Page 95 of A Smile Full of Lies
Slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, he sank down onto the bed beside me, and kicked his pants and boxers completely off.
I climbed into his lap, straddling his hips, my thighs spread wide as I positioned him beneath me. My slick heat dragged across the length of him, coating him. His hands gripped my hips — tight enough to bruise — as I rocked against him, dragging the tip of his cock through my folds, teasing us both.
“Ros…” His voice cracked. “Don’t — fuck — don’t tease me.”
“I’m in control now,” I whispered.
And Iwas.I lined him up, tilted my hips, and sank down slowly. His cock filled me —stretchedme — so thick and deep I could barely breathe.
His head dropped back, a broken growl tearing from his throat.
“Ride me,” he gritted. “Ride me like you fucking mean it.”
And oh, Imeant it.
I rose slowly, then slid down onto him again, deeper. Knox’s cock stretched me so wide it bordered on obscene. I could feel every vein, every inch, as I sank down until my thighs pressed against his skin, hard.
He was so fucking deep.
My hands braced against his chest. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. His head dropped back against the pillows, lips parted, blue eyes locked on where we were joined like he couldn’t fucking believe it was real.
“Ros — fuck — baby…”
His voice was a raw, broken thing. It went straight to my cunt. I rolled my hips once, a slow, testing grind.
Knox’s whole body jerked. A sharp curse cracked from his throat as he thrust up involuntarily, punching another inch inside me.
I gasped. My fingers curled against his chest.
“You okay?” he rasped.
“More.”
His hands tightened, his jaw clenched, and I rode him — slow and deliberate — grinding down on every thick inch of him, letting him feel how fucking wet he made me. How tight I was around him. How much I needed this. Neededhim.
The muscles in his chest flexed beneath my hands. His stomach tightened as I picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock like Iwantedto wreck him. And Idid.
“Look at you,” he growled. “So fucking desperate for it. I can feel how close you are to coming again, baby. So close, just from riding me.”
“Don’t stop talking,” I gasped. “I want to hear you when I come.”
His mouth curled into a wicked smile.
“Oh, I’ll do more than talk, sweetheart.”
Then he sat up.
One arm banded around my back. The other fisted in my hair. And he fucked up into me so hard and deep that I screamed his name.
“Oh my god, Knox! Fuck?—”
“Come on my cock,” he growled. “I want tofeelit.”
And fuck if I didn’t unravel on the spot, a wordless scream ripping out of my throat.
Knox didn’t let go of me right away.
Even after I came apart in his arms — clenching around his cock like it was the only thing holding me together, gasping his name so loud the walls probably shook, he just held me there. One arm still tight around my waist. One hand buried in my hair. His forehead pressed against mine, his breathing ragged.
