“Now let me taste your cum, Knox. Give me what I paid for.”
And before I could say a damn thing, she dropped back down and swallowed me again—this time with no mercy, no hesitation, no restraint. Her mouth attacked me with a hunger so wild it felt as if she was trying to devour my soul through my dick. Shesucked and sucked and suckedme so deep I saw black.
I took her head in my hands and started thrusting into her mouth while she sucked me with filthy expertise that should be illegal. Her mouth was a whole storm—wet, sloppy, messy as fuck—each sound she made turning my brain inside out. My hips were snapping forward into her mouth, fucking her throat again and again. I pushed myself deeper, so deep she choked around my dick, and that shit made me even harder.
“Easy… Relax that mouth for me, baby. Yes… Just like that. You really are no fucking princess, eh? Look how you’re taking this dick like a good damn girl.” I growled, pleasure hitting too raw for me to hide it. “Fuck… suck me to the bone, baby.”
She kept sucking and licking and moaning, choking on my dick all while her hands kept stroking me from base to tip. This shit was so good heat burst through my veins, my whole body tensing.
“Fuck I’m almost there,” I rasped, pulling her head up a little so I could see her eyes while she kept sucking my dick.
Her warm hand slid down to my balls, then lower, touching the crack of my ass and moving right toward my hole. The touch jolted through me so violently it burned, lightning up my spine and pulling my orgasm straight to the edge before I could catch my breath.
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkk,” I groaned, releasing hard into her mouth, hot spurts of cum filling her throat as my whole body trembled under the intensity of it. She swallowed all of it—every drop—and then pulled my length out of her mouth, stroking it once more before dragging it across her chest, rubbing the rest of my cum into her skin.
My mind blanked for a second. Shock. Lust. Awe.
Fuck.
I didn’t know she had all that in her; I didn’t even know she had half of it. But after what she’d just shown me—after the nasty, confident, and hungry way she took me—I knew damn well I was about to double every effort I had left in me to make her lose control the way she had just ripped it from me.
I grabbed her face firmly, pulling her up until her lips hovered against mine, her breath sweet and warm with what she had just swallowed.
“Now… my turn,” I murmured, before crushing my mouth against hers.
Chapter Seven
SERENITY VEYLOR-KORVEN
I’d been waiting for this moment for so fucking long. I wanted so badly to be fucked and ruined that I prepared myself for it, hoping my husband would show up one night and want something from me besides vengeance.
But he never came.
Still, I wanted to be ready if things ever changed, so I taught myself everything, practiced on silicone dicks of every size, watched tutorials, and learned to let my own hunger take control. The more I practiced, the more I started wanting it, imagining Konflict finally touching me. But the months kept dragging, my frustration grew, and I realized after the gala that I was done waiting. With one month left before whatever fate he chose for me, I decided I’d die satisfied, because that was the only thing I could still control.
And fuck, after tasting that escort’s dick, I knew I wanted moreof him.
I didn’t know why everything about him reminded me of Konflict. It was almost cruel how much Knox felt like the man I’d always wanted but could never have. Konflict would never touch me, not with all that rage inside of him. But this stranger touched me like he’d been starving for me his whole life. He kissed me with authority and possession, pulling every sound and shiver out of me, giving me everything I’d secretly wanted. For the first time in eleven months, I wasn’t invisible. I was a woman being taken and claimed just the way I’d always begged for.
And if tonight was all I ever got with him, then I was taking every fucking second of it.
His mouth dragged down my neck—slow at first, then deeper, hotter, rougher, every kiss pressing me harder to his body until my breath hitched in my throat.
“How you wanna get fucked tonight?” he murmured against my lips.
“Hard,” I breathed, my whole body tightening around the word. “Wanna get fucked so hard.”
A dark sound rumbled out of him, a mix of approval and hunger, vibrating straight through my skin.
He grabbed my legs without warning and hooked them around his waist, dragging me closer until there was no space left between us. My nightie and thong didn’t hide shit, so when his bare dick pressed right against my center, I felt every inch of him burning through the fabric.
He lined himself up, grinding his bare length along the soaked line of my pussy. The thin fabric of my thong was the only thing between us. The friction jolted through me, making my hips move on their own, rolling against him in some desperate move. A low groan tore out of him when he felt me grinding back, then before I could blink, he hauled me up and laid me on the bed, hisgaze locked on mine.
He dropped his mouth to my neck again, licking and biting, marking me slow. Each drag of his lips made my back arch while my hands clutched at him, silently begging him not to stop. His weight pressed down harder, his breath warm on my skin, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I whispered it first, then said it louder, shameless, breathless—already half gone. “Fuck me, please.”
“You don’t run shit here, baby. You had your time where I let you lead. Now I’m the boss, okay?”
