"You are," I agree, then add daringly, "but I hope you won't be one right now."
His eyes darken further, his stance changes subtly. He hooks his thumbs in his briefs and pulls them down, freeing his cock.
It's magnificent. Thick and long, standing proud against his flat stomach. My mouth waters at the sight.
"Stroke it," he orders, voice deeper than I've heard before. "And spit on it."
I wrap my hand around his shaft, marveling at how my fingers can't fully circle it. I lean forward and let saliva drip onto the swollen head, then spread it down his length with my hand.
Before he can give another command, I take control again, stroking the base firmly while wrapping my lips around the head. Knight groans, hips jerking forward involuntarily, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
I take as much as I can, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. It's been a long time since I've done this, and never with someone so well-endowed, but his obvious pleasure spurs me on. I bob my head, creating a tight suction with my lips as I move up and down his shaft.
"Fuck, Beth," he grunts, legs trembling slightly with each motion. "You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth."
His words encourage me, and I increase my pace, taking him deeper with each descent. We find a rhythm together, his hips making small thrusting motions as I work him with my mouth. I can feel saliva escaping the corners of my lips, dripping downmy chin and onto my breasts, but I don't care. There's something primal and perfect about the messiness of it.
I angle my head to look up at him without breaking contact, wanting to see his pleasure. His hair is damp at the temples, teeth clenched as he watches me work his cock.
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I quickly reach up to touch his abs, tracing the defined muscles with my fingers while still keeping his cock in my mouth.
My jaw begins to ache from the effort, so I pull back, using both hands to stroke him instead. "Sorry," I murmur, massaging my jaw. "Not used to something so big."
He smiles down at me. "We're just getting started." He extends his hand to me, and I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet.
His hands move to my ass, squeezing both ass cheeks. There's no judgment in his eyes for my curves, no hesitation in his touch. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he captures my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss. He doesn't seem to care that my lips were just around his cock. If anything, it seems to inflame him further.
Knight carries me to the bed, laying me down with surprising gentleness. I hurriedly shimmy out of the sweatpants, leaving only my panties as a final barrier. He positions himself above me, arms braced on either side of my head like protective columns and runs one hand teasingly over the damp fabric between my legs.
I squirm beneath his touch, desperate for more. "Why aren't you fucking me?" I ask boldly.
His eyes sparkle with mischief. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes," I nod frantically. "Please. Help me forget everything else, just for a little while."
"Your wish is my command," he says, hooking his fingers in my panties and sliding them down my legs.
I feel momentarily self-conscious about how wet I am, how obviously aroused, but Knight's expression shows only appreciation as he positions himself between my thighs. He guides his cock to my entrance, pressing just the tip inside.
The stretch is immediate, delicious. "More," I beg. "Please, more."
He complies, pushing forward slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. Inch by inch, he fills me completely, stretching me in ways I've never experienced before. When he's fully seated inside me, we both groan at the sensation.
"You feel amazing," he murmurs against my neck. "So wet for me."
Then he begins to move, drawing back and thrusting forward over and over again. The old bed creaks beneath us, a rhythmic counterpoint to our gasps and moans. Through the window, birds sing, oblivious to the desperate fucking taking place inside.
I grip the sheets tightly, my body trembling with each perfect thrust. This is exactly what I needed to feel alive, to feel pleasure instead of fear, to connect with another human being in the most primal and intimate way.
I reach up, placing my hands on either side of his face. "Look at me," I whisper. "I want you to look at me while you fuck me."
His eyes lock with mine.
"You're beautiful, Beth," he says, never breaking rhythm. "If I'm breaking rules, I'm glad it's for you. You're worth breaking every rule for."
Chapter 9 - Knight
"You're beautiful, Beth," I tell her. "If I'm breaking rules, I'm glad it's for you. You're worth breaking every rule for."
