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“K nox,” Aiva moaned as she arched her back. “Knox, baby, please,” she pleaded.
She tried to pull herself away, but it was useless. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs, locking her in place as he sucked on her sensitive clit. He was torturing her. It may have been the sweetest of tortures, but it was torture.
Aiva sat up on her elbows and looked at him to find him watching her. She felt like she was damn near close to tears as her next orgasm built, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself because she’d said she would need the morning to recuperate, and he was making damn sure that she would.
When they’d gotten back to their room from the lounge, they’d showered separately, the shower being barely big enough for one of them, and no sooner than he got out, he yanked her down on the bed and buried his face between her legs.
She’d cum three…no four times so far, and her clit was screaming for a break at the same time it was barreling towards its next orgasm. Aiva wasn’t sure she’d ever had a partner who enjoyed giving oral as much as Knox, and while she was not complaining about it, he definitely liked to see her squirm. Push her to the edge of sensitivity with his tongue.
He kept his eyes on her as he sucked her clit, watched the way her stomach dipped and quivered. Her legs shook, and she felt her next orgasm approaching. She bit her bottom lip as heat erupted in her stomach, and she tried to keep from yelling out. She was sure their neighbors, one being her sister, could hear her. The walls weren’t exactly the thickest. She didn’t succeed.
“Knox!” she exclaimed as her orgasm ripped through her, and it hurt. It hurt so deliciously, right at the precipice of pleasure and overstimulation. Aiva felt like her body was convulsing, and when he made no show of stopping, of releasing her clit, she gripped his hair. “Baby, please.”
His response was to suck harder, and she whimpered as she pulled his hair, trying to pull him away while trying to pull her legs free of the vice grip he had her in. She squirmed some more, and when it was clear he had no intention of releasing her clit, she grabbed his arm.
“Knox, seriously, stop eating my pussy.”
He did as she said, but it was with a chuckle against her pussy, and she knew it was the only reason he had. “It’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
When he released her thighs, Aiva immediately moved away from him. “Well, if you weren’t trying to kill me with your tongue, I wouldn’t have had to say it.”
He licked his lips, the lower half of his face covered in her wetness, like moisturizer in his goatee. “You have to admit it’d be a hell of a way to go, but I can’t help that I enjoy the way you taste.”
“You can help the fact that you’re trying to kill me.”
He kissed his way up her stomach. “Well, they do call orgasms the tiny deaths.”
Aiva laughed, and it quickly morphed into a gasp as he rubbed his length along her slit, brushing over her clit. She placed her hands on his chest and nudged him off of her. When he lay on his back, she moved between his legs. He’d tortured her with his tongue expertise, and now it was time for her to return the favor. She knew also that she was still far too sensitive to take his dick.
She took him in her hand as he sat up and moved to sit against the headboard. She licked the underside of his dick, swirling her tongue around the head, and she looked up at him. His eyes were dark, the look in them predatory. It sent heat into the pit of her stomach. She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick again before taking it into her mouth.
Aiva sucked just the head, flicked her tongue over the slit as she fondled his balls. Precum dribbled from him like a slow fountain, and she relished the taste on her tongue, her eyes closing. Knox’s thumb caressing her cheek had them fluttering open to look at him.
“Take it all,” he commanded, his voice like gravel.
She released the head of his dick with a light pop. “Someone’s impatient,” she teased.
Knox took his dick in his hand and rubbed the head along her lips. “I want my dick down your throat.” He pressed the head against her lips. “Open.”
The weight of his words, the sheer depth of that deep baritone, had her pussy leaking. Fuck having him down her throat; she wanted him deep in her pussy now. Sensitivity be damned, but she would be patient. Aiva enjoyed the feel of his dick on her tongue, the smooth hardness.
She did as he asked, and he slipped the head past her lips. His free hand went to the back of her head, and he pushed her down. When he hit resistance, he brought his other hand to her head and pushed past it quickly, causing her to gag.
Aiva knew he’d done it on purpose. She’d proven she could take every inch of him into her mouth, and she’d learned he enjoyed the sound of her choking on his dick. He liked the way her throat contracted, attempting to expel him, but the action only gave him more pleasure. So he’d push in before she’d had time to relax her throat fully.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, pulling out slowly. Only to snap his hips and thrust down her throat, causing her to gag again. “That’s it. Choke on it for me.”
His fingers were firm in her hair as he picked his pace. Thrusting into her mouth with quick, deep strokes as he stabbed her gag reflex. It took a minute before she could relax her throat and allow him to slip in effortlessly.
“Shit,” Knox groaned as her lips pressed against the flesh of his groin. “Hold it just like that, baby.”
Aiva breathed through her nose as she complied. She wouldn’t be able to move away if she wanted to, not with his tight hold on her. She was easily at his mercy, and it was proven a minute later when her throat flexed, and she tried to pull off. Knox pushed his hips up, keeping his dick firmly where it was as he held her in place.
“I didn’t tell you to move.”
Her hands gripped the sheets as she tried to concentrate, and when she was sure she couldn’t keep him in any longer, it was as if he read her mind and released her. Aiva came off his dick with a gasp, sucking air into her lungs. She could feel his eyes on her, and when she met them, she would have sworn they were damn near black, his pupils blown wide. It would have sent unease down her spine if she didn’t know or trust him.
Aiva learned that sleeping with Knox was like fucking Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He would give her so much pleasure during foreplay, almost to the point of her being overwhelmed. But when it was his turn to receive it, he would take what he wanted, how he wanted.
