Page 55 of Knox Unleashed
I smile. “I hear a ‘but’ coming.”
“But I want you, Knox. I have since you left my bed this morning.”
I climb to my knees and put on the condom. I’m usually Mr. Safety Conscious, but as I brace myself over her, all I can think about is what it would feel like to fuck her without one. Reaching between us, I grab my cock and nudge it to her entrance, and…
“Fuck,” I gasp.
She’s so wet for me already.
But I know I’m thick and hard, so for now, I take it slowly. A painful edging back and forth as she adjusts to my width and relaxes around me.
I remain focused on Maren’s face as I sink deeper and deeper into her.
Her eyes are wide; her mouth open a little. And there’s a pretty flush of color high on her cheeks.
“Oh, God, you’re stretching me.”
“You can take me, Maren. You’re gonna be such a good girl and take all of me.”
She cups either side of my face and pulls my mouth to hers, and the silent acceptance is all I need. I move in earnest, savoring every thrust that leads me a little deeper into her, knowing every withdrawal will drag against her clit.
“Love the feel of your pussy,” I mutter against her lips.
“It loves the feel of you,” she replies, and the corners of her mouth run up in a smile.
“What the hell am I going to do with you?” I ask. It takes a second to realize I said the words out loud.
Because this feels different.
“Make me come, hopefully.”
I kiss her again. “That feels like the bare minimum, sweetheart.”
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MAREN
Knox fills me so completely, I can barely breathe. Nothing else exists beyond the feel of him against me and inside me. Every movement presses heat through my body, building from something that’s been simmering since he stepped into my shower.
His mouth devours mine again, and I know I’ll be changed by what we do here. Knox’s cock alone is enough to ruin me. I’ve never been with someone so…well-endowed.
But it’s more than that, and I know it.
I slide my hands up into his hair again, tugging lightly, and the sound he makes against my lips is a half laugh, half groan.
“Careful,” he murmurs. “You’re going to wreck my concentration.”
“Maybe that’s the goal.” But I release his hair and slide my hands over his shoulders. I can feel the tension in his arms as they brace to hold him above me. So much control, like he’s holding back.
My breath catches at the next thrust. It’s so deep as I rise up to meet him.
He drops his forehead briefly against mine.
“Please,” I say. “Don’t hold back.”
“Was that begging?” he asks.
“Courtesy,” I reply.
