Page 9 of Knot Falling in Love
“Oh God,” she chants, putting pressure on the back of my head, her thighs squeezing and locking me in place.
“Don’t hold back,” I say, my voice caught in a whimper, pressing my hips against my bed, “Use me. Take what you need.”
Maisie forces my face into her pussy, pushing against my arm and grinding in quickmovements until her body locks up beneath me, a cry escaping her lips as she fights to keep the same rhythm riding out her orgasm. I wish I could see the look in her eyes, watch her break over and over again.
I need it. I need to be buried between her thighs for the rest of my life. It doesn’t take long until I’m drunk on it. I close my eyes tight, focusing on her taste and ignoring the way my cock is begging for release.
“Elijah,” she laughs, tapping my forearm. “Too much.”
“Fine,” I move away, kissing my way up her stomach, locking eyes with her, “but I’m not done with you yet.”
Maisie’s flushed lips part as I drag my shirt over my head, her eyes drift down over my tattooed chest and then settle on the outline of my cock.
“Oh.”
Chapter Five
Maisie
I'm not done with you yet.
The words play on a loop as Elijah stares at me with a hungry look in his eyes. I practically had to push him away when things got a little too sensitive, even now he looks like he'd be content to be back down between my legs. Pretty sure I've never come that hard in my entire life without rechargeable help.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing even more tattoos. The same traditional tattoo designs trail over his chest and down his sides, his stomach bare except for the patch of hairdisappearing under his jeans, which now reveals the outline of his enormous cock.
Oh.
I reach out, dragging my fingertips along the thick black outlines and across the splashes of color. The way Elijah holds his breath as I let my hands drift lower down his side makes me feel powerful. He reaches for me but stops, balling his fist at his side as I tug his belt free and unzip his jeans, exposing the thick outline of his cock through his navy boxer briefs.
Everything about this man has my mouth watering—the tattoos, the hint of musk and sweat mixed with the scent of the forest at night.
I lean close, kissing his stubbled jaw and down his neck, stopping at his collarbone then charting a path with my tongue towards his abdomen as I pull his boxers and jeans over his hips and thighs. His cock rests against the fabric as long as it can before it’s free and hanging between us.
“Maisie.” He murmurs my name, it is at once a breath and a plea.
I fullyexpected his cock to look different, but he’s very human, large and thick with extra girth near the base.
Elijah lets out a sharp hiss as I wrap my fingertips around his shaft with a long, languid stroke, rubbing my thumb over the tip, pulling back the foreskin and spreading the bead of precum across the head. I run my tongue along the underside, towards the crown, and let it rest against my lips, chasing the hint of salt before taking it into my mouth.
His fingers tangle in my hair, moving it out of my face and holding it back as I take him deeper with a firm grip on the base of his shaft, swirling my tongue along the steadily leaking tip, humming at the taste of him. It quickly turns into a personal challenge of how much I can take, and what noises I can pull from him until his resolve snaps.
“You little brat,” Elijah chuckles, the sound cut off by a whimper, his hips rocking to meet my movements.
I pull away, stroking the length of his cock and smiling up at him, “Can’t say you don’t like it.”
He grits his teeth, letting out a sharp breath and gives me a wicked smile, “I do, but I’m notgoing to last much longer if you keep sucking my cock like that.”
His free hand slides down along the base of my spine, grabbing my ass before following the curve and cupping my pussy, palm grinding against my clit.
The whimper that escapes my mouth shocks us both as he traces his fingers along my entrance.
“Still so fucking wet for me.” He says under his breath, hooking his fingers and dragging them along my inner walls. The slow, undulating thrusts have me feeling like I’m caught in a snare.
I chase the building pressure, rocking into his fingers and riding his hand with wild abandon until he stills, leaving me breathless.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Come here.” He growls and grips my hair, pulling me into a passionate kiss and guiding us back down onto the bed, seating himself between my legs, “I said I wasn’t done with you.”
