Page 45 of Devoted
“Do you like being used like a fuck doll, darling?” I grasp a bruising hold onto her hip. “A little thing being dragged onto my cock?”
Vivian is too caught up to answer properly. She’s cursing me, grabbing her tits, and asking for more at the same time and all I can do is oblige my love.
The bed creaks with the force I haul her with, my hips angling downward and rubbing her walls with every thrust. Her cunt is begging me to fill it, gripping me every time I pull back only to fill her again and again.
Nothing will ever compare to this feeling. More than just my body is melding with her right now, and the terrifying thrill of it is bringing me close to the edge.
“I’m going to fill you, darling, but I need you to come on my cock first.” The strain in my throat is audible as I try to keep myself at bay. Setting her leg down, I angle it on the bed so she is completely spread before me. Reaching to tangle one hand in her hair, forcing her to bend and look at our joining, I use the other hand to strum at her clit.
“Knight, fuck it’s too good,” she pleads, but her hips keep rocking into the motion of my cock, chasing her orgasm. There are tears in her eyes from the intensity, threatening to fall with my last thrusts.
“You’ll take it, darling.” I press my lips to her hairline, kissing her temple softly as the beginnings of her release take over her body. She shakes in my hold, screaming her pleasure as her cuntpulses on me. “You’ll take my cum and thank me for it, won’t you? You’ll let me mark you as mine?” I groan into her ear as the first ropes of my cum spill into her.
“Yes!” she screams as my fingers continue on her clit, extending her orgasm to coincide with mine.
My thrusts become slow in an attempt to savor this moment as Vivian collapses back onto the bed, her body still trembling in the aftermath. I wouldn’t dare to leave her warmth right now.
Being inside and filling her with my cum has been the closest thing to divinity I have ever experienced.
“I usually hate being woken up,” she laughs, shaking her head and peering down her body at me. “But I can make an exception for that.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
VIVIAN
Bitches love gloomy weather. It’s me. I’m bitches.
Aheavy arm lies over my stomach, cradling me as my eyes adjust to the soft morning light. Late November is when the world really starts to gray here, and while it’s a big disappointment for many, it’s my preferred type of weather and atmosphere.
A happy morning with a gloomy sky.
Turning in his hold, I roll over to face the man taking up the majority of my small bed. Knight stays sleeping, grumbling cutely as I settle on my side to face him. It seems that the things that usually trouble him are gone when he sleeps. A heavy line in his brow that I’ve come to love is nearly gone as he rests on my pillow, his expression at ease for once.
I know we connected on another level last night. Even with him seeking me in desperation, it felt more profound than our previous times together. And this time, he stayed in bed with me.
To be fair, I usually wouldn’t be up this early, so I can’t blame him for starting his day without me last time, but I am a little upset he deprived me of seeing him this way.
He’s my lovely brute, cuddled up in my extra blanket with the raccoon print on it. Huffing a laugh, I look down to see the sheets completely wrapped around my body while Knight is just barely covered by the small fuzzy blanket in his T-shirt and boxers.
It seems like a crime to wake him, especially knowing how he might still be troubled by whatever happened yesterday, but I know he’s got to be busy with work. And we should probably talk.
Closing the space between us, I bring my lips to his in the softest of touches. He doesn’t wake up, but he kisses me back in his sleep. A rumbly noise comes from his chest as he grips my waist tightly.
“Knight,” I whisper, my lips tracing his heavily stubbled jaw. “You need to wake up, sweetheart.”
“I’m up,” he whines and pulls me closer so that my leg tucks between the two of his. The thick length of his cock pressing against my leg makes me wish we could stay in bed all day, but with ‘Talk Turkey to Me’ being tonight, I’ve got to get to the club sooner than later for set up.
“I’d love to take care of that for you.” Nipping at his chin, I move my head back so I can see his eyes. “But we’ve both got a full day ahead of us with the showcase tonight.” His eyes are only open a fraction, like he’s trying to fight the day off.
“I suppose you’re right,” he sighs, relenting the subtle thrusts of his cock on my thigh. After a quick kiss on my cheek, Knight sits up on the bed. Suddenly, there’s a displeased look on his face, and I trace his eyes to see what he’s staring at.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a shirt that could fit me, would you?” he asks, toying with the hem of his shirt. Sitting rightabove the bottom of his shirt are white stains, and I burst out laughing.
“I’m kind of tempted to send you home in that as punishment for breaking into my damn room last night,” I threaten while rolling myself out of bed. Walking over to the dresser beside the closet door, I start looking through my drawers for one of my bigger shirts.
“You loved it.” I hear Knight reply. He tries to hide it, but I can hear the smug pride in his voice.
“I did,” I sing back to him playfully. Once I find a shirt, I face my dresser, only looking at him through his reflection in the closet mirror on my right. He sits facing away, toward the window.
