was elated when she began to clap her ass against my face as I lapped up her juices. I shoved her further down and attacked her unyielding clit. One harsh, powerful suck had her pleading for me to stop but then begging for me to continue.
“Ms. Caldwell… I think you’re ready to take me,” I rasped as I stroked myself. Victoria reared back from her kneeling position and hungrily kissed me. I cupped one of her breasts from behind and tugged on the dark, turgid nipple. I hissed when she ended the kiss by sucking her arousal off my tongue and biting my lip firmly before relinquishing control to me again. She assumed the position without being told, and I was about to enter her pulsing pussy when I paused. “Safe word, Ms. Caldwell?”
“Stapler. Now fuck me already,” she demanded.
Why does she always have to be so difficult?
I gripped the back of her neck, shoved her face into the tiny pillow we acquired from the wreckage, and thrust inside of her. I closed my eyes and blocked out her gratifying cries, giving both of us time to adjust. She pushed back on my dick, and I pressed my hand out to put space between us.
“What’s the matter, Knox?” she whispered.
“I need a moment.”
“Knox, baby. I need you to move. I need you to move, baby. You dropped eight glorious inches of dick in me. You can’t leave me hanging like this,” she whined.
“Nine.”
“What?” she asked, exasperated from her orgasm denial.
