Chapter 14 #2
“Inch by fucking inch, Morticia,” he tells me, slowly pushing inside, taking me one inch at a time.
“More,” I pant, desperately trying to push back against him, to impale myself on that thick cock, but he holds me too tight, having complete control to destroy me at his leisurely pleasure.
“Ready for two?”
“Please.”
He inches in more, taking me slightly deeper, and though he’s barely inside me, I already feel myself beginning to stretch around him. My body trembles, and I realize if he takes it any slower, I’m bound to break. “God, Knight. Now.”
His palm cracks against my ass, and I suck in a loud gasp, my pussy tingling as wave after wave of undiluted pleasure rocks through my body. “What did I tell you about being patient?”
Holy hell. I’ve never felt so alive in my life, but when he gives me a third inch my pussy spasms around him, stretching to accommodate his sheer size. “Fuck!” I cry, and when he gives me a fourth and then a fifth, my thighs begin to shake.
Knight groans. “How much more can you take?”
“All of it,” I breathe.
“Six?”
“Yes.”
He inches deeper, and when his cock flinches inside of me, it fucking destroys me. My chest heaves against the counter of his breakfast bar, and I reach forward, gripping the edge and white-knuckling it as he gives me a seventh inch.
“Oh God,” I groan.
He rocks back a little bit, giving me just a moment of respite before he pushes back in, giving me eight and then nine, his fingers tightening on my ass. “Fuck, baby. You take me so well,” he murmurs. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look taking my cock?”
My only response is to clench my walls around him and his soft gasp is more than enough for me.
“Give it all to me,” I beg, knowing he hasn’t bottomed out yet, but I’m not about to hold back, not from this beast of a man. I want it all. I want to feel how far he can stretch me, how deep he can take me.
“You sure?”
“Please.”
Knight groans and pulls back on my hair, and as my pussy quakes around him, he finally relents, slamming the rest of the way inside of me, and fuck, he must have a good ten inches on him.
“Yes,” I groan, feeling as he bottoms out, offering up everything he’s got as my walls work to stretch around him. “I need you to move.”
His hand shifts from my ass to my hip, gripping tightly. The sharp sting of his fingers biting into my skin is the only sign of his desperation. “I . . . fuck, Morticia. You’re going to ruin me.”
“Not before you ruin me. Now move.”
His hand comes down in another sharp spank on my ass, a warning for my impatience, and if this is what I get for being a little impatient, I can’t wait to see what’s in store for me when he realizes I also have an attitude.
Knight doesn’t wait to reprimand me, just simply drags his hips back, letting that thick, veiny cock slide right out and hover at my entrance. As I release the edge of the counter and slip my hand down between my thighs, slowly rolling circles over my needy clit, he slams back inside of me.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry.
He sucks in a sharp breath through his clenched teeth, panting just as heavily as I am.
My walls shatter around him, and just when I think I can’t take it, he enters beast mode and really starts to fuck me.
His hips roll, taking me at every angle as I work my clit, my lazy, slow circles morphing into tight, frantic rubbing.
It’s incredible, and it doesn’t take long before I feel that familiar coil tightening deep inside of me, threatening to explode.
With every delicious thrust, my body comes alive, taking me right to the edge and driving me wild.
He pushes me to my limits, and as his body rolls, his hips thrust, and his fingers dig into my hip, my world crumbles.
I’ve never felt anything more thrilling, more intense.
I need it. Need everything he has.
He fills me to the brim, claiming me, ruining me, and as my fingers roll over my sensitive clit, I can’t hold on to it any longer. I come hard, my hand gripping his at my hip as my body shatters like glass, imploding into a million ruined pieces.
“Just like that,” he tells me, as if coaxing every bit of my orgasm out of me. “Show me how tight that little cunt can squeeze me.”
And damn it, I do.
My pussy contracts, wildly spasming around his thick cock as he keeps thrusting, taking me higher than I’ve ever been before and putting last night’s fiery orgasm to instant shame.
Knight groans, his fingers so tight on my hip as my eyelids flutter.
My orgasm crashes through my body like a tsunami, pulsing through my veins, the intensity too much to bear.
My fingers ball into tight fists as I cry out, the smell of raw, undiluted pleasure thick in the air, and just like that, it’s not oxygen I need to breathe, it’s him. Only him.
“Fuck, Knight,” I curse, gritting my teeth as the intensity builds inside my core.
“Hold on to it, baby,” he grunts, his jaw clenched tight.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
It’s too much as I finally hit my high and start crashing down the other side. He lifts me off the barstool and whips me around, planting my ass on the edge of the counter before slamming back into me.
Knight lifts my thighs, spreading them as far as they’ll go while refusing to skip a beat. His precise thrusts take me even deeper, but the animalistic need in his dark eyes and the way his body rolls with each powerful thrust instantly has that coil tightening once again.
I lean back, balancing myself on one palm as my other hand grips his massive shoulder, my nails digging into his warm skin.
He pants, looking down between us at the way he slams into my pussy, his thick cock glistening with my wetness, and damn it, I look down too.
We’re perfect together, and when he grabs my hips and inches me right to the edge of the counter, he takes me at a whole new angle, thrusting impossibly deeper.
I gasp as his cock massages me from within, and when he drops his thumb to my clit, I throw my head back, the instant pleasure blowing me the fuck away. “Oh God,” I groan, my chest heaving as our bodies grow sweaty.
Knight grips my chin with his other hand, lifting it until those dark eyes are locked on mine, and as he leans in, his lips only a breath away, the tension between us grows to an all-time high, the intensity in his eyes holding me captive.
“Harper,” he moans, and just the sound of my name on his lips sends me spiraling.
