Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
J esus Christ . Knox tilted his head and kissed Nola harder.
She was a small, curvy handful. A curvy, naked handful. He clenched his hands on the smooth skin of her ass.
He wanted her. So damn much.
His dick was painfully hard. Right then, he didn’t care who she was related to. She didn’t feel wrong. She felt right.
She felt like his.
“ Knox ,” she said breathily, her voice filled with need. Her mouth moved along his jaw.
“I want you, Sprite. So bad. I want to fuck you until neither of us can move.”
Her legs squeezed on him. “ Yes . Let’s do that.”
He slid a hand up and cupped her breast.
Her eyes glowed hot. “You’re all I’ve thought about since last night.”
Knox felt so damn hungry for her. A little out of control.
Wasn’t sure he liked it, but he liked Nola. He loved the feel of her.
“When I heard you were in danger…I had to get to you. And if anyone had laid a hand on you, what’s mine, I’d have killed them.”
He heard her sharp intake of breath. Her blue eyes gleamed. “Yours?”
“Yes. From the moment I kissed you last night.”
He took her mouth with his. Her supple lips met his, parting for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth. The feel and taste of her hit him hard. She moved against him, moaning.
Knox spun and carried her across the room. He was thankful the bed was right there, and he didn’t have to go far. He laid her on her back and let himself take her all in.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Slim legs, curvy hips, a nipped-in waist, and those pretty breasts.
She lay there, unashamed, letting him look his fill.
“I’m gonna make you feel good, Nola.”
She shifted her legs. “I’m on board with that.”
He pressed his hands on either side of her hips on the bed. “Are you ready to scream my name?”
“ Yes .”
He groaned. “Look at this pretty pussy.” He nudged her legs apart, and stroked. She was waxed bare. He cupped her, dipped his fingers through her slick folds. “You’re wet already.”
“For you.”
“You’re ready for my cock too, aren’t you?”
She nodded, her face flushed.
“My good Sprite.” He pushed her thighs wider apart, and the tantalizing scent of her arousal hit him. Then he found her clit and rubbed. It was swollen and stiff.
She moved restlessly on the covers, pushing into his touch.
“Where’s your tattoo?” he demanded. “I’ve been dying to know ever since you told me.”
Her lips parted. “On my butt.”
With a growl, he flipped her over.
That ass. Perfectly curved. Then he saw the black ink on her left cheek. It was a magnolia flower.
“Pretty and sexy.” He traced the delicate lines of the tattoo with one finger and heard her gasp. Damn, he was as hard as steel. He covered her body with his, then bit her ear. She pushed her bare ass against him and rubbed.
“Needy little thing.” He pressed kisses down her spine, then he reached her ass. He kissed her tattoo, then bit her soft buttock.
She made husky, little sounds that he loved. He wanted to hear more of them.
He slid his fingers lower and buried one inside her. She let out a long moan, not afraid to show how much she wanted this, wanted him. He pulled back and slid two inside her. Damn, she was tight.
Then she pushed forward, rising up on her knees.
He groaned. “Spread wide for me, Sprite. I need to taste you so bad.” He gripped her ass cheeks, then buried his face against her, his mouth on her pussy.
She cried out, shoving back against his tongue.
“Hold still,” he growled. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy until you’re slick and begging.”
“Fine with me,” she panted.
He licked her, and she whimpered. He slid his fingers inside her and then slapped one ass cheek. He kept sliding his fingers deep as he licked and sucked.
Her tiny body was shaking while his cock was so hard that he thought it would burst through his jeans. He felt her pussy clench on his fingers, then she stiffened.
“Knox… God …” Her moan turned to a scream.
He shoved his tongue deep, licking as he squeezed her clit. Hearing her come, feeling her come, was one of the best things he’d ever experienced.
She sagged forward on the bed, limp and panting. He pressed a kiss to the top of her ass, right where she had a cute little dimple, then let his fingers trace her tattoo.
“I like your tattoo.”
She huffed out a little laugh. “I could tell.”
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Nola. Feel good?” He dropped a kiss to her shoulder blade.
She turned her head and looked back at him. “Yes. So, so good.”
He stroked his fingers through her slick folds, then glided them over her clit. She trembled. “Good. Because now you’re going to come for me again.”
Her eyes went wide. “Knox, I’m not sure I can…”
“Let’s find out.”
Wow .
Nola rolled onto her back, dragging in air. She’d just come again. Best. Orgasm. Ever.
She’d known from the second she’d seen Knox—in all his silver fox glory—that it would be like this. That he’d know exactly how to pleasure a woman.
He rose, looking very smug, his lips glistening with her juices.
She let her gaze run over him. Time for her to have some fun of her own. She propped herself up on her elbow.
“Take your jeans off, Knox.”
He started unbuttoning his jeans and she watched the muscles flex in his arms and abs. His gaze was locked on her, but she was too busy taking him in.
