Chapter 27 #3
His hands went everywhere. Palms rough on my tits, sliding down ribs, kneading ass cheeks, fingers dipping between to feel my wetness. He settled heavy on top of me, his weight pinning me down, cock trapped between us already stiffening, hot and sticky against my thigh, smearing left over cum.
“Knox,” I whispered, mesmerized by his recovery time.
“I’m desperate for you, Lina,” he said, and then he kissed me.
It was messy, our hips grinding against each other. I was soaked, my pussy lips slick and swollen, juices coating his cock, dripping to my ass crack. The friction burned good, clit pulsing with each drag, my own wetness squelching soft.
But I needed him in me.
My hips lifted to pull him, but he resisted. Instead, he rolled us fast so I was straddling his hips, my knees sinking into the bed on either side, his cock standing up straight against my pussy.
“Ride me,” he said, his voice rough and his hands on my hips, gripping bruises.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I lifted up, grabbed his base, still slick from my mouth, and lined the head to my hole.
Sank down slowly, feeling the stretch burn as the thick head pushed my lips apart, then inch by inch filling me, walls parting around the girth, veins dragging inside.
He bottomed out with a shared groan, our pubic bones flush, his cockhead nudging deep as his pelvis pressed my clit deliciously.
Then I started to move.
It was slow at first, my hips lifting and dropping, feeling him slide out wet then plunge back, balls brushing my ass.
I kept my hands on his chest for leverage, nails digging into pecs.
Then I started moving faster, rolling my hips front to back, grinding clit on his base on each downstroke, my tits bouncing with the pace.
The bed creaked loud under us, our skin slapping wet as my arousal dripped down his shaft to soak his balls.
Knox’s hands gripped my waist, thumbs pressing my hip bones, guiding me up and down harder, helping lift me so he could thrust up.
His eyes were locked on my face, watching how my mouth opened, how my eyes fluttered, drinking in every moan he pulled from my throat.
Maybe I should’ve been embarrassed with how intensely he was staring at me, but I couldn’t care less.
I liked him watching me. It made me feel desired.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “Your pussy is taking me so deep, baby.”
The pressure built fast. His cock kept dragging my walls, head hitting that beautiful spot inside with each grind, his pelvis rubbing my clit fucking raw. My breathing turned to gasps, thighs were burning from exertion, sweat trickling between my tits to drip on his chest.
“That’s it, baby,” Knox groaned, hips bucking up harder. “Ride your cock, show me who fucking owns it.”
The words pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around him, pleasure crashing through me in waves as my vision blurred. Knox followed a moment later, his hips jerking up as he spilled inside me.
I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting and satisfied, our skin slick and stuck together. His arms wrapped around me tight and for a long moment, we just lay there, tangled together, catching our breath.
“That was...” I started.
“Amazing? Incredible? Best sex of your life?” he supplied.
I pretended to consider it. Then I shrugged. “Average.”
The room went dead quiet, just our heavy breaths hanging in the air.
Knox’s face transformed from satisfied to absolutely outraged. His gray eyes narrowed on me, jaw ticking tight. “Average?”
Before I could react, his arms hooked under me, yanking me right off the bed.
My legs snapped around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at his lower back, arms clamping around his neck as I yelped.
In two long strides, he had my back pressed against the concrete wall, the cold bite shocking my overheated skin, rough texture scraping right away as he pressed in close.
We were face to face now, noses almost bumping, his gray eyes burning into mine with this fierce determination, his breath hot on my lips.
“Average,” he growled low, voice rumbling through his chest into mine. “I’ll show you average.”
He lifted me higher, adjusted his grip on my thighs, and slammed into me.
His hands dug into my thighs, fingers bruising deep as he lifted me higher, spreading my legs wider around him.
His cock was hard again, and without warning he slammed into me hard.
The thick head punched through my swollen lips, stretching walls that were already tender and soaked, bottoming out with a wet smack that echoed off the walls.
I cried out loud, the jolt shooting sparks down my spine.
Oh my fucking god.
My head fell back against the wall as he set a brutal pace, fucking me hard and fast, each thrust driving his cock balls-deep, pulling out halfway then ramming back in.
My pussy gripped him tight, walls fluttering around the veined shaft, my juices and his earlier load squelching out with every plunge, dripping down my ass.
My back scraped against the concrete with each movement, but the pain mixed with the pleasure, making my vision blur white at the edges.
The angle was fucking devastating.
“Knox,” I gasped, nails raking his shoulders, leaving red trails. “Oh god, Knox...”
“That’s right. Not so average now, is it?” he grunted, teeth bared in a fierce expression. It was too damn fucking hot.
I was close already, the pressure coiling tight in my gut, thighs trembling around him, breaths coming in short pants.
But then he slowed down suddenly, his hips rolling lazy, cock dragging out slowly until just the head stayed in my entrance, my lips clinging to it.
The emptiness hit me hard, and my clit throbbed, neglected.
I whined low, frustrated, hips twitching down for more. “Knox, please...”
“Please what?” His voice came rough, teasing, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple, making me hiss.
“Please let me come.”
“Hmm.” He thrust back in deliberately slowly, inch by thick inch parting my folds. Held there, rolling hips in small circles. “I don’t know. Maybe I should keep you on the edge for a while. Let you think about what you said.”
I gasped. “You wouldn’t-”
But he fucking did.
He fucked me like that for what felt like forever, building me up hard first, pounding relentless until my screams bounced off the concrete, my pussy spasming wild, right on the brink…
Then he’d ease off to shallow grinds or full stops, his cock throbbing inside me while I begged hoarsely, tears pricking my eyes from the denial.
Sweat poured off us both, mixing salty on our skin, and the wet slaps and my desperate moans were the only sounds in the damn room.
After a while, my nerves were fried, my body shook nonstop as every muscle pulled tight. “Knox,” I sobbed real tears now, streaking down my cheeks from sheer need, head lolling on the wall. “Please. I can’t... I need...”
“What do you need, baby?” He leaned in, his lips brushing mine.
“You. I need you. Please let me come.”
His hand cracked down on my ass cheek and a sharp sting bloomed hot, my skin tingling as the slap echoed, the sparks shooting straight to my clit.
Then his fingers gripped my chin rough, tilting my face up just as his mouth crashed on mine in a hard, deep kiss.
His tongue was fucking in brutal, tasting the salt of my tears and his own cum from earlier.
“Come for me,” he growled right against my lips, breath ragged.
He slammed into me one final time, angling just the right amount to put some pressure on my clit, and I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me so hard I couldn’t breathe or think, couldn’t do anything but feel my pussy clamping down in brutal spasms, milking him wave after wave.
I heard Knox groan as he followed me over the edge, felt him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum.
“Was that fucking average?” he grunted into my mouth, still buried deep and twitching with aftershocks.
I shook my head. Words were beyond me. My brain had completely short-circuited alongside my body.
He didn’t pull out, just wrapped his arms securely around my thighs and back, and carried me back to the bed.
I was clinging koala-tight around him, moaning each time his cock shifted inside, which basically was with each step.
We hit the mattress together, collapsing in a heap, his weight half on me comforting.
“Okay,” I managed finally, my voice hoarse. “Not average.”
“Damn right.” He smiled at me, proudly. Fuck him.