Page 18 of On His Knees

He chuckles, and it vibrates through me. “I could ask you the same question.”

“I need you to touch me, Tate.”

He widens my sex lips. “Where do you need me to touch?” he asks, and lightly strokes my clit. “Right here?”

“Yes,” I cry out, and briefly close my eyes to concentrate on the sensation. I fall back to the carpet, the fire licking at my skin, as he continues to stroke me. My throat dries as I gulp for air. I open my eyes as he repositions himself to lie on his stomach, his gaze latched on my sex.

“You have the prettiest pussy,” he murmurs, the look on his face letting me know he’s going to ravage me, eat at me until I’m a quivering mess of need. His eyes lift, meet mine as he pets my sex, and in that instant, I realize he’s a man used to getting what he wants. “I’m going to ruin your sweet little pussy with my mouth. You know that, right?”

“Oh God, yes.” My sex clenches at his dirty words. Need burns through me, amping up my temperature. I go up on my elbows to watch and my gusting breaths ruffle his too-long hair.

“You want that, Summer? You want me to ruin this sweet little thing?”

“Please, Tate,” I murmur, and just like that his mouth is on me, eating at my wet pussy, plundering and wrecking me with his tongue. A growl rips from his throat when he comes up for air, and then he’s kissing me again, deeper, harder, as he slides one hand out from under me. My throat tightens when one thick finger probes my opening, then finds its way deep inside me, touching me and awakening my body the way no other man ever has.

I exhale, my nails digging into the carpet as he lifts my hips higher, feeding his mouth with my sex. The way he’s devouring me is delicious and dirty, so damn pleasurable small pulses begin in my core. He pulls his finger out, then slides two back in, touching me deeper, using smooth steady thrusts that push me over. He strokes along my walls, teases my G-spot. I cup my breasts, run my fingers over my quivering nipples as he expertly wrings an orgasm out of me.

“That’s it,” he murmurs from deep between my legs. “Come all over my mouth and fingers.”

I pulse and clench around him, blindsided by the intense pleasure now ruling my body. He laps at me, drawing out the waves, as I come and come and come some more. I’m a hot trembling mess by the time my body stops spasming. He licks at me and moans, like he’s savoring every drop. I’ve never had a man taste me so deeply, or like what he’s doing so much.

“Tate,” I manage to get out.

He climbs up my body, and his wet mouth glistens in the firelight. The sight does something strange to me, arouses me all over again. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says. “I could eat you all day.”

“Come here.” I drag his mouth to mine, and taste myself on his tongue. I’ve never done that before, but tonight I want to do everything with this man. “Mmm,” I moan.

“Like marshmallow,” he teases, but his voice is strained, his body in desperate need of release.

I smile, pushing his hair from his face. “I want you to fuck me, Tate.”

His eyes turn dark, predatory, and if I was smart I’d run now. “It won’t be slow and easy, Summer.” His hard-as-granite cock brushes my inner thighs. “Not this time. No, this time I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. I’m going to leave you so wrecked, you’re going to feel me inside you for a week.”

“No, you’re not,” I say, and worry backlights his eyes. He takes a breath and lets it out slowly. He thinks I’m having second thoughts, but I’m not.

I’m desperate to have his cock inside me, but first I need it in my mouth. I push him, and he slides off my body. His brow furrows, but then it smooths out when I go to my knees and wrap my mouth around his impressive cock.

“God, Summer,” he murmurs, his hand in my hair again, wrapping it around his hand and tugging it so he can watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth. I take him to the back of my throat, wanting him deeper, wanting all of him but knowing it’s impossible. I relax my throat, take in another inch. Blood rushes through his veins, his cock growing impossibly thicker in my mouth. I cup his balls, massage gently. He tugs on my hair, dragging me off him.

One look at his face tells me he’s close, and while I want him to come in my mouth, I’m desperate to feel his thickness inside me. He’s about to position me under him, but I don’t want vanilla with this man. I press down on his chest, keeping him pinned beneath me. Taking control, I straddle him.

“I’m the one who’s going to fuck you hard and fast, and I’m not about to apologize for it.”

“Jesus,” he murmurs, the thread holding him together unraveling before my eyes.

“Protection?” I ask. I’m on the Pill, but no way am I about to have unprotected sex with a stranger.

“Pants,” he says. I climb off him for a second and grab his pants. I fish the condom from his pocket, and when I turn around he’s gripping his thick cock. He pumps his fist, and I gulp for air.

“Like what you see?”

I’ve never seen a man do that before, and I have to say, it’s incredibly hot. “Yeah, I do,” I say, and wet my lips, my mouth eager to be back on him as everything he’s doing taunts my body. His hand moves steadily, and I tear into the foil. He reaches for it, but I pull it back.

“Let me.”

He curses under his breath. “Are you trying to kill me tonight?”

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