“You’re making her crazy, you know.”
“Pardon?”
“She’s outside in the car and she’s been texting me the entire time we’ve been in this room.” He lifts his cell phone to show me. ”If you want to talk to her–“
I fly out of the room before my uncle can finish his sentence and run downstairs and outside to the large Suburban truck with tinted windows. I open the door and see Gigi staring back at me like a deer in the headlights.
“Was he horrible to you?” she asks, tears streaming down her face.
“Come the fuck here, Queenie.”
She steps out of the truck and looks like a fucking snack in her tight straight-leg jeans, bright yellow t-shirt and tan riding boots.
I imagine everyone in my house is looking out the windows, including her father, but I don’t give a shit. I wrap my hand around her delicate throat, pull her into my body where she belongs, and kiss her correctly and completely.
She tastes like home.
Twenty-Seven
Gigi
* * *
I’m standing on the balcony of my apartment with my hands gripped tightly to the railing and my legs spread shoulder width apart.
“Look at that full moon, Queenie. It’s shining just for us,” he says as he slowly enters me from behind. The bistro table and chairs are stacked and pushed to the corner to give us more room. It’s going to be one of those nights. I’m practically bent over the damn railing. I can’t look up to the moon for shit and he knows it.
“Damn, you 're tight. I could stay in this pussy all night.” Knox slides one of his hands into the back of my curls and lifts my head up as he continues to enter deeper inside of me. “The moon, baby, isn’t it beautiful?”
“Yes,” I moan as my back arches in an almost unnatural way. “It’s big as hell!”
Knox chuckles at my response. He wraps his hand around my throat and whispers in my ear, “Yeah, it’s definitely big, baby, but just the right size for my girl.”
“Oh, God, Knox!”
“Can you take it all, Gigi?”
I seriously don’t know if I can take another inch. I’m stuffed.
“I don’t know–”
“I know for the both of us, Queenie. You can. You definitely can and I’m going to help you.”
He releases my hair and slides his hand down through the slits of my core. He makes sure to use light and rapid pressure, flicking my clit back and forth, making me gasp with carnal pleasure.
“Yes, that’s it,” I moan.
“I can feel it too.”
I’m getting wetter and Knox’s dick is pushing deeper inside me. He’s almost all the way in and it’s feeling really good.
“Push against my strokes and it will feel fantastic,” he instructs me.
Knox uses both hands to hold my breasts for leverage as we move faster in tandem. I can hear him grunting from behind me. He is going to come apart and I am the one making him feel this way under the moon on a cool September night.
I feel almost invincible.
“Harder, Knox,” I order, knowing the curt demand will turn him on even more.
