“Yeah, I wondered if your pussy would be as sweet as I imagined it to be.Guess what, it’s even better.”
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt, drawing them back, and he started to stroke her clit, going back and forth.She whimpered.
Using two fingers on either side of her clit, he massaged gently, wanting to give her the right amount of pressure to get her exactly where he wanted her.Sliding a single finger across her clit, he moved back and forth, taking his time, drawing her orgasm higher.
As he bit down on her neck she rocked against him, and her grip tightened around his length.
“Knox, please,” she said.
“Tell me you want to come.”
“Please, I want to come.”
“Then come, baby, come for me.”
His name spilled from her lips in a pleasured scream and it filled the air.It was a magical sound.Perfection.
He pushed her over that edge, holding her close, keeping control of his own arousal.
There wasn’t going to be enough time to take care of his arousal, but he was more than happy to wait.
Chapter Eight
Marshal had insistedon a movie marathon.
Since he had gotten off his business call, he had refused to be alone.Ava was okay with it.He’d insisted on turning it into a pajama party, and had even loaned Knox a pair of sweatpants.They were curled up on his sofa.Ava was wrapped in Knox’s arms, and Marshal was on the other end.
They were watching romance movies—Marshal’s choice—and so far, three movies had made him cry.Her ass was numb and she used the excuse to go and make some popcorn.She was trying to figure out how to get Marshal to go to bed so she and Knox could have sex.That was all she could think about.Sex.Lots of sex.
He’d brought her to orgasm while draining potatoes.How did that happen?Before she could even suggest that she help Knox with his arousal, Marshal had entered the kitchen.If he’d known what they had been up to, the man didn’t show it.
She liked Marshal.He was a nice guy, a little shallow at times, and he let his money do all the talking, but right now he wasn’t being a great guy.She was tempted to tell him to leave her the fuck alone, but she didn’t want to be rude.
“This is fun, isn’t it?”Marshal asked.
Ava looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the large smile on his face.Marshal wasn’t doing this on purpose.He was enjoying the movie marathon, and he looked happy.
