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“Try harder,” he commands, catching both of my hands behind my back as though he’s about to arrest me, and then he increases the pace. He draws me to himself with each thru
“Knox…” I moan. My body is on fire, my mind a Successfully unlocked!
“Think, Kitten.”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my body trembling with the effort of trying to think straight.
“You always feel so good when you grip me. So wet. So warm.”
Get What You Want
“Just keep going, please.”
“Things will only get better and more pleasurable if you think.”
He slaps my ass, the sound echoing in the room, and I moan, the sensation sending waves of heat through my body.
“You’re not making it easy for me to concentrate,” I manage.
He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty for a second. Before I can even react, his hand is under me, fingers sliding through my folds and wiggling around inside me, gathering moisture. After a while, he pulls them out and buries his dick in me again.
Suddenly, I feel something cold and wet at my ass. I tense up for a moment, but he doesn’t give me time to think. He pushes a finger inside, and the feeling is strange but not unpleasant. I moan louder, my body aflame. A pressure is building deep inside me, a sensation that’s both familiar and new. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation and need.
“Think, Sloane,” he says, his finger and dick maintaining the same rhythm.
“Oh, God.”
I close my eyes and throw my head back in bliss. He only increases his pace, his hips slamming against mine, his body pinning me in place.
“Fuckkk,” I scream. “I remember,” I begin, stopping short of breath. “You asked him something. He replied that he’s in.”
“And?” he prompts.
I try to form coherent thoughts, but it’s impossible with the sensation of his body moving against mine. “Finn said something else,” I manage to gasp out. “Do it tomorrow.”
And then it begins to come back to me, the memory of last night, the words that were exchanged. Knox saying, “Do mine tonight,” Finn trying to start a fight in the car afterwards.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, on the brink of an orgasm. “I’m going to cum.”
“I know, Kitten. And I won’t let you.”
He pulls away entirely.
I turn around, confused. “Knox,” I say, my voice a mix of desperation and pleasure. “Where do you think you’re going? You asked me to remember. I do now.”
He just stands there, a few feet away, staring at me, his eyes dark with desire and something else, something more intense. “I’m glad you do,” he says. “I want you so badly that I get angry at the thought of you putting your attention anywhere else but on me. I won’t share you, Sloane.”
He slowly withdraws and sits on the bed, his dick still hard and pointing to the ceiling.
My insides tingle just staring at it.
“When you’re done thinking and accepting my terms of exclusivity,” he says, “you get on your hands and knees, crawl to me, and come get what you want.”
On My Face
I stare at him.
Knox is sitting at the edge of the bed, his dick hard and glistening, his eyes fixed on me.
I know what he wants me to do. I know what I want too-my body still aches with the emptiness he left in me, a slow, smoldering burn where his fingers and length had been.
“Can we talk about this afterwards?” I ask, trying to bargain the only way my faltering senses allow
He smiles. “No.”
Then he bends and starts peeling his shoes off, letting each fall with a dull thud against the hardwood floor. His socks follow. His fingers go to his pants next, sliding them down, taking his boxers with them, never once standing. For the first time, I catch a glimpse of his thighs. Muscular, with veins mapping their way down to his calves. Once the pants and boxers are on the floor, he pinches the condom, takes it off, ties it, and tosses it to the floor beside the heap of clothes.
I don’t once look away. My eyes are stuck to the thick length between his legs, the way it twitches. The veins. My core clenches.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it at him. It lands on his pants. Next go the unclasped bra, the shorts and panties still tangled around my thighs. Then my shoes. I stand there, bare and breathing heavily.
His gaze moves down my body, lingering on my breasts, the curves of my hips. He bites his lower lip.
“You’re really going to make me choose?” I ask.
“I am.”
“If I say no, you’re going to let me walk out?”
“I am,” he repeats.
I glance at his erection. “You’re just going to waste that?”
“I’ll jerk off imagining I was inside you.”
“You’re blackmailing me.”
He leans back slightly, bracing himself on his palms. “You have a choice. Do you want a steady supply of good sex, or do you want to go back to my brother? There are a thousand things I could teach you. Pleasurable things. All you have to do is say you’re mine.”
My breathing turns shallow.
He makes it sound simple. But my head is spinning.
Finn chose Delilah. He didn’t even hesitate. And yet here I am, hesitating over a man who’s offering me everything he is- even if it comes wrapped in sharp edges and trouble. What would I even be doing if I wasn’t worrying about Finn? I don’t exactly have a long list of people lining up to hang out with me. My sister moved out months ago, moved in with a guy who looks like a blond in photos but who she insists is ginger. I see my parents once a month. My whole social life is… Finn. Knox leans sideways, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. The motion is smooth, unhurried. He doesn’t even look away from me as his hand slips inside and pulls out a small bottle.
Clear. Familiar.
Lubricant.
He pops the cap with a soft click, tips it, and squeezes a slow line of gel into his palm. Then he tosses the bottle back into the drawer and shuts it with his leg.
His fingers close around himself, and then-
He begins to stroke.
I can’t look away.
His hand glides down his shaft with practiced ease, spreading the slickness. His fingers wrap tighter on the upstroke, twisting at the top, teasing the head. Again. And again. And again. Every motion is purposeful. Meant to tease. Meant to torment. His breathing is steady. His body, relaxed. But the tension in the room is anything but.
Every pump of his hand is a silent command.
And I feel it everywhere.
In the pit of my stomach.
In the pulse between my legs.
Successfully unlocked!
My thighs press together, trying to relieve the ache building between them. But it doesn’t help. It only makes it worse.
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On My Face
He doesn’t say a word. Just watches me with that expression he wears so well-half control, half hunger. He keeps going. Up. Down, Slow twist. A grunt escapes his throat-barely-but it hits me in the gut.
I want to touch him. Want to take over. But I stay frozen.
“I’d rather be inside you right now,” he finally says.
I lick my lips. “I want that too.”
“Then come to me, Sloane. Or when I cum, the window’s closed,”
“Knox…”
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