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“Control-freak doctor, remember?” I teased. “I’m going atmypace or it’s not happening.”
He growled a little in annoyance, but he stopped arguing.
I poured some lube over my fingers and rubbed them together. Then I slid down to part his ass cheeks and gently circle his rim.
“Feels good,” he murmured. “But I like it to hurt a little, so?—”
I shoved two fingers inside to shut him up. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck!”
“What were you saying?”
He groaned as I crooked my fingers to rub his prostate. I withdrew my fingers, then slid them back in—deeper—but still angled to stimulate his bundle of nerves inside.
“Fuck, Angel,” he muttered. “You’re good at this. God, don’t stop.”
“There are perks to fucking a doctor,” I said with a smile.
“Are you as good with your dick?”
“I am.”
“Then fucking get it in me before I blow from your fingers,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. I could make Knight melt into a puddle of goo in bed, but I couldn’t take all the toppiness out of him. I withdrew my fingers and slapped his ass.
He jerked. “What was that for?”
“You’re a real brat as a bottom, you know that?”
He laughed, then groaned in pain. “Don’t make me laugh right now.”
“Oh, you think that hurts? Just wait until I’m fucking you.” I paused. “Last chance to change your mind. I could finish you with my fingers.”
“Fuck no,” he said. “Get your dick in me. I want to feel you every time I move tomorrow.”
I grabbed the lube bottle and slicked my cock, then lifted his leg and braced it over my thigh as I slid into the notch his body made for me.
I guided my cockhead to the furl of his hole and paused there, absorbing the sensations of the strong body submitting to mine. Knight’s muscled thigh rested heavily over my slimmer leg. His back arched before me, so broad and strong. He could easily flip me over, dominate me, plunge deep and hard into my body.
Even in the aftermath of that fight, he was far stronger than me.
But he was lying here, trembling with anticipation, offering himself up to me.
“Angel,” he murmured, voice strained. “At the risk of being a brat…fucking fuck me already.”
I pushed in, heat and tightness enveloping me instantly. We both groaned as I tilted my hips, sliding inside him inch by inch. I stroked his outer thigh soothingly. “You good?”
“Good,” he murmured. “Keep going.”
I rocked my hips, retreating and thrusting, until I was balls-deep. “You’re tight.”
“Been a while,” he said.
“How long?”
“Uh…” He gave an embarrassed chuckle. “Eight years, give or take?”
I froze. “Eight…what?”
