My breasts bounce with each movement, and his eyes darken as he watches me. His hands leave my waist, wandering up my stomach toward my chest. He squeezes my breasts hard before pinching my nipples, sending an electric current straight between my legs.
“Knox,” I moan, closing my eyes and arching back to give him better access to all of me.
“I love hearing you say my name when I’m deep inside you,” he says, his voice low and full of authority as his hands leave my breast and venture to my neck.
His palms cover my throat as he grabs the back of my neck, interlacing his fingers. My movements slow down as I savor the feel of him and enjoy the feeling of his hands, adding a whole other level of forbidden pressure.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. Squeezing my neck with just the right amount of control that causes my body to bend to his every will. To give someone this much trust over me is a high unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s a complete surrender, but also a feeling of being powerful all at the same time.
“You like that, sunshine? To feel my hands possessively claim what is mine?” He asks, running his thumb over my bottom lip before dipping it inside. My mouth closes around his finger as I suck it hard. His head falls back on the pillow as his neck strains upwards in pure bliss, as I feel my walls squeeze him harder.
“More,” I moan, wanting to feel his hands stronger on me. I love hearing him say I’m his, even if it is just in this moment. His hands tighten, leaving me just enough room for air to squeeze by. My thighs grip him harder as I dig my fingernails into the sides of his waist, and take him as deep as I possibly can.
“Jesus,” he growls, “you are going to wreck me.”
Keeping one hand securely around my throat, his other goes to where we are joined as he rubs my clit hard with his thumb.
“You’re going to cum for me, sunshine, when I tell you to. Not a second before,” he demands quietly.
I hold back the urge that’s building up inside me. Biting my lip, I focus on the sting it brings as I reel my body back from the edge. When I feel myself in control again, I nod, letting him know I’m listening.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, lessening the pressure of his hands on me as my body waits in a heightened state of arousal for his permission. I’m beginning to think he has an edging kink, and I fully intend to be in charge next time to see just how far I can take him.
His hands possess me again as the pressure increases. My body eagerly laps it up as I lift my hips again, taking him faster.
His eyes never leave me, and I know he’s studying every sign and signal that tells him I’m close. It’s erotic and torturous all at the same time as I get close to the edge again, only for him to back off.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need to cum, Knox,” I moan, moving slowly above him, willing to do anything to feel relief from this unsated ache.
“You begging me may just be my new favorite thing in this world to hear,” he grins wickedly. “More sunshine, and I just might give you what you want.”
“I hate you,” I mumble, causing him to chuckle.
“I already tried to get you to do that to make it easier on me. It didn’t work.”
“It’s working now,” I mutter, trying to move against his hand, but he locks me in place.
“Too late. I’m already balls deep in this sweet pussy. Not even hating me could keep me away now that I know what you feel like.”
His thumb circles my swollen bud, and another whimper escapes.
“Beg for me to make this pussy cum,” he says again in a low voice.
My hands find my breasts, and I squeeze them hard, trying to bring as much pleasure to myself as he does, but it’s useless. I want him and only him.
“Please, Knox,” I breathe, putting his hands on my chest. “Make me cum all over you.” My breasts fill his palms as he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back and sinking into his touch as he adds fuel to the fire he’s already lit inside. “Please don’t stop,” I pant.
“I was never going to,” he rasps out, as his hands dig into my flesh, bringing me down hard onto him.
“Oh, God…yes,” I cry as he hits areas inside me that build up the perfect storm. When he pinches my clit hard, a thousand sensations shoot through me, and a deep pull from my core has me closing my eyes in surrender to the feelings he’s pulling from me.
“Now,” he demands, pushing me over the edge as my body lets go for him as the storm hits me straight on.
I cry out his name as my walls greedily hold him in a tight, pulsing rhythm that has me seeing stars against the blinding onslaught of my orgasm.
His fingers grip me tightly, sure to leave their mark as a reminder of him barely holding on as he watches me surrender to the gift he’s given me.
When I finally collapse on top of him, he quickly flips us over as he pulls out and thrusts onto my stomach, covering me in his warm release.
