Page 94 of A Smile Full of Lies
“No,” he murmured darkly against my pussy. “Just Knox.”
Then he buried his face between my legs andate. No hesitation. No mercy. Just Knox dragging me under, tongue circling my clit, sucking me soft, then hard, thenharder. He devoured me like he was starving. Like heneededto taste every moan, every tremble.
I fisted the counter behind me, my legs already shaking. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and from the way he growled against me, I didn’t think he wanted me to.
Knox had my thighs shaking, my hips twitching, my nails clawing for purchase on the countertop behind me. My breath came in shattered gasps, every nerve ending on fire. He licked me like he was savoring something sacred, like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered.
Like hemeantto make me lose control.
One hand gripped my thigh, keeping me wide open for him. The other slid under my ass, angling me just right so he could suck my clit with precision so filthy I thought I might cry. His tonguecircled, then flicked, then pressedhard…relentless, focused, fuckingobsessed.
“Fuck, Knox,” I choked out. “I.. fuck… I can’t?—”
“You can,” he growled, breath hot against my throbbing cunt. “You’re going to come. Right now. On my tongue.”
My head snapped back, a strangled cry ripping from my throat.
“God—”
“No.” He tightened his grip on my ass. “Say it.”
“Knox.”
“Again.”
“Knox, please —fuck— I’m gonna?—”
He latched onto my clit andsucked, just once, hard and deep — and I fuckingshattered.
Pleasure detonated in my spine, molten and violent, radiating through every muscle in my body. I screamed his name as my thighs clamped around his head and my body arched off the counter, coming so hard I could barely breathe.
He held me through it, mouth never leaving me, licking me through every last quake, and when I collapsed against the cabinets, boneless and dazed, he stood — slow and sure — blue eyes dark, jaw tight, breath ragged.
“Your turn,” I whispered, my voice wrecked.
And the look he gave me?
Devastation.
Without warning, Knox scooped me into his arms like I was weightless, like he’dalwaysmeant to carry me to his bed. My breath caught as my arms locked around his neck, the heat of his bare chest searing against me.
He carried me through the house like a man on a mission, every muscle in his arms flexing with quiet, effortless strength. I could stillfeelthe ghost of his mouth on me — still tasted the aftershocks of the orgasm he’d dragged out of me like itbelongedto him.
Because it did.
His bedroom was massive, dark, and cool. And when he laid me on his bed, every inch of me clenched. The mattress dipped beneath me. His silhouette loomed over mine as he stood there in the soft lamplight.
I reached for his belt.
“Not yet,” he growled, voice low and wrecked. “I need you on top of me when I give it to you.”
The words made me shiver. But I kept going. I sat up, hands bracing on his chest, then my fingers unbuckled the belt. He’d already stripped off his shirt earlier, and now the suit pants were the only barrier left between us. I undid the button and dragged the zipper down slowly, teasing him. The outline of his cock pressed thick and hot against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
I freed him, shoving his pants and boxer briefs down with both hands, and he hissed between his teeth, already leaking precum, alreadyso ready.
“Jesus, Ros…”
His cock slapped up against his stomach — thick, hard, perfect. My mouth watered, but I didn’t stop to taste him. Not yet.
