Page 70 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
Our breaths rasped in and out as we each fought for control even as our tongues thrashed and collided.
Knox had never said as much, but I was his salvation. The only person in the world who could keep him grounded when he was out of control. He would be the first to admit that he was a tyrant, a monster, the one who had no qualms taking whatever he wanted. And I was the one to give in to him because I wanted to, even when I pretended I didn’t.
It took me seconds to get my fist wrapped firmly around his dick, the thick, velvety shaft throbbing in my hand. Knox balanced on one hand at a time, shoving his slacks down. When they were at his thighs, he sat up, started working the buttons on his shirt while I continued to stroke his cock.
“Don’t stop,” he ground out as he freed enough buttons to drag his shirt over his head.
Hindered with his slacks around his knees and his shoes still on, Knox couldn’t get where he wanted to be, but he didn’t seem to mind. I took advantage, stroking him firmly as he knelt between my legs, both of us watching as his cock tunneled in and out of my hand.
“Don’t you dare make me come,” he growled, falling forward, planting his hands on either side of my head again.
I met him stare for stare, continuing to jack his cock in my fist but slowing down, heeding his warning.
“I can’t stop thinking about her,” I admitted, knowing it would fuel his lust.
His green eyes sparked with heat and need. “She’s sweet.”
“She definitely is that,” I agreed. “I can’t wait to feel her soft skin against mine, to dip my finger into her silky, wet heat.” I held his stare, continued to stroke him as I spoke. “I want her mouth fused to mine, her pussy hot against my cock.”
Knox pumped his hips, fucking my fist.
“I want to strip her bare,” I continued. “Want to lick her pussy, see if she’s just as sweet everywhere.”
“Fuck…” Knox groaned, jerking back and falling off of me.
He wasn’t stopping though, merely taking the space necessary to disrobe completely. He was on his feet, staring down at me, stripping off the last articles of clothing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Knox’s body never ceased to turn me on. He was one of those who was layered with lean muscle thanks to hard work and dedication. He wasn’t bulky although he was a big man—tall, broad, every muscle defined. A few hours a week at the gym and he was gifted with washboard abs, hard pecs, and those thick, ropey arms.
And his cock … that was a prime specimen. Larger than average with a wide crown, thickly veined shaft, and a heavy sac tucked beneath. Just looking made my mouth water.
Knox jerked his chin toward my erection. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
Did I mention he was also impatient?
I chuckled but followed his direction as he watched intently.
“If you expect me to be easy, you better get the lube,” he rasped as I sat up and stripped off my jeans.
While I continued to strip, I made a beeline for the tall chest on the other side of the room. In the top drawer there was a variety of toys and lubricants that we kept there for occasions such as this. I returned a moment later armed with a small squirt bottle.
I tossed it to Knox as I approached, coming down over him as he snatched it out of midair.
I growled when his hot skin grazed mine.
It was then that Knox’s intensity dialed down a notch but not so much that he didn’t remain in control. The next thing I knew, I was beneath him, his mouth hot on mine, my hands sliding over his sleek, muscular back, his ass, holding him tight to me.
“Kieran … I need this too goddamn much.” It was as much a declaration as it was a complaint.
I honestly believed that Knox hated how much he wanted me. Craved me, desired me.Neededme. He saw it as a weakness, one he’d never wanted but couldn’t seem to shake. Part of me had always expected Knox to leave me behind when he finally decided to claim Emily because I understood his obsession with her. He would give her anything she wanted, even if it meant giving up his own true desires. But he hadn’t yet and I was grateful. I couldn’t wrap my head around not having Knox in my life.
When Knox pulled back, I let my hands fall to the bed, waiting for what he intended to do next.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
I didn’t waste time, rolling to my stomach, my cock trapped against the smooth, silky comforter. Knox was right there, positioning himself behind me, his knees bracketing my legs.
I groaned when the thick length of his erection dragged over my ass, teasing along the crack.
While I was getting comfortable, I heard the pump of the bottle, the messy slosh of Knox’s lubricated hand stroking his dick. A moment later, more lube was being pumped, cool liquid dripping down the crack of my ass. Trapped between Knox’s hard thighs, I was helpless to move, so I remained where I was as the bottle was tossed away.
