My hand cupped his bulge through his pants, fabric stretched tight over the growing hardness underneath. I squeezed gently and felt his cock twitch and thicken under my palm, heat radiating through the cloth. He groaned low, head dropping back against the headboard with a thud, throat working as he swallowed.
I rubbed up and down slowly, palm pressing the length, thumb circling the head where a wet spot started forming. His hips jerked up once, breath turning ragged, chest rising fast.
I loved watching him lose control.
My fingers worked his zipper down, button popping open. I tugged his pants and boxers down together, bunching them at his thighs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach, and I licked my lips. His thick shaft was veined and straight, head was flushed dark red, and his slit was already leaking clear pre-cum. My mouth watered.
I wrapped fingers around the base, skin hot and velvet-smooth over steel hard, grip tight enough to feel his pulse throb. He hissed through clenched teeth, abs tightening, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as I stroked him slowly, my thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head, making it shine.
That’s when I leaned in, tongue flat against the underside, and licked long from balls to tip, tasting salt and skin, the vein pulsing under my tongue. He groaned deep, his hands fisting the sheets, knuckles popping white. I did it again, slower, dragging wet up the length, then swirled around the head, lapping at the slit to suck up more pre-cum.
“Fuck, Lina,” he groaned deep in his throat, and I smirked against him.
I took him deeper, sliding my lips down the shaft inch by inch, coating him in spit. He made this raw groan from his gut that shot straight to my clit, making it throb. I kept watching his face the whole time, I liked seeing him with his eyes squeezed shut, mouth open panting, jaw clenched when I licked him right. Like a lollipop, I popped the head in, tongue circling fast inside my mouth, cheeks hollowing on the suck. Saliva dripped down from my mouth as wet sounds filled the room, slurps and smacks mixing with his grunts.
His hand landed on the back of my head, fingers threading in my hair, not shoving, just resting heavy, feeling the rhythm. Hips rocked up small, shallow thrusts he fought to keep small, cock bumping the back of my throat. I relaxed, took more, gagging light once but pushing through. “Ah, yes, baby, Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he moaned, “yes!”
I sucked harder, head bobbing faster, one hand pumping the slick base while the other cupped his balls.
“Baby,” he gasped, voice wrecked. “I’m going to... fuck, I’m close...”
I ignored him, and he shouted rough, body locking, cock swelling thicker in my mouth. The first spurt hit my tongue hot and thick, salty-bitter, then pulse after pulse flooded my mouth, coating my throat as I swallowed around him, gulping it down, some leaking from the corner of my lips. His thighs shook, his hand still tight in my hair, his groans turning to pants. I loved it.
I pulled off slow, my lips dragging, a last string of cum and spit connecting us before it snapped. His cock softened, twitching on his thigh, shiny wet. He stared at me as he panted heavily, eyes glazed and half-lidded with pleasure, his chest heaving with sweat sheen.
“I love you so fucking much, Lina,” he growled.
Then his hands grabbed my arms and he hauled me onto the bed.
I squeaked as I landed on my back, the mattress dipping under my weight. His mouth crashed on mine immediately, kissing me deep and sloppy, his tongue thrusting in to taste himself on me. His hands yanked at my shirt, ripping it over my head, bra next, his fingers fumbling the clasp, then peeling it off. My pants were shoved down my legs, panties hooked and dragged away, leaving me bare.
His hands went everywhere. Palms rough on my tits, sliding down ribs, kneading ass cheeks, fingers dipping between to feelmy wetness. He settled heavy on top of me, his weight pinning me down, cock trapped between us already stiffening, hot and sticky against my thigh, smearing left over cum.
“Knox,” I whispered, mesmerized by his recovery time.
“I’m desperate for you, Lina,” he said, and then he kissed me.
It was messy, our hips grinding against each other. I was soaked, my pussy lips slick and swollen, juices coating his cock, dripping to my ass crack. The friction burned good, clit pulsing with each drag, my own wetness squelching soft.
But I needed him in me.
My hips lifted to pull him, but he resisted. Instead, he rolled us fast so I was straddling his hips, my knees sinking into the bed on either side, his cock standing up straight against my pussy.
“Ride me,” he said, his voice rough and his hands on my hips, gripping bruises.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I lifted up, grabbed his base, still slick from my mouth, and lined the head to my hole. Sank down slowly, feeling the stretch burn as the thick head pushed my lips apart, then inch by inch filling me, walls parting around the girth, veins dragging inside. He bottomed out with a shared groan, our pubic bones flush, his cockhead nudging deep as his pelvis pressed my clit deliciously.
Then I started to move.
It was slow at first, my hips lifting and dropping, feeling him slide out wet then plunge back, balls brushing my ass. I kept myhands on his chest for leverage, nails digging into pecs. Then I started moving faster, rolling my hips front to back, grinding clit on his base on each downstroke, my tits bouncing with the pace. The bed creaked loud under us, our skin slapping wet as my arousal dripped down his shaft to soak his balls.
Knox’s hands gripped my waist, thumbs pressing my hip bones, guiding me up and down harder, helping lift me so he could thrust up. His eyes were locked on my face, watching how my mouth opened, how my eyes fluttered, drinking in every moan he pulled from my throat. Maybe I should’ve been embarrassed with how intensely he was staring at me, but I couldn’t care less. Ilikedhim watching me. It made me feel desired.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “Your pussy is taking me so deep, baby.”
The pressure built fast. His cock kept dragging my walls, head hittingthatbeautiful spot inside with each grind, his pelvis rubbing my clit fucking raw. My breathing turned to gasps, thighs were burning from exertion, sweat trickling between my tits to drip on his chest.
