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My knees bend, leaning to the side as I look up at him. His broad shoulders rise and fall, and his sapphire eyes are navy with want. They scan my body, and thrilling surges of desire follow their path.
His eyebrow quirks, and he takes a knee, spreading his palms over my stomach. “What’s this?”
I rise onto my elbows, looking down. “Oh… that.” My nose wrinkles, and I shrug. “I was feeling rebellious when I was eighteen.”
His thumb slides the small golden ring in my navel side to side. “It’s fucking hot. Why don’t you ever wear it?”
“I do sometimes,” I whisper, reaching forward to thread my fingers in the top of his soft, dark hair. “When I need to remember I’m a badass.”
His brow dips, and he smiles leaning up to kiss me on the mouth again. His lips pull mine, and he threads his fingers in the side of my hair, tilting my head and kissing me deeper.
When he pulls back, he holds my eyes, resting his forehead to mine. “You are a badass, and your opinion is the only one I care about.”
“Knox,” I sigh, leaning back again as he kisses his way from that navel ring down to my pussy. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making you come.”
My back arches at the first stroke of his tongue up my clit. My inner thighs tremble, and my lips part as my hips follow in time with his mouth.
He groans, plunging two fingers inside me and curling them upwards, sliding along the inside of my body in a way that triggers a deep, primal urgency. My hands are in hishair. The scruff on his cheeks scrubs against my legs, and a gasp hangs in my chest.
Tendrils of pleasure snake up my legs to my core with every pass twisting my lower stomach tighter and tighter… until it breaks. A loud moan erupts from my throat and my body spasms in ecstasy.
“Oh, God…” I gasp as he rises up, kissing the base of my trembling stomach.
He straightens, unfastening his jeans and pushing them down his legs, allowing his long, thick cock to spring free. Grasping it in his fist, he steps closer again, sliding his thumb up and down my still-vibrating clit.
My ass jumps, and I moan his name. “Knox!” I practically beg as he watches me intently, fisting his cock and sliding his hand up and down his shaft as he fingers me.
“That’s right,” he says deeply, wickedly as he watches my body tremble in response to him. “This pussy purrs for me. Say it.”
“I only come for you,” I gasp, my inner thighs trembling.
A groan ripples through his chest. His fist moves faster, jerking and circling his mushroom tip, where I see the gleam of precum.
Licking my lips, I manage to drag my body to the side of the bed, where I lower onto my knees in front of him.
“Ahh, I don’t know if…” The words are lost in a low, thrilling moan as I pull his cock to the back of my throat.
Bracing his hands on the bed beside my head, he bends forward, groaning as I suck him off.
“Fuck, Melody,” he groans again, hips thrusting as his fingers grip the side of my hair. “Fuck, that feels good.”
My hands are on his hips, and his muscles tense and lift beneath my touch. I feel him fighting the urge to send his cock down my throat. It’s insanely hot. My hands slide higher, and I grip his rock-hard ass in both palms,squeezing as I drag my tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip.
“Jesus,” he hisses, and his salty essence is in my mouth.He’s close. “I’m not coming down your throat.”
He reaches down, catching me under the arms and lifting me off my knees. Our mouths collide, and we’re wild and hungry. I could climb his body, but he drags me onto the bed beneath him.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, and I obey so fast.
My body is open, and he drags his tip up and down my drenched core. “I’m on birth control,” I whisper, desperately.
I want him so much, my body translates it into physical pain, an ache so deep I won’t survive if it’s not filled. He doesn’t make me wait. We both moan loudly as he drives all the way to the hilt.
His head drops onto my shoulder, and my hands are on his muscled sides, massive and trembling. “Fuck, Melody, I’m not going to last.”
“Like I did?” I bite the shell of his ear, grinning.
