Chapter 12 #3
My hands find his shirt, fumbling with the buttons at the top. I manage to get a few undone before sliding my palms underneath, feeling the hard planes of his abs, the heat of his skin.
Knox spreads my legs wider and steps in closer, his large hand traveling up my inner thigh. When his fingers brush against me, I shiver.
His hand moves higher, fingertips grazing the outside of my panties. He rubs me through the fabric and I'm already so wet I know he can feel it.
In one swift motion, he hooks his fingers and slides my panties to the side. The moment his fingers find my bare skin, he groans.
"Oh god—you're drenched," he growls against my ear.
The deep rasp of his voice sends another wave of arousal through me.
Knox slides one finger inside me, then immediately adds another.
I arch my back, opening myself to him completely.
He thrusts his fingers deep, twisting and angling them perfectly while his mouth works my neck, moving back down to my cleavage.
His free hand finds my breast through my dress, squeezing hard, almost rough, while he tries to pull the fabric down.
I reach behind me for my zipper, tugging it down as far as I can reach. Knox's hand is there immediately, yanking it the rest of the way down with an urgency that makes my pulse race.
I pull the front of my dress down while he's still pumping his fingers inside me, and a moan tears from my throat. Knox leans forward and pulls my breast over my bra, taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, determined, and I arch back, offering myself to him.
He stands slightly, running his palm from my neck down to my belly button in one possessive stroke. Then he pulls his soaked fingers out of me.
Before I can process the loss he’s kneeling down putting himself at eye level with my center. He grips the sides of my panties and yanks them down my legs in one motion as he spreads me wider and buries his face between my thighs.
The sensation is so sudden, so intense, it steals my breath. Knox rubs his face in between my wet folds like he can't get enough, then his mouth finds my clit. He sucks ferociously on the hardened bud while his fingers drive back inside me.
I'm nearly blacking out from the overwhelming pleasure. My hands fist in his hair, gripping hard as he devours me. His tongue runs up and down my center in long strokes while his fingers pump in and out. The wet sounds fill the empty space around us.
Knox begins rubbing my clit with his thumb while his tongue fucks my pussy, and the dual sensation is blinding. I moan, unable to hold it back, but I can feel the pressure building low in my belly. I'm close, so close, but I don't want this to end.
Knox doubles down like he can sense it. His fingers pump harder, hitting my g-spot at the perfect angle while his mouth stays locked on my clit, licking and sucking relentlessly.
My orgasm slams into me. My thighs shake violently around his head as I let go completely, releasing into his mouth. My moans echo in the empty penthouse.
Knox stays there, lapping up every drop like he's starving for it. When he finally stands, he wipes his chin with the back of his hand.The smirk on his face is pure dominance. I'm panting, my whole body buzzing, waiting to see what he'll do next.
He pulls me to the edge of the counter, and my hands immediately reach for his pants. Knox takes my hand and presses it firmly against the hard bulge straining against his zipper. He doesn't break eye contact.
I bite my lip, feeling how hard he is, how much he wants this.
Knox moves slowly, almost like he's fighting himself.
There's a hesitation, a moment where he could stop this.
But I lean forward and start unbuckling his belt.
Knox watches me like he's hypnotized. His eyes track my hands as I unbuckle, unbutton, then slowly drag his zipper down.
He takes over, shoving his pants and briefs down just enough. His cock springs free—thick, hard, massive—and he grabs me, pulling me to the very edge. He fists himself, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my center, coating himself in my wetness.
I wrap my legs around him as he teases my entrance, pushing just the tip inside. Then he pulls out. He does it again and again. Several more times, just the tip, driving me insane with need. My body is overheating, desperate.
Knox's hand wraps around my throat. His eyes lock onto mine. I nod, submitting completely. His grip tightens as he continues teasing me with shallow thrusts of just the head. Then he leans forward and captures my mouth in a brutal kiss.
He growls against my lips, and in the same moment, he slams his full length inside me. I groan at the overwhelming fullness. Knox thrusts several more times, deep and punishing, then pulls out completely.
He lifts my legs higher, spreading me wider. He grunts and drives back inside, harder this time, so hard it nearly gives me whiplash. His thrusts are relentless, punishing, sensual—exactly what I need. I'm dripping down onto the counter, the obscene sounds of our bodies filling the space.
I'm losing my mind. "Oh god," I moan.
Knox doesn't slow down. His breathing is heavy, his grip on me is tight, possessive. I can feel another orgasm building–this feels like angry sex in the best possible way.
Knox's growls become louder, more guttural.
"Fuck," he groans, like he's trying to hold back but can't.
I feel the sensation rise in my belly and my orgasm wrecks through me. My pussy clenches around him, and I can't hold back the sound that tears from my throat.
Knox thrusts harder, his rhythm breaking. He lets out a low groan and pulls his cock out for just a second, like he's going to come somewhere else. But then he drives back inside me, holding me still as his orgasm hits. He groans loudly as he releases, his warm cum filling my walls.
His dick is pulsating as he empties himself completely, then he slowly releases his grip on my throat and steps back.
My legs are shaking so badly I can barely stand when I slide off the counter. Both of us are breathing hard. I pull my dress down with trembling hands and find my panties on the floor.
I'm standing there disheveled, still dripping, my body buzzing from the intensity of what just happened.
Knox fixes his pants and shirt, his movements deliberate. We stare at each other, the air still charged between us. Both of us processing what just happened.
"Winter—" Knox starts.
"I should go," I interrupt.
But I just stand there. Knox takes a step forward.
"I'll take you home."
"No. I'll get a car. Or a taxi. It's fine."
I grab my purse from where I dropped it earlier and move toward the elevator. My legs are still shaky, my whole body humming and buzzing with aftershocks.
I press the call button and the elevator doors open immediately. I step inside and turn around. Knox is still standing there in the middle of the unfinished penthouse, frozen, watching me.
The elevator doors begin to close. Our eyes lock for one more second before the doors shut completely, cutting off my view of him. I stand back against the cold elevator wall, and release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.