I want that more than anything.
Becoming a surgeon had been my lifelong dream.
But belonging to Knox, this is my one true calling.
Legs spread wider, I arch my back. My toes curl at the sounds he’s making. His growls, the lap of his tongue.
Heat tears through me until I’m sure I’m soaking his chin. Filling his mouth.
His hunger deepens the longer he’s down there, on his knees.
His groans vibrate against my clit. Teeth scrape, tongue worships, fingers bruise my flesh.
I bury my hands in his thick hair, tugging him to where I want him most. His answering growl rattles through me, leaving my whole body shuddering.
“That’s it.” My voice is raw. It hurts to speak, think, or do anything other than be an offering for him. “Take what you need.”
God, his mouth is everywhere. He alternates between licking my lips, sucking my clit, and fucking me with his tongue.
What turns me on the most is when he snaps his eyes open.
Darkness stares at me from below. Obsession. Adoration.
Possession.
“Skylar,” he grunts, his breath hot against my sensitive, wet pussy.
My fingers are already threaded in his hair as I yank him closer. A few more licks, and I break down, coming, pulsing, exploding all over his mouth.
I don’t know what I’m saying, but I can feel it. Him.
He stays there, helping me down with slow, sweet kisses to my pussy.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “Good girl. My good girl.”
Then he rips himself from me, standing up.
An indignant groan leaves my lips, and I reach up to search for him. For his damp, swollen lips and tongue that belong to me.
“Don’t stop.” My voice is rough. “You need it. I need it. Knox.”
“You’re bossing me around?” Before I can protest or say anything else, Knox manhandles me like the beast he is. He flips me, pushing my cheek up against the truck. My hips are tilted up. “Cute, little one.”
“You felt so good.” Hot metal sears my cheek. My gaze finds his narrowed eyes. “So good.”
“Don’t care.”
There’s no reprieve between the sound of his zipper lowering and his cock slamming into me. His hand is on my hip as he pounds my pussy from behind. As he claims me mercilessly.
“When I was on my knees, I—fuck—almost came. Wasn’t about to waste my seed on the dirt, Trouble. Every fucking drop’s going where it belongs. Deep inside you. So”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“deep.”
His hand curls tighter around the nape of my neck, his hips rutting into me.
When he thickens inside me, I know he’s not going to last.
I’m right there with him, moaning, gasping, coming harder than ever before.
“Fuck, you’re milking me.” His voice is strained as he impales me on his cock over and over. “This pussy is begging for my babies, isn’t she?”