Yum. Yum. Yum.
He flicked his jeans open, and her mouth watered. Then he shucked off both the denim and boxer shorts in one move.
And Nola started panting again.
“Feeling hungry, Sprite?” His voice was deep and low.
“Very.” His cock was as impressive as the rest of him—thick, swollen, beautiful.
He reached over the bed and lifted her like she weighed nothing. He sat down, leaning back against the pillows and headboard, then settled her on top of him so she was straddling his hips.
Then he cupped her face and kissed her.
Every sensation felt magnified—the scrape of his salt-and-pepper stubble, the feel of his strong fingers gripping her, the forceful plunge of his tongue.
She gripped his shoulders and kissed him back, with every bit of the desire throbbing inside her.
The kiss was hard, deep, and wet. A kiss that felt like it mattered. It wasn’t just a prelude to hot sex. No, Knox kissed her like he needed it.
He pulled back, then gripped her chin. “Nola, if we do this… I slide inside you, then you’re mine. Once won’t be enough.”
“For me, too.” Her pulse tripped, and she rubbed against him. Against all that hard muscle.
“Fuck, Nola, I don’t want to hurt you.”
She leaned closer and pressed her forehead to his. “I’m right here, Knox, with my eyes wide open. Now, will you please fuck me?”
“My pleasure, Sprite, but first, I want my mouth on these pretty breasts.”
He pulled her closer, and his beard scraped her skin. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and she rocked against him, small cries escaping her. She felt his big, hard cock beneath her.
“ Knox .”
“I know, Sprite. I’ll make it better.” He switched to the other breast, licking and sucking.
Just when she thought she’d implode, he reached for the bedside table and grabbed his wallet. He pulled out a condom and tore the packet open, then nudged her back. His big cock was right there between them. She bit her lip. So hard, so thick.
She really wanted her mouth on him. Her hands would have to do for now.
“Let me.” She took the condom. She circled his wide girth, and his hips flexed up. Pre-come leaked from the tip, and she rubbed her fingers through it. His cock pulsed in her hand, and she saw the muscles in his stomach tense. Then she quickly rolled the latex on.
She was desperate to have him inside her.
“Need you.” He gripped her hips and lifted her, positioning her where he wanted her.
“I love when you do that,” she breathed. “Lift me like I weigh nothing.”
“You do, compared to me.” He wrapped one hand around his cock and nudged between her legs.
A moan escaped her.
“You’re small, Sprite. You’re going to have to work to get me inside you.”
Her belly clenched. “I can take you, my big silver fox.”
He growled and she lowered her hips, taking him inch by inch inside her. They both groaned.
“That’s it, Nola.”
Oh, shit . She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his heavy muscles. He stretched her, but she wanted more. She wriggled her hips, and sank lower, took more of him.
“Nearly there, Sprite.” His voice was a growl.
“So good. So much.” She shoved down and felt him deep inside her. She whimpered.
“Fuck me,” Knox groaned, voice low and rough and hot.
“I love you inside me.” She rolled her hips, rocking into a rhythm.
His hands clamped on her hips, urging her on. “That sweet pussy is gripping me hard.”
She angled her hips so that each stroke hit her clit. She moved faster, panting, grinding against him.
His hands gripped her ass, moving her on his big cock. Soon she felt hot, mindless, wild with need. Everything inside her tightened, and her skin flushed. Pleasure bloomed inside her, hot and intense.
“Knox, oh God. I’m going to come.”
“We’re coming together.” He surged up and flipped her onto her back. He pushed her legs up onto his shoulders, and covered her, then thrust back inside her.
She cried out, her hands twisting in the sheets. “ Yes .”
“You like it hard,” he said as he moved inside her. His hips slapped against hers.
“Yes. More .”
He picked up speed, his big cock hammering inside her. She gripped his arms and scratched. She lifted her hips to meet his heavy thrusts.
The pleasure built, coiling hot in her belly. The intensity of it was a little scary. For her, an orgasm had always been a fun pop of pleasure. Not a soul-searing sensation that threatened to splinter her apart.
She gripped him harder. His skin was coated in perspiration, his muscles tensed.
“ Knox …” She made a keening sound.
“Come, Sprite.”
His next thrust was even harder, and she shattered.
Every worry was washed away by a flood of pure pleasure. She cried out his name, and felt lightheaded by the rush.
She opened her eyes.
Knox’s gaze was locked on her face.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he said.
“Now come for me,” she demanded.
His next thrusts were harder, wilder.
She stared at his rugged face, at the straining muscles in his throat and shoulders, then with his next thrust, he bottomed out, and a groan ripped out of him.
God, he was gorgeous. She watched him as he came inside her.
Then he dropped beside her on the bed and pressed a kiss to her neck, his warm breath puffing over her skin.
“Once will definitely not be enough, Sprite.”