Chapter 11
ELEVEN
CANDACE
“I want to dance for you,” I tell him, and a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.
“Right now?” He questions me like I should be a blubbering mess on the floor instead of aroused by his simple existence. I nod my head and give him a coy smile.
He spreads his arms out wide along the back of the booth, a sly grin gracing his mouth as he looks up at me, his eyes drunk with lust. His legs are spread apart, welcoming me, encouraging me to climb upon his lap.
I turn away from him with a cheeky grin on my face.
I no longer feel nervous. He makes me feel alive.
I know he’s a dangerous man, but only in a way where I know he would kill anyone who dares harm me.
I bend over slowly, sliding my hands down the softness of my bare legs.
Knox has a direct view of my ass on full display in front of him.
I glance at him from between my legs and watch as his tongue runs over his bottom lip while staring at my backside.
Slowly rising back up, I turn my body, swaying my hips to the music while roaming my hands over my breasts, dragging them down my core.
The rhythm and I have become one, and I find myself getting lost with the tempo, letting it take over my movements.
I take two short strides and lean over Knox’s body just close enough for him to feel the warmth of my breath on his ear.
“Do you want me, Knox?” I tease, and hear a deep growl within his chest. I dip my body low, placing my hands on top of his legs for support. Bringing myself level with his cock. I see it twitch beneath his pants, bulging with arousal for me, and my grin widens further.
He doesn’t move, just watches me as I use my body to seduce him in ways I never thought I could.
My hands rub up his core, hooking behind his neck as I climb on top of him, straddling his lap.
His cock rubs against my needy pussy. I roll my hips, thrusting, rubbing myself against his thick, hard length.
Only the fabric of his pants and my panties keep us from going further.
Reaching behind me, I unfasten the clasp on my bra, watching his eyes for any kind of reaction.
He sits still, allowing his cock to let me know how he’s feeling at all times.
The straps fall from my arms, my heavy tits bouncing free from their restraint.
Throwing the bra behind me, I push my tits together, rubbing my hands over my pebbled, rosy nipples, feeling my arousal spike by the tenderness of my own touch.
Another twitch from Knox’s cock, taps against my pussy.
I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.
My hands roam over his muscles, feeling him, eager to touch every part of this god-like creature.
Pushing my breasts against his chest, I roll my hips again, a thrust this time, the urge to feel his bare cock against my dripping cunt almost unbearable.
“Knox, I want you to touch me. Please touch me,” I beg, and he doesn’t waste another second.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he thrusts his cock right back against me, making me yelp at the sudden impact.
He pulls my body up, so I’m kneeling over his lap and takes my breasts in his hands, running his tongue over each of my hardened nipples.
My head rolls back, as I feel one of his hands dip inside of my panties, dragging his fingers up and down my wet center.
Two fingers enter me, and I grind against his hand, riding his fingers to ecstasy.
“Don’t come for me yet, Sweetness. I want to feel you come undone on my cock this time.”
When he removes his fingers, I dismount and drop to my knees, wanting to taste him.
I tug at his belt, fighting to free him from his pants, when his hand cups my chin gently, tilting my head to look into his eyes.
“Open,” he instructs, pushing down on my lower lip.
I obey, never breaking eye contact. He slides his two fingers inside my mouth, pushing them to the back of my throat. “Clean them,” he demands, and I do.
I would do anything this man asks, so long as he keeps looking at me like that. I wrap my lips around his fingers, licking and sucking until my arousal is no longer coating his skin.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, and I know now how fucked I really am.
He undoes his belt and slides his pants off, kicking them to the side and sits back on the bench, his cock standing tall between us.
I stare at it for a long moment, gaping at the sheer size of it, erect and ready.
There’s no way it’s going to fit inside of me.
As if reading my thoughts, he smirks and begins to stroke his length, watching me squirm.
Crawling on all fours, I close the space between us and kneel before him.
He continues stroking and holds it forward, threading his other hand through my hair.
I lick my lips as he guides my head down over the head of his cock and pushes me down as far as I can go without losing consciousness.
His breath hitches as I begin to bob my head up and down the length of his shaft, sucking and lapping up his pre-come.
“Fuck, Sweetness, you take me so fucking good.” He praises.
When I come up for air, he pulls my mouth to his before I can take a full breath, our lips crash against one another, hungry and desperate for more.
Straddling him once again, I rub the length of my sopping cunt over his cock.
Just feeling our bodies rubbing against one another is enough to send me over the edge.
He adjusts himself so that his head is at my entrance and guides my hips as I slowly seat his length inside me.
I whimper at the fullness. The stretch is so intense, I’m seeing stars in my vision.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Candy.” He encourages me.
I nod, trying to find my center as he thrusts himself in and out of me slowly.
He’s gentle at first, gauging the way my body moulds to his.
The way my pussy stretches to fit around his massive size.
But just as my moans increase, so does his tempo.
He begins to fuck me so hard my body is bouncing over his as he holds my waist against him, a promise that he’ll hold me down, no matter how rough things might get.
He fucks me into oblivion. My release is building so intensely, I feel I may never touch the ground again once he sends me over the edge.
“I want to hear you come, baby. Come on my cock.”
And I do.
An orgasm tears through my body so intensely, it feels as if I’ve been hit with an electric current, sending waves to the tips of my toes.
“Knox!” I scream, gripping onto him like a lifeline.
“Fuck, Sweetness!” He groans as his release follows right behind.
Our movements slow, the sensual lust still buzzing in the air around us. I rest my head on his shoulder, still seated on him, while he strokes the back of my hair.
“You know you’re mine now, right?” He chuckles, and I sit back to stare at him. “Sorry, Candy, but there’s no way I’m fucking letting you go.”
I giggle. “Yours,” I say and nod my head. “I like the sound of that.”
His smile widens as he holds me in his arms, and I melt into this moment that I never want to end.
After everything we’ve been through tonight. There’s no way I’m letting him go. We’re stuck together, through moaning, murder, and madness.