His soft touches, euphoric kisses, and swipes of his tongue would turn into hard thrusts of his dick in her pussy, down her throat, in whatever position he wanted her in. And even while taking, he still somehow kept the right balance of pleasuring her, keeping her turned on, and for that, she would take whatever he gave her.
He ran his thumb along her lower lip. “So pretty.” He gripped her chin, pulling her back down. “But you aren’t done, baby.”
Aiva opened her mouth, and he wasted no time thrusting as deep as he could. She knew her throat would be sore as hell the following day.
K nox felt Aiva’s throat spasm around his dick, and he knew if he kept it there as he had been when it happened over the past ten minutes, he’d end up cumming down her throat. Slowly, he pulled out of her mouth, releasing her chin as she took a deep breath. Fuck, if she didn’t look like an absolute vision with saliva running down her chin, eyes watering from the treatment he’d given her. He might have been a little too rough, were he being honest, but she hadn’t complained, and it spurred him on.
He was aware he was selfish in bed once he’d made sure his partner got what they needed, once he’d made them cum multiple times, but he couldn’t remember the last time it had been to this extent. He wanted to possess every inch of her body. Leave his mark on her, and make her feel him for days after, make her crave him for weeks to come. It was such a primal urge. One she constantly allowed him to satiate.
Knox reached for a condom on the nightstand, and when he had it rolled down his length, he grabbed Aiva and flipped them over. He took her lips in a possessive kiss, and he reached between them to finger her pussy. She was dripping wet, his fingers engulfed by her heat, and he was sure it would feel like his dick was drowning even through the condom.
He removed his soaked fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. Knox grabbed the base of his dick and pushed in, their moans filling the room until he was seated. There was pure desire in Aiva’s eyes, and it fueled his hunger, his need to take her apart.
He hooked his arms under her legs, leaned forward, and placed his hands on either side of her, folding her damn near in half. His dick twitched at the prospect of her cumming for him that way, in that position, while he made her take every inch.
“Can I fuck you the way I want to?” he asked, grinding his hips, rubbing against her clit. “Can I take what I want from this wet pussy?”
Regardless of the way he planned on fucking her, Knox wanted her to tell him, to give him permission to act as if her body was made only for him. For him to please, for him to make cum, for him to use until they were both content.
“Yes. Yes, baby. Plea…huh.”
Her plea morphed into a gasp as he pulled out and thrust back in. Yes, was all he needed. All he required to do what he’d asked her if he could. He didn’t hesitate once he’d gotten it. His goal was to bury his dick as far as he could, make her take all of it and then attempt to push further as he drove her to orgasm.
Each of his hard thrusts rocked her body up the bed. The sound of their skin slapping reverberated through the room as if his hand were connecting with her ass repeatedly. It mixed with their moans and the gasps Aiva released as he fucked into her. She grabbed his biceps, her nails biting into the flesh, and Knox dipped his head, bit one of her nipples, and her pussy squeezed around him. He swirled his tongue over the bud, but knew it would do little to ease the sting.
“Baby,” Aiva whined, and he knew she was close to cumming, could feel the way she squeezed around him, her pussy fluttering like it was trying to catch its breath.
“Tell me.”
“I’m…fuck! I’m going to cum.”
“What if I don’t want you to cum?” He brushed his lips against hers. “What if I stop fucking you? If I make you hold it?”
He had no intention of doing either of those things. He wanted her to cum, wanted her to drench his dick to where it felt as if there was no barrier of latex between them, but the desperation that took over her eyes at his questions was erotic.
“No, Knox, baby, please.”
His dick twitched. “You sound so pretty, begging me to let you cum.” He nipped her bottom lip. “But what do I get if I let you?”
He knew she couldn’t hold out much longer and could feel her legs shaking in his grip. She was right there, ready to topple over the edge.
“Whatever you want. Just…please don’t stop.”
Knox smirked against her lips as his hips picked up speed. The thought of stopping had never crossed his mind, but she didn’t know that. The relentless need she had to cum, for him to make her cum was nothing short of an ego boost that rocketed to his dick.
“Fuck!” Aiva exclaimed after several thrusts, and he could feel her cum on his dick. Her grip on his biceps tightened as her legs shook.
He fucked her through it. Gradually slowing before coming to a stop as he placed soft kisses on her lips, and lowered her still shaking legs to the bed. Aiva removed her hands from his arms and cupped his face.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous cumming for me,” he stated. He rotated his hips, pulling a gasp from her before pulling out.
Knox turned her onto her side and laid behind her. He hiked her leg up, taking it once again over his arm, and slipped his dick back inside her. She moaned as she reached back, her hand flattening against his abdomen.
“Knox, wait.”
“Move your hand.”
“Baby,” she whimpered.
“You told me I could fuck you how I wanted to, and right now…” He pulled out, jutted his hips, and thrust back in deep, causing her to moan loudly. “I want to fuck you like this. With your pussy still sensitive and quivering on my dick.” Another hard thrust. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me?”
Aiva’s response was to move her hand, and Knox kissed her shoulder. He hiked her leg up higher; her knee almost touching her ear, and slid his other arm under her. He wrapped his hand around her throat, tipping her head back against his shoulder.
“Now, let’s see if we can give your sister something to tease you about tomorrow.”
Aiva moaned at his words, and he thrust into her depths. He had plans on them keeping every room in the vicinity up. When their vacation ended, he was sure their neighbors would despise them.