“Knight, I—”
“Let go,” he rumbles, a deep ache in his tone. He needs me to come with him, and fuck, there’ll be no argument from me.
His thumb circles my clit, the pressure better than I could have ever achieved on my own, and as those wicked hips roll and thrust deep into me one more time, the coil springs, and my orgasm tears through me, my walls wildly convulsing around him.
He lets out a pained groan, his fingers tightening on my jaw, and not a moment later, he releases, reaching his explosive climax and emptying himself, hot spurts of cum shooting deep inside of me and making me feel like a fucking goddess.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as we both come down from our high, the tension still so thick between us.
He drops his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss as his fingers fall away from my chin and clit, giving me just a moment to find myself. He doesn’t pull out of me, leaving himself buried inside me as he braces his hands on the counter beside my thighs, caging me in.
My legs relax, locking around his hips and holding him there as I lift my gaze to meet his heavy stare. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Knight laughs. “That’s what a night of blue balls will do to a man.”
A stupid smirk stretches across my lips when he reaches for the front of my shirt and slowly pulls it up over my head, revealing my naked body beneath.
We remain in silence, and when his fingers drop to my body, I let him explore, trailing them across my skin and watching as a wave of goosebumps begins to rise.
My eyes flutter, enjoying his touch more than I should. “Mmmm . . . This is dangerous,” I murmur as those fingers brush over the curve of my breast before circling my nipple and trailing over the small piercing. “We can’t keep doing this.”
The corners of his lips pull into a wicked grin, and as his gaze collides with mine, I realize I’m in deep. “Do you want me to stop?”
I groan. He knows damn well I don’t want him to stop. His touch is like the oxygen I need to breathe, pumping life right into my veins. “Don’t you dare.”
Knight laughs before a seriousness washes over him, but he thankfully doesn’t stop touching me. “I know what you’re saying,” he tells me as his other hand falls to my center, his fingers lazily circling my clit. “As you so kindly reminded me last night, I’m your uncle.”
“Step-uncle.”
He grins again. “We’ve crossed a line, Morticia.
Something we can’t ever go back from. I’m never not going to know how fucking sweet you taste or how well you take me.
” Then as if to prove a point, his cock flinches inside of me, and I groan, tipping my head back as the pleasure swells inside me.
“I’m not going back. I’m never going to walk into a room where you are and not have you. ”
“It’s wrong,” I tell him. “We’re family. My mother is going to murder me when she finds out, and your brother—”
“Let me worry about Elias,” he says. “And as for your mother. What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.”
“So, you’re saying?”
“That I don’t fucking care what society tells me is right and wrong, and considering how easily you let me bend you over my fucking counter, I doubt that you care either,” he tells me. “I’m not looking to put a ring on your finger, Harper, but I will fuck you every chance I get.”
“No strings attached?” I confirm. “I don’t do boyfriends or exclusivity. Men are too overly emotional for that shit.”
“Speak for yourself,” he mutters. “But are you looking to fuck someone else?”
An image of Laith flashes in my mind, but as his fingers slowly work over my clit, the image fades away as though it were never there to begin with. “Is that going to be a problem? You’re not the jealous type, are you?”
Knight scoffs. “Not in the slightest, but it’ll be a fucking problem if I’m balls deep and you scream out some other man’s name.”
I laugh. “Interesting. What are you gonna do? Spank me again? Or do you have a few more tricks in your arsenal? Because you should know that I don’t shy away when things get rough. It excites me.”
Knight groans and presses just a little harder against my clit before gently pinching. “Calm down, pretty girl. I’m calling the shots here.”
“We’ll see about that,” I tell him, tightening my leg around him and pulling him closer.
“Truth be told, there is someone else. Laith Mitchell. It’s nothing serious, we just .
. . fuck when the need strikes. He’s not interested in me as anything more than a friend, and that feeling is mutual.
You have nothing to worry about. But as for you and me, this can never be anything more than sex.
It’s too . . . muddy. Lines have already been crossed. We can’t make it any worse.”
Knight nods, and I bite my lip. “What is it, Morticia?”
“I mean, this is going to sound pretty shitty of me, and while I appreciate that you’re not a jealous person and don’t care, I can’t really say the same about me.
I am a jealous person. I’m a downright jealous bitch, so if there is another woman, I can try to be okay with it, but you should know that every time you’re not buried inside of me, I will automatically assume that you’re buried in her.
That’s my problem though. I don’t want exclusivity, so I’ll deal with it if I have to. ”
He laughs. “And here you are trying to tell me that men are the ones who are overly emotional.”
“Shut up.”
Knight grins and slowly pulls out of me before dropping straight to his knees between my thighs, his tongue slowly rolling over my clit and making me groan.
He stops and looks up at me. “For the record, there is nobody else. I don’t plan on that changing, but if it does, I’ll be sure to let you know. ”
His mouth closes over my clit, and I can’t physically respond. All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the ride as his tongue draws lazy circles over the most sensitive part of my body. I tip my head back as the pleasure pulses through my veins.
I’m just about to come for the third time this morning when his phone rings and as he works my clit, he digs into his pocket and pulls out his phone, hitting accept and holding it to his ear. “What?” he mutters, pulling back just an inch to speak before diving right back in.
He doesn’t stop tormenting me with his skilled tongue as he listens to whoever’s on the other end before pulling back again. “Fuck. Be there in ten minutes.”
He ends the call, and just when I think he’s about to bail on me, he tosses his phone on the counter, scoops his arms under my thighs, and drags me even closer before diving right in. “You’ve got thirty seconds,” he warns me.
I grin. “Challenge accepted.”