“Fuck me, Knox,” Emily moaned softly, shifting her hips so that she brushed against the sensitive head of my cock.
Her eagerness made my skin tingle. I’d never wanted a woman more than I wanted her, and to know she was equally as desperate was a massive turn-on.
I didn’t hesitate after that. With one hand firmly around my cock, I gripped her hip, held her still, and pushed in slowly, inch by delectable inch. I could feel sweat sliding down my spine as I fought for control. I didn’t want to hurt her, but by God, I wanted to fuck her into oblivion. I wanted to drive into her so deep she didn’t know where she ended and I began.
Emily canted her hips upward, allowing for a better angle as I continued to fill her. I watched the place where our bodies were joined, unable to look away as a deep rumble sounded in my chest.
“So fucking tight,” I muttered, not sure who I was talking to. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
I gritted my teeth and retreated a little, pushed in more, preparing for her body’s natural resistance to stop me, but I continued to sink in deeper and deeper.
“You won’t hurt me, Knox. I took my own virginity with a fake cock.”
Ah, hell. Just thinking about her plunging a dildo into her pussy in an attempt to make herself come had my cock swelling. There was a violent urge welling up in me, one that wanted to stake my claim immediately. As though it was imperative to my sanity for me to make this woman mine, to let her know that no toy would ever bring her the sort of pleasure I could.
Only Emily’s pained whimper had the ability to pierce through the haze.
I lifted my eyes to her face, saw she was watching me.
“I’m bigger than your toy,” I warned her.
She nodded, her hand gripping my forearm. “It’s all right.”
I wasn’t sure that was true, but I didn’t want to make it more painful than it needed to be. Shifting my weight to both feet, I gripped both of her hips, pulled her toward me. I got situated, then dug my fingers into her flesh as I retreated. When I drove forward the next time, I jerked her to me. The pained cry that pierced the air was brief, but it shredded me, had me reaching for her, bringing her forward so my mouth could reach hers.
I kissed her, a fragile attempt to console with my cock lodged to the hilt, her silken heat massaging my dick as she breathed through the pain. I remained like that until she began kissing me back, the tight vise of her pussy loosening as her body acclimated to the intrusion.
Emily was the one to move first, her small hand cupping my ass, pulling me forward.
Not needing instructions, I began rocking my hips, retreating, penetrating. Over and over, I continued until I was gliding effortlessly inside her, the three of us watching once again where my cock tunneled inside her tight sheath.
I fucked her then. Impaled her. Claimed her.
With rough, punishing thrusts, I drove us both to the brink, pulling back at the last second only to repeat over and over. I didn’t want it to end, although I knew it was inevitable. The electric current was glowing hotter in my spine as my balls drew up closer to my body. It took every last ounce of control I had to hold on long enough, to wait until she was begging.
“Knox … oh, God … please …harder.”
I slammed into her again and again, our bodies colliding in a brutal slap of flesh against flesh. Every thrust reverberated through her, the lamp on the desk threatening to topple.
“Emily … fuck, baby…” I couldn’t hold on any longer. My words thundered through the room. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
She screamed, her pussy locking down on me, the muscles milking the last vestiges of my sanity. I came on a roar, my fingertips digging into her flesh as I held her in place and filled her, my cock pulsing with every spurt of my seed.
I managed to pull out, stumbling back on wobbly legs. I was still reeling when Kieran stepped forward, went to his knees before Emily, and covered her pussy with his mouth. The sight of him cleaning my cum from between her legs was nearly enough to knock me down. My dick jerked and twitched, but at the moment, it was too spent to recover.
“Kieran,” Emily cried out, her hand fisting his hair as he ate at her like a starving man.
Her gaze lifted to mine and I saw it then, the true depths of her desire. She wanted this as much as we did. She wanted to be pleasured by two men. She wanted what only we could give her.
As I tucked my cock back into my jeans, I stepped over to her, leaned down, and kissed her lips before watching Kieran.
“Make her come again,” I ordered.
“Please,” Emily said, tugging his head forward as she rocked her hips. “Kieran … yes … right there. Right…”
Her body went rigid as a soft cry filled the air.
When Kieran pulled back, Emily reclined on the desk, huffing for air.
