Page 60 of Awakening
“You have no idea,” he growled, his lips brushing my ear, “how long I’ve wanted to fuck you under starlight.”
His mouth claimed mine, hungry and slow. Before I knew it, I was leaning over the rail with my bare ass primed for Knox’s taking. He pushed my dress up as his large hands seared me with need everywhere he touched.
WHACK!
“Knoxxxxx,” I whimpered as he smacked my round, bare ass before soothing the sting with a kiss as he slid two fingers inside my soaking wet pussy.
The thrill of being watched or being caught sent a surge of heat through my body.
“Such a nasty little bitch, my pussy is gushing at the thought of being caught,” he whispered in my ear, verbalizing my internal thoughts as if he owned real estate in my mind.
When he removed his fingers, I felt so empty until he plunged into me, filling me up completely, taking my breath away.
“Ohhhhh, fuck, Baby I’m so fullllll,” I cried out, feeling my juices pour out of me.
“This has to be what heaven feels like,” he grunted as he fucked me hard and deep overlooking the Mediterranean.
I’d never been fucked like this. It was wild, uninhibited, and freeing.
“Cum on this dick so I can fill you up,” he demanded as he smacked my ass again, delivering stroke after delicious stroke.
Sparks worked through my body as my orgasm snatched my breath away, “I—oh…oh…cumminggggg,” bumbling over my words and releasing all over his dick.
“Such a nasty girl,” his voice strained as his own release surged through him, “Ughhhhh, fuck, Baby I’m cummin.”
Feeling the warmth of his semen coating my wallscaused me to clinch around him and milk him even more.
“Mmmmmmmm take it all from me, mama.”
Pulling out of me, Knox kissed my shoulder, “Keep my cum inside you until we make it back to the room where I’ll eat it out of you, so put those kegels to use.”
I looked back at him, my body ready for more as he claimed my mouth in a nasty kiss that threatened to make me release every drop of him.
Time had never moved slower as I waited for the yacht to dock and the car service to return us to our hotel, where Knox spent the remainder of the night pleasing me in every way possible in every hole.
The weekend had been incredible and planned just to please me, and pleased I was.
When Lust Knox
It was a few days after we got back from Monaco when Dana and I finally made time to meet one-on-one. The grand opening of Olive & Oak was approaching fast, and I needed to finalize our wine list. There was no one better to lock that in with than Dana and her brand, Maison Noire.
We met at the restaurant, which was still humming with finishing touches, the scent of fresh wood and ambition thick in the air.
Dana walked in with a confidence that always did something to my pulse. Tight slacks, heels that whispered dominance, and a silk blouse that flirted with every movement. She smelled like summer heat and dark berries, reminding me of the wines she loved.
“Got a few new bottles I want you to try,” she said, setting down her leather tote. “But fair warning, they’re almost as full-bodied as me,” she winked.
I smirked, “That’s a bold claim.”
“It’s a bold truth.”
We tasted, swished, spat, and sipped again. In between notes of blackberry and spice, the conversation dipped into something more profound.
“You ever just know something about yourself before you have the words for it?” she asked, swirling a glass ofSyrah.
“Yeah,” I said, “Like knowing I was bi before I even knew the term existed.”
Dana smiled softly. “Same. I was probably thirteen when I realized I looked at beautiful women the way most boys did. I told my parents when I was 17, but they already knew. Said they’d been waiting on me to catch up.”
