Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Knox’s skin was cold, but his touch sent a wave of heat through me. “You’re safe now. We killed those motherfuckers. We killed them all.”
I nodded, because I couldn’t find the words to respond. My mind was still reeling, still trying to process what I was seeing, what I was feeling, and especially what I was hearing.
I knew what Knox and the MC had set out to do this evening. I knew blood would be spilled and corpses would line the ground. That didn’t bother me. The thought of Knox being put in harm’s way did though.
I could tell his body still hummed with the adrenaline of the fight. And I could feel it too—the way it pulsed off him, the way it made my heart race. His eyes burned with an intensity that made my knees weak, sweat bead between my breasts, and my pussy get juicy.
“Knox—” I started, but he cut me off.
“Don’t talk,” he said, his voice raw, commanding. He stepped closer, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off him, despite the coldness of his wet clothes. His hands went to my waist, gripping me tightly as he leaned down, his mouth hovering just above mine. “I need to feel you. I need to be inside of you.”
And then he kissed me.
It wasn’t gentle and sure as hell wasn’t soft. It was hungry, possessive, and I melted into him instantly, my hands clutching at his cut like they had a mind of their own. And when Knox pressed his tongue into my mouth, claiming me, I moaned at how good he felt and tasted.
I tasted rain and blood, danger and violence. I couldn’t get enough.
His hands moved lower, gripping my thighs, and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding my man tight. Knox carried me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine, his tongue fucking me between my lips. When he laid me down, he dropped on top of me, his massive body covering mine.
I could feel the weight of him, his insurmountable strength, and it made me want to be fucked like he’d never fucked me before.
He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing ragged, and looked down at me. “I can’t go slow. I can’t be gentle,” he warned, his voice rough, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re mine, Kelsie. And I’m going to fuck you in a way that shows you just how much I mean those words.”
I didn’t argue. Couldn’t argue. Because he was right. I was his. I’d always been his.
Knox stood, stripping off his wet clothes, and I lay there and watched, my breath catching in my throat as his big, hard, and muscular body was revealed. Knox was covered in tattoos and scars, a map of the wars he’d fought and won, and he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
“Get undressed, baby.”
I stood up, facing Knox, skimming my fingers down my sides. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it. My naked breasts caught on the fabric and held for a split second before popping free, my flesh jiggling. Knox’s gaze turned to fire, and I let the fabric slip over my head and then fall to the floor.
Reaching up, I circled my nipples with my fingertips, gently caressing my skin before grabbing the peaks and tugging them slightly. A jolt of pleasure raced to my pussy, and my inner walls clenched, my cream slipping out of me and coating my lower lips.
A quiet moan escaped from my throat, and Knox flinched slightly, like he was going to tackle me to the bed. But he stood still, watching me like I was his prey and was waiting for the opportune moment to pounce. He rubbed his hand over his dick, massaging the head.
Sliding my hands to my waistband, I turned from Knox, pushing my damp panties and yoga pants down my thighs at the same time. Bending over, I shimmied out of them, presenting my naked ass to him and reaching between my legs, spreading my lips so he could see how drenched I was.
I ran my fingers through my juices, rubbing and stroking my sloppy, wet cunt. Pounding with a pulse of its own, my clit called for attention, so I circled. The greedy little bitch wanted more, so I pinched it, eliciting a gasp from my lips, and a gush of wetness flooded down my inner thighs.
Still bent at my waist, I looked over my shoulder at Knox. He had his dick in his hand, furiously jacking off, eyes laser-focused on my ass, and pre-cum lubing his hand before spilling over onto his knuckles.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste that jizz, hating that it wasn’t being consumed by me.
With all the strength I could gather, I straightened and turned, facing Knox.