Chapter 41 – Knox
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Knox
I grip her hips and my mouth crashes down on hers, our tongues dancing with each other’s.
Her hands go to my jacket as she slips it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor by my feet.
She’s kicking off her shoes and I slide my hands from her hips to her ass, squeezing her hard.
I let go of her lips to slide my mouth to the side of her neck.
“Knox,” she moans my name as her fingers go to the buttons of my shirt.
“Want to fuck you,” I tell her as she pulls the shirt out of my pants, “on your knees.” She moans out. “Face in the bed.” My hands go to the button of her jeans. “Ass in the air.” I pull the zipper down at the same time she rids me of my shirt. “Fuck you with you wearing my name.”
“Are you telling me,” she says, untying my belt, “that I wore these sexy panties and matching bra for nothing?” She cups my hard cock.
“How about if you watch me suck your cock?” She gets down on her knees and her hand quickly opens my pants and they’re around my hips.
My cock springs free and she has her hand around the base as she takes me as far as she can in her throat. I watch her mouth swallow my cock.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise as she moves her fist up and down my cock at the same time her tongue flicks my tip. “Open your throat.” My hips move to shove my cock deeper down.
My hands go to the sides of her head. “Fuck my mouth,” she eggs me on as she sucks one of my balls into her mouth, “then I want you to fuck me like you said you were going to.”
“Going to coat that mouth of yours with my cum,” I tell her as she takes me to the back of her throat, her hand gripping my cock tighter as she gags and looks up at me.
“Too much?” I ask her, my hips moving slowly to get her used to it.
She shakes her head and then lets go of my cock, standing up.
I watch her peel her pants off her hips, my hand going to my cock and fisting it, leaving her in her black lace underwear and my jersey.
“I want to play with myself while you fuck my mouth.” She comes back and squats down in front of me as her hand joins mine.
“You can play with yourself.” I move my hand out of the way and she takes over. “But don’t make yourself come.”
“That’s not fair.” She lets go of my cock for just enough time to whine out.
“Don’t make yourself come, Kylie.” My hips thrust. “Take yourself to the edge and then pull back.” I know when she slides her fingers into her pussy because she moans around my cock, and I thrust so hard my balls slap her chin.
“Going to come in that mouth of yours,” I tell her, “then I’m going to finger fuck you until you come on my hand.
” My hips increase their pace. “I’m going to eat that sweet pussy of yours.
” Her hand is so tight around my cock it’s torture.
“And then I’ll finally get to spread those legs”—I see her hand moving faster—“and slam into that perfect pussy.” She moans and I know she’s close.
“Take your fingers out of your pussy right now and hold them up.” She does as I say, holding up her hand and I grab her wrist, bending down and licking her two fingers clean.
The whole time I fuck her mouth faster. “I’m there,” I growl between clenched teeth while my balls get tight, and I shoot to the back of her throat.
Her hand moves even faster. “Suck the cum out of me, baby,” I urge her, and her eyes look into mine.
“Take it all.” I shoot again and she swallows.
“That’s my girl.” My thrusts slow down as I slip out of her mouth.
“Yes,” she moans, and I grab her under her arms and pull her to standing.
“Let me feel how wet that made you.” I slide my hands into her panties, my fingers feeling the wetness on my hand.
“Perfect,” I whisper as I slide my middle finger into her, “tight.” I slide the second finger into her.
Her hands go to my stomach as I rub her G-spot, “So hot,” I tell her and she looks up at me, and she opens her legs wider, “so needy.”
“Knox,” she moans my name, practically begging me.
“Lift your shirt and show me your tits,” I urge and she lifts her shirt and pushes down the black lace bra, her nipples hard.
I bend my head, taking one in as I try and finger fuck her faster, but my hand is restricted.
So instead, I just bury my finger in her and press my finger against her G-spot over and over again.
Her hands go to my wrist, gripping it hard as she pants out.
“Always ready for me,” I praise her, moving to the other nipple, “always drenched and waiting.” I can feel her get even tighter.
“You need to come?” I ask her and she just moans.
“I’m the only one who is going to make you come,” I tell her.
She opens her mouth and nothing but a moan comes out.
“With my fingers.” I move to kiss her neck as her head flies back.
