I don’t have a gag reflex, so I don’t stop. Instead, I swallow around him, then start to suck his dick like it’s my favorite popsicle. In the past, I wouldn’t have considered giving head as something I enjoyed, but right now I’m loving every minute.
Knight has proved in the last week that he enjoys taking care of me and giving me pleasure, but this is the first time I’ve given him the opportunity to take selfishly, and it’s intoxicating. I can see his hands clenched into fists in my peripheral vision, but he’s not trying to take control of this, even though I have a feeling he wants to.
Bobbing up and down on his cock, I swallow him deep each time, letting the head push into my throat before I pull back, sliding my lips all the way to the head before I sink back down again, feeling his soft pubic hair on my cheeks. Sliding one handfrom his thigh and between his legs, I cup his balls, feeling the weight of them against my fingers.
When I start to feel his muscles tensing, I slow my pace, not wanting this to end too quickly. The next time I slide my lips to the head, I let his cock pop free of my mouth and look up at him, finding his gaze already focused on me. “Is this what you imagined?”
“Better,” he growls.
“Good. Did you imagine coming in my mouth and watching me swallow, or do you want to cover my tits with you?” I’m being a brat, but it’s fun to feel in control, at least for this moment.
“Neither,” he says, lifting me up from the floor and throwing me onto the bed.
Giggling, I start to shuffle up the mattress, but grabbing my ankles, he drags me back down to the end, then flips me until my stomach is pressed against the comforter, my feet hanging off the edge.
His huge palms land on my ass, cupping my butt as he runs his fingers along the edge of my panties. Parting my cheeks, he pushes the sides of my panties up, revealing the globes of my ass, before he palms my bare skin, squeezing, then pulling them apart a little.
The palm that’s cupping my right butt cheek lifts, then smacks back down, spanking my cheek loudly. Sucking in air, I don’t have time to gasp before he repeats the action on the left side, making the growing burn on my right side spread across my entire butt.
“I imagined doing this to you too,” Knight growls as he spanks the right, then the left side again.
“Oh god.” The moan slips from my lips without my permission as I lift my ass into the air and silently ask for more.
Acquiescing, Knight spanks me twice more on either side, then tugs my underwear down and off my feet, before positioning me on my hands and knees at the end of the bed.
“I loved having your mouth on me, but my cum doesn’t go in your mouth or wasted on your breasts. My cum goes inside this perfect, tight cunt.” Guiding his dick to my entrance, he slams home, filling me in one desperate thrust.
Not bothering to start slow, Knight drives into me over and over, fucking me hard and fast, until I’m not sure my arms can hold me up any longer. Gasps and moans and whines of pleasure fall from my mouth as he rails me so hard I know I’ll be sore, but I don’t care.
“More, more, please,” I beg, urging him on, daring him to fuck me so hard that all the doubts and questions fall from my head.
When my first orgasm hits, it blinds me, making my vision go dark, as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. But instead of slowing or stopping, Knight fucks me through the first, then the second orgasm until he finally growls, grabs my hips in a brutal hold, and roars his release, fucking his cum into me.
Instead of pulling out, he holds me tightly as we fall forward and to the side, pinned together, his dick still twitching inside of me as our sweaty bodies hit the comforter.
“Was that on the list?” I ask with a half laugh, my voice low and rough.
“It wasn’t, but it should have been.”
“Tick,” I say, lifting my limp, trembling hand to motion making a check mark in the air.
I feel rather than hear the soft vibration of his laughter as my eyes drift closed and I fall into an ecstasy-induced, exhaustion-filled sleep.
THIRTEEN
KNIGHT
Her soft snores fill the quiet room, and I smile to myself. My doll is perfection. She’s everything I’ll ever want and need, and if I believed in a god, I’d be thanking them right now for bringing her to me, because if I’d have known she was out there before I saw her, I’d have spent a lifetime searching the earth for her. My woman, my wife, my life.
I know she still has doubts, but I don’t care. I won’t ever let her go, so we’ll just have to work through her issues until she understands that things happen for a reason and don’t always require an explanation.
Reluctantly releasing my hold on her, I let my dick slip free, then carefully lift her up the bed, placing her head on the pillow as I splay her legs and watch as my cum starts to drip free of her pink, puffy cunt.
My entire life has run on a schedule. Up at 0500 hours, workout, breakfast at 0700 hours. Lunch at 1300 hours and dinner at 1900 hours. No matter where I was working or living, unless I was out fighting a fire, this routine hasn’t deviated in years.
Yet in less than a week, I’ve found myself changing things I’ve been doing my entire life. Before I bought her home, I assumed she’d simply change her life to fit around mine, but more and more, I’m finding myself wanting to find ways to make her a part of my routine.
I’ll never be the type of person who can live in chaos, but instead of expecting her to change, I’m starting to feel like we could create a new routine together. One where I watch her sleep while I work out, then bathe her once I’ve made us breakfast. One where we get dressed together in the closet, and I dry her hair, then watch while she does her makeup. Perhaps we could buy an apartment near the tattoo studio, so when she’s not working, we can fuck until we exhaust each other, then nap until it’s time for lunch, or take turns performing oral sex on each other until we’re so desperate that we can’t wait another moment to come together.
