Page 60 of Devoted
“I have enough trouble concentrating normally, Knight—” I’m cut off when I feel his fingers move my pajama shorts to the side, and his fingers instantly meet my soaked center. “Fuck,” I moan.
“Oh, I love that you wear nothing but these little shorts around the house now,” he purrs against my hip, nibbling at my sensitive skin while his fingers explore my pussy. My eyes close in pleasure, tilting my hips up to grant him more access.
“Aren’t you supposed to be reading, my love?” He punctuates the question with circling fingers, my clit throbbing underneath his fingertip.
“Aren’t you supposed to be making me come?” I retort, choosing to drop the book so I can run my fingers through his hair instead. The black and silver strands of hair, still wet from the rain, are refreshing and soft underneath my hand. To give him a bit of motivation, I tug at the strands and press my hips closer to his face.
“As you wish.” Knightdivesinto my pussy, his tongue entering me with a few thrusts before he moves upward and sucks on my clit. This man licks me like he’s starving and his only goal in life is to devour me.
He combines leisurely swipes of his tongue with two of his fingers curling into me and I am gone, screaming his name as I convulse under him, grinding my pussy into his face.
“Knight, pet,” I call to him, moving myself away as he keeps placing kisses all over my thighs and belly. He hums in response, pressing one more kiss to the top of my pussy and then looking up at me.
“Yes, my queen?”
“I need you in me,” I ask, my fingers caressing down his temple and jawline. “Sit up against the headboard, I want to ride you.”
Knight nods eagerly, moving to his side of the bed and following my order immediately. He keeps his boxers on but pulls them down enough to have his cock spring out from the waistband.
Bracing the headboard for support, I hover over Knight, ready to sink myself onto him, but he stops me with two hands underneath my thighs and holds me midair.
“Let me, please.” He looks down between us, using the strength in his arms to control our movements as he sits me down on his dick slowly, making me feel every fucking inch of him.
My body shakes once he’s fully in, his hands having migrated to my waist as he holds me down onto him. We’ve had sex countless times by now, and my breath is taken away by him every time.
Lifting my hips, using his hold on my waist to assist as I bounce, his hips thrusting up to completely bury inside me with each thrust. My hands move from the bedframe to his shoulders, gripping them and using him for leverage as I keep bouncing and chasing my second orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, you are so perfect,” he moans. Knight’s eyes roam away from where we’re joined, eyes focused on my bouncing tits visible through my thin shirt.
“And you’re such a good boy for helping me use your cock like this.” I grip his shoulder, pulling him to me so I can kiss and lick my taste from him. With every thrust, I feel us lying further onto the bed until he’s almost completely underneath me, letting me control the rhythm and angle.
“I’m going to come,” I mumble against his lips, grinding myself against him until my body begins to stutter. “Fuck, come in me, Knight!”
He comes on command, joining me in screaming our pleasure into each other’s mouths as we come together. Hisheart beats wildly beneath me as we lie chest to chest, still connected at our cores as he wraps his arms around me tightly, and I brace myself against his pillow to avoid putting all my weight on him.
As we’re coming down from our highs, I feel a weird lump beneath my palm like something from the washing got balled up with the pillowcase in the dryer. Oblivious, with eyes closed, Knight doesn’t seem to mind the balled-up item underneath him, but it’s got my attention.
“What is this?” I ask, finally getting into the pillowcase to pull the extra item out.
“What is what?” he replies, turning to his side as he watches me pull out the flannel top I left here all those months ago. Looking from the flannel to him, I don’t see an ounce of shame on his face for keeping the shirt I was wearing when we first met in his pillow. “Oh yes, that’s mine.”
“You’re a fucking freak.” I laugh and shake my head at him, but I still tuck my shirt back into the pillow where it belongs.
“I’myourfucking freak.”
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