“My tongue,” she starts to tremble, “or my cock, it's going to be me.” She comes on my fingers, I wrap one arm around her as she starts to sink to the floor.
“Mine,” I tell her. “Your mouth is mine to come in.” I nip her earlobe.
“Your pussy is mine to come in.” She nods her head.
“Your tits are going to be mine to come on.”
I pull my fingers out of her and swing her up in my arms, one hand under her legs, the other around her back.
I place her on the bed on her knees, and I bend to kiss her mouth.
Her hand goes to fist my cock, my pants still around my hips, as our tongues play around with each other.
She finally lets me go and she turns around, giving me her back.
I watch her peel her panties down her hips as I pull my pants off.
Lifting one knee then the other before tossing her panties to the side, she then opens her legs for me and gets down on her elbows.
“Fuck me, Knox.” She wiggles her ass to the side. I walk to the bed and she’s the perfect height for me to just stand up and fuck her. I grip my cock in my hand, place it at her entrance, and slowly slide into her. My name on her shirt stares at me.
“Fuck, you were made for my cock.” I move her hips back and forth, slamming into her faster and faster.
“You’re fucking mine, Kylie.” Her hand extends in front of her and she grips the sheet to stop from flying across the bed.
I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before, and she meets my thrusts with her own. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” She looks over her shoulder. “Only you.”
“Play with your clit,” I demand, and she thrusts one hand in between us, moving it side to side as fast as I fuck her.
She comes apart before me and right when she stops contracting on my dick, I pull out of her pussy and fist my cock as I come on her ass.
“Fuck,” I groan, gripping my cock as I see my cum on her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard before in my life. ”
She doesn’t say anything, she just lies there on her stomach.
“I’m going to have to wear this sweater more often.
” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Now I’m thinking about how to get up without getting cum on the covers.
” She gets up on her knees again and I bend my head, my tongue sliding into her pussy. “Hmm,” I moan and she does also.
“Fucking taste like heaven,” I tell her as I move away to give her space to get on her feet. “Go start the shower and sit on the bench,” I tell her as she takes off the sweater. “Put your feet up.”
“Okay,” she agrees, walking to the bathroom.
When I meet her in there a couple of minutes later, she’s got two fingers moving in and out of her with one hand rolling her nipples.
“I started without you,” she states, and I smirk as my cock goes from half-mast to rock-solid.
“Don’t worry,” she winks, “I didn’t make myself come.
” I step in and get on my knees, licking up her slit, and I make her come on my mouth over and over again.
* * *
“What time do we have to be at Kirby’s?” I lean against the counter and watch her move around the kitchen wearing my shirt from last night.
“Probably around one,” she replies and I’m about to say something else when the phone rings from the counter. I look at the screen and see it’s my father calling. “Answer it,” she urges from beside me.
I close my eyes and know I have to answer it, and we definitely have to have a talk. “Hello,” I answer the phone.
“Knox,” he says my name as if he’s surprised I answered the phone, “how are you doing?”
“I’m good,” I respond to him as I feel her arms go around my waist and she kisses my chest softly.
“Your mother and I were wondering if we could talk to you.” I look down at Kylie. “We can come there or you can come here.” I wait a beat. “It will only be the three of us,” he answers the question I would have asked him about my sister, “if you have time.”
“I can be there in about thirty minutes, but I can’t stay long. I have lunch with Kirby,” I tell him.
“We’ll be waiting for you.” He hangs up.
“I have to go to see my parents,” I tell her.
“Good.” She smiles. “I think you guys need to have this talk. For all of you.”
“I want you to come with me,” I inform her, and she shakes her head.
“Not this time. It should be the three of you.” She avoids looking at me. “Next time though.” I nod, not wanting to push her to come with me.
Twenty minutes later, I’m walking down to the front door wearing jeans and a T-shirt. “If you want, I will go to Kirby’s and you can either meet me there later or not at all and then—” I stop her from talking by kissing her lips.
“I’ll be home in thirty minutes,” I assure her. “We are going to Kirby’s and we are going together.”
“I just—” she starts to say. “Okay, fine.” I kiss her goodbye as she walks up the steps, going to shower.
