Page 122 of Hide and Seek
Electricity buzzes through my veins as the intensity continues to reach an all new high.
“Fuck,” I cry out. “Knight!”
His fingers roll inside me, drawing out every ounce of pleasure like a twisted exorcism, like a demon calling for his willing subjects, and I’m all too eager to fall to my knees.
He gives me everything, pushing me to my absolute limits, and the moment I reach that peak and start coming back down, his precise movements become lazy, allowing me to finally catch my breath.
My body goes limp against the armchair as his warm lips move from my core to the inside of my thigh, pressing the sweetest kisses to my skin, and forcing a deep groan from between my lips.
Knight fixes the delicate fabric of my thong back into place, and I have to give credit where it’s due. He’s no strangerto tearing my underwear right off my body, but he managed to resist, and that right there shows an incredible display of control.
He lifts my legs off the armrests, letting me sit up on the chair properly, and as he kneels before me, I can’t resist leaning forward and kissing him deeply. His hand works up to the base of my throat, gently squeezing and sending a rush of need through my body.
“You on your knees, tasting just like me. I could get used to this.”
“Is that so?” Knight rumbles, pulling me off the armchair so that I fall onto him, my knees hitting the carpet on either side of his strong thighs.
“Mm-hmm.”
His hand dances across my body, grabbing my ass before fingering the material of my skimpy lingerie. “This right here,” he rumbles, his tone thick with desire. “This is how I want you every fucking day of the rest of my life. Just you and me, alone in this room.”
“Every day, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
I roll my hips on top of him, grinding against his thick cock. “I’m not sure you could handle me every single day.”
Knight grins and locks his strong arm around my waist before stepping up to his feet, my legs winding around his waist. “Oh, pretty girl, you have no fucking idea what kind of monster you just unleashed within me.”
He strides over to the end of the bed before throwing me down, only before I even get the chance to gasp, he grips my thighs and flips me like a damn pancake, taking my hips and dragging me up on my knees, my chest flat against the mattress with my hands still bound behind my back.
It’s eerily similar to my fantasy with my stalker, and I can’t help but feel as though that fantasy is about to play out.
Knight’s hand cracks against my ass and as my hips jolt, a deep groan tears from the back of my throat. “Spread ’em, doll.”
I don’t hesitate, pushing my knees as far as they can go as Knight grabs the belt that binds my wrists, pulling on it until I arch my back. My ass is high in the air, my cunt ready for the taking, and as his fingers dig into my hip, a wild thrill pulses through me.
“Mmmm. If only you could see yourself like this, doll. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I grin against the mattress when suddenly I feel his lips against my ass. He presses a gentle kiss to my skin, but when he opens his mouth and bites down, a wave of raw need crashes through me like a fucking tsunami.
As he pulls away, there’s a sharp sting left behind from his teeth, and just as it starts to throb, Knight pulls the fabric of my thong aside and thrusts his fingers deep inside my cunt. “Oh fuck,” I cry out, my hips rocking back, needing more.
The pain instantly dissipates, and as he fucks me with his fingers, he brushes his other hand over the bite, and damn it, I’ve never wanted to tattoo something on my body more than I do right now.
He works me with his fingers, and when he pulls them back and replaces them with the tip of his massive cock, I realize I’m in for one hell of a ride.
I push back against him, wanting more, but he holds me still, controlling exactly how much I get. “You like that, doll?”
I nod against the mattress. “More.”
He pushes deeper and my walls stretch around him, already trembling. “How’s that?”
“Don’t make me beg for it.”
He teases me, inching back, only to thrust a little deeper, my body completely at his mercy. With each new inch he allows me, my walls stretch and spasm, desperately needing more. His fingers dig into my hip, my only sign that this is tormenting him just as much as it is me, and that tiny snippet of knowledge is the only thing keeping me from crying out.
Knight grunts, and the moment his resolve breaks, he thrusts deep, slamming into me until he bottoms out. “Shit, doll,” he says as my walls contract around him, squeezing tight as I adjust to his delicious intrusion.
