His eyes darken as I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed.
“Josie,” he says, voice rough. A warning. A plea.
I just smile.
“I want to taste you.”
His breath hitches like I’ve punched it out of him. I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, loving the way he jerks in my hand, hot and heavy and already leaking. I stroke him once, slow and teasing, then lower my mouth and lick a firm line from base to tip, my tongue swirling around the head before I suck it gently between my lips.
Knox groans. One hand fists in the sheets. The other finds my hair, not guiding, just there, like he needs the connection.
I take more of him into my mouth, inch by inch, until my lips are stretched wide and he’s hitting the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and let my throat relax, swallowing around him as my fingers stroke the base and cradle the weight of him.
“Fuck, Josie.” His voice breaks. “That’s… damn, you feel good.”
I hum in response, and the vibration makes him shudder.
He’s barely holding on, every muscle in his body pulled tight like a live wire, but he doesn’t push. He lets me set the pace, lets me worship him the way I want. I bob my head, slow and steady,sucking deeper each time, until I’m drooling around him, until I can feel him throb in my mouth.
And the way he watches me, eyes locked on mine like he’s not sure if this is real, makes the heat in my belly coil tighter and tighter.
“Josie, baby, if you don’t stop, I’m not gonna last.”
I pull off with a wet pop and a wicked smile, licking my lips as I look up at him.
“Not yet,” I whisper. “I want you inside me when you come.”
And just like that, the man moves.
One second I’m on my knees, and the next, he’s hauling me up into his lap, mouth crashing into mine like he’s done waiting. We kiss deep and dirty, tasting each other, every drag of his tongue making my whole body pulse.
He lays me back on the bed, climbing over me like a storm, one big hand sliding down my thigh as he groans, “You trying to kill me?”
“Maybe a little,” I pant, laughing breathlessly as I hook my legs around his hips.
He slides inside me in one long, perfect thrust, and everything else disappears.
I gasp, arching into him, already full and stretched in the best way. He fills me completely, like he was made to fit, like my body has been waiting for this, forhim.
Knox groans, the sound raw and guttural, like he’s finally found the thing he’s been hunting for. His mouth is everywhere, my neck, my shoulder, biting just enough to make me shiver, to brand me.
He’s everywhere. Inside me, around me, under my skin. I can’t think. I don’t want to.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls against my skin, pulling back and driving deep again, slow and punishing.
My hands scramble over his back, nails digging into his shoulders like I need to anchor myself, like I might come apart if I don’t hold on.
Every thrust steals the air from my lungs, rewrites the way I understand want. He sets a rhythm that has me spiraling fast, each deep stroke building pressure in my core, unraveling me.
I’m going to break. I want to break.Forhim. Because ofhim.
“Touch yourself,” he says, low and rough, stilling inside me. “I want to watch.”
I blink up at him, breathless, my brain short-circuiting. “What?”
His mouth curves into something dark and wicked.
“You heard me, sunshine.” His voice is like gravel soaked in honey. “Show me how you come. Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you slow.”
