Page 33 of Relentless Knight
Lance groans, the sound near agony as his arm tightens around my ribcage like a vise, and he pins me in place, holding me firmly on his swollen length as his jaw muscles flex taut beneath his dark facial hair.
“What’s wrong?” I gasp, sensing the sudden tension in his powerful body.
“I forgot a condom.”
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LANCE
Icould kick myself for being so reckless. At least I haven’t come yet. But the intense pleasure of feeling Quinn climaxing all over my cock almost made me lose my load inside her. And it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint to keep her still right now so I don’t do just that.
“Did you…?” she asks breathlessly, a shiver racing down her spine and making my balls ache with the need to pour my seed inside her.
“No—just…give me a second,” I rasp.
Quinn nods, and I can tell she’s trying to be as still as possible. But the tantalizing way her breath fans across my shoulder and neck is making it nearly impossible to rein myself back in. Finally, I grasp her hips and slowly ease out of her, lifting her off my painfully hard length.
“I have more…” she says, leaning toward the bedside table.
I balance her as she opens the drawer and pulls out another foil packet. She tears it and gets to work rolling the rubber down my length with a confidence that’s far from virginal. Then again, this is Quinn we’re talking about. She knows everything aboutnursing and the body. Of course she would know how to put on a condom without ever having done so before.
And damn she puts it on with such perfect, talented fingers. Her caress makes my cock throb, my swollen tip twitching with the need to be back inside her.
“There,” she breathes, her jade eyes dilating to a beautiful shade of emerald as they meet mine.
I should have taken advantage of our momentary reprieve. Found the strength to put a stop to what we’re doing. Resisted Quinn’s intoxicating beauty. I don’t like the idea of betraying Killian, and having sex with my best friend’s kid sister is doing just that.
But the truth is, Quinn’s no longer a kid. She’s a beautiful, intelligent, funny young woman who’s impossible not to want. And as she guides my aching erection back to her entrance, I can’t stop it. I need to feel her wrapped around me more than I need my next breath.
I groan with the euphoria of her warm wetness stretching around my length. And though it doesn’t feel quite as good as being inside her raw, it’s still sinfully enticing. Yet, in the back of my mind, I feel a strange sense of disappointment over not having the pleasure of coming inside her.
What is wrong with me?
I can’t seem to stop asking myself that.
But pouring cum inside Quinn would be about the worst thing I could do.So why do I want to so desperately?
Fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her hips, I support Quinn’s light weight, guiding her as she rides me. And steadily, she finds a rhythm that she can sustain. Her fingers comb into my hair, tugging softly at the roots as she braces against my shoulders with her forearms.
Her hard nipples brush against my chest, the softness of her breasts a delicious contrast that hits my pulse like an electric shock.
And all the while, her pussy ripples around me, so tight that it continues to remind me that I’m her first—her only. Something deep and instinctual inside me feels a great sense of satisfaction about that fact. Sick, I know, when I have no right to covet my friend’s sister—to even think about her the way I am.
But something’s changed between us. And I’m not sure we can go back from this.
“You’re so big,” Quinn moans as her hips roll forward, taking me deeper into her depths.
“You’re so damn tight,” I growl. “I’m not hurting you?”
Quinn releases a breathy laugh and shakes her head. “In case you haven’t noticed, I can’t seem to stop coming. You feel so good.”
A low snarl of satisfaction rips from my chest, and I shift, changing positions once again as I put Quinn on her back. She moans, her green eyes soft as she watches me, trusting that she’s going to like whatever I have in mind.
I hook one of her thin ankles over each of my shoulders, and slowly, I lean into her, folding her in half. Quinn gasps, her eyes flying wide as I penetrate her even deeper—finding that hidden spot that drives her wild.
“Come for me again, beautiful,” I command, holding her legs against my chest as I rock my hips into her with slow, deliberate motions.
Quinn cries out, her head falling back and her fingers tangling in the sheets as she does what I say. I groan at the strength of her orgasm. The way her body ripples down my length, gripping me with viselike strength. I keep rolling my hips, maintaining a gentle but deep penetration as I feel her fall apart, her legs quivering against me.
