Page 119 of Knox Unleashed
And, God, does she give an exquisite blow job.
Licking and sucking. Focusing on the length, then the head.
I’m harder than a rock.
And the visual? Fuck me. I stroke her hair, wondering where all my dirty talk went because I’m fucking speechless.
Her head begins to move faster; her sucking gets harder.
She moans with her mouth full, the vibration piercing down my cock.
“Fuck, shit,” I gasp, pulling myself out of her mouth.
Because if I don’t, I’m going to come before she does.
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MAREN
I’ve never felt more powerful than I do sucking Knox’s cock.
He was hard before I even started, but with every ministration, I could feel him pulse and hear him grunt or gasp.
“You didn’t need to stop,” I say.
Knox strokes the underside of my jaw, before he bends to remove his boots and the rest of his clothes. “Yeah, I did. Because when I come, it’s going to be inside you. Did you get your results today?”
“I did. They were all fine.”
Knox grabs his phone and shows me his. “So were mine. You want a condom or no? Your call, sweetheart.”
It feels a little like Russian Roulette. But the idea I could get pregnant makes something inside me expand. I can’t describe it. It’s not just the idea that Knox and I could end up with a child. It’s the arousal that comes with knowing that this sexual act could make one.
I can feel myself getting slick at the idea.
“Think I could guess from the look on your face, but I’m gonna need to hear the words,” Knox says.
I shake my head. “No, we don’t need to use one.”
Knox grins as he lifts me to my feet before removing the rest of my clothes.
“Knox?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
“I’ve often wondered what it would feel like to feel a man come inside me with the intention of getting me pregnant.”
Knox goes slack jawed, for a second, then kisses me. Not gently but punishing.
I guess something about my words and not needing protection does something for him too, because it feels like seconds before we’re both naked, lying on top of his bedding, in the soft dappled sunshine making it through the window.
Knox climbs over me and kisses me again, slower and deeper this time. His hand braces next to my head, as I lose myself in the feel of his kiss. The way he gives as much as he takes.
Time stretches and blurs, becoming elastic, and I stroke his back as we enjoy one another. His hard cock nudges at my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. Yet.
“Can taste myself on your lips,” he says. “It’s fucking hot.”
“Next time, let yourself come and you can taste that too.”