I nervously make my way over to my parents’ house, parking at the curb and ringing the doorbell for the first time in my life. Usually I would just walk in, well before that is, now I feel like I’m a stranger.
My father opens the door and smiles at me. “The door was open.” He says nothing else to me. “Come in.”
“Thank you,” I reply and I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin. “I don’t have much time.”
I hear footsteps coming down the hall and my mother joins us. “I made us lunch,” she announces and I shake my head.
“I’m having lunch at Kirby’s,” I tell her and she just nods.
“You could have cancelled your plans to eat with us,” my mother starts, “we haven’t seen you in months.”
“Next time,” I tell her as I walk over to the living room and sit down. “You said you wanted to talk to me.” I sit and watch my father put his hand on my mother’s back and makes her walk to the couch first, then he sits next to her.
“We need to talk about this whole thing,” my father starts. “Your sister—” I hold up my hand.
“Listen, Dad, I don’t have anything to say about that.”
“She’s your sister,” my mother snaps, taking her side. “You can’t just not talk to her for the rest of your life.”
“She’s my sister,” I begin to say, and my voice stays calm, “and we both went through a traumatic life experience that I don’t think many people go through.
” I look at them. “But when we were going through it, all she did was think about herself. She blamed me.” I put my hand to my chest. “As if Jeremy cheating on her was my fault.”
“Well, if you hadn’t depended on him,” my mother starts, and I get up to my feet as my father puts his hand on her knee.
“I’m not going to sit here and defend myself against him. I asked him to help out, I didn’t ask him to fuck my wife!” I roar. “Now, she forgave him, good for her. I don’t. I never will. I don’t have to.”
“You could forgive Josephine,” my mother says. “She made a mistake.”
“Wow.” I put my hands on my hips.
“She’s sorry and she regrets it.” My mother defends my wife instead of defending me. “You didn’t even try and forgive her.” She gets to her feet. “Instead, you parade a whore—”
“Watch yourself,” I warn, my voice tight and then I look at my father, who gets up.
“That’s enough,” he says. “We said we wanted to talk, this isn’t talking.”
“I have nothing to say anymore. Whatever I did have to say obviously doesn’t matter to you.
” I look at my mother, who is glaring at me.
“Kylie is the woman I’m going to marry,” I inform her, and she gasps as her hand goes to her mouth.
“So if you are going to have any relationship with me from this day on, you have to know that I come with her as a package.”
“That gold digger,” she accuses, and I burst out laughing.
“That gold digger is more loaded than I will ever be.” I don’t think I could shock her more.
“Yeah.” I look to my father. “I’m sorry this is how it has to be.
But it is what it is. I will be cordial to you in front of the kids, because I was brought up with respect, but that is as much as I will give you both.
” I look to my mother. “And if I find out that you speak one word against Kylie to my children, I can guarantee you I will stop you from seeing them.”
“You wouldn’t,” she hisses.
“I would,” I retort. “One fucking word, Mother, and you will never see them again.”
“We won’t say anything,” my father assures me for both of them. “We would like to meet her again.”
“We will do no such thing,” my mother snaps, putting her shoulders back.
“You are willing to lose your son, for what?” he asks her.
“For who?” He doesn’t wait for her to answer.
“For Jeremy?” She doesn’t say anything. “For Josephine? Good fucking Lord, woman, they broke up this family and you are defending the wrong person. In all of this, he did nothing wrong.” He points to me.
“I have a right to my opinion,” she spits, fighting her fight.
“And you have a right to keep your opinion to yourself,” I say.
“I will—” my mother starts to defy me, and my father roars out again.
“For fuck’s sake.” He throws his hands up. “Listen to yourself.”
She turns and storms out of the room. “I didn’t want to come here for this,” I tell my father, “but it had to be said.”
“Your sister and you are the best things I’ve ever done in my life, and we raised you guys to have each other’s back.”
“Dad,” I say, and he holds up his hand.
“I get it,” he tells me, “I get it.” His voice goes lower. “I just wish it was different.”
“I do too,” I admit to him. “I really do. I just can’t do it.” I take a second and then turn to walk out of the house. “I’ll call you soon.”
“I would like that. I would like that very much.”
I walk out of the house, shutting the door behind me, and head to my SUV, smiling despite everything, because I know Kylie is waiting for me at home.