“Knox,” I breathe.
He lifts his head and moves to my other nipple. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“I need you. Inside of me.Now.” I pant as his tongue licks a circle around the peak.
I feel his muscles go taut, and he pulls back and smirks at me. “Alright, but I get to play later. We’re still counting.” Then he’s off me, grabbing a condom from his jeans and rolling it on.
He lifts my leg, planting kisses down the inside of it, working his way to my center. “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are around me.”
This man's dirty mouth might be the death of me. I’m desperate for friction, so turned on I can hardly breathe. I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. Giving it two pumps that have him grunting and leaning into me. When I reach up, pulling him down over me, he tsks.
“So demanding. Tell me how you like it.”
“I want to see you lose control,” I say, before I can stop myself. But it’s the truth.
Heat flickers in his gaze, and I swear they turn a darker shade of blue before he’s pushing into me. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust, he fully thrusts into me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. But we fit together perfectly.
I rock my hips, and he kisses me while he starts to move. He sets the perfect rhythm, bringing me right to the edge. “You feel amazing. I’ve wanted this pussy since the first day I saw you.” He picks up his pace and I arch into him. Again, and again, he thrusts into me.
“Oh god, Knox—”
He palms my breast and rolls my nipple between two fingers. It’s too much, I can feel the orgasm building. I’m going to come.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my cock.” He moves his hand from my nipple to my hip and pumps into me faster, deeper.
My nails dig into his back. And when I can’t hold on any longer, I shatter around him, coming harder than I ever have.
“Oh, fuck,” he pants as he loses all control, thrusting into me, coming with my name on his lips.
He pulls out of me and collapses next to me, pulling me to him so my head is resting on his chest. He kisses the top of my head.
“One,” I say.
And he laughs, holding me tighter.
Chapter 29
Knox
It’s 3 a.m. and I almost have her to number five.
I have both hands kneading her ass as she’s on her knees, holding the headboard, riding my face. She tastes so damn good. I can’t get enough of her. The moment I sank into her tight, wet heat, I knew I was done for. I’ve already fallen for her kind heart, quick wit, and brilliant mind. I see now this was inevitable.
There isn’t a force on earth that could keep me from this woman. We were made for each other. I just have to get her to see it, too. I know she has feelings for me and is clearly attracted to me. But I also know she doesn’t fully trust me. Not yet. I’ll do anything I can to earn that trust, I just hope we can survive the rodeo season. Then we’ll have several months to spend time together and make this a real relationship.
She starts to rock quicker, and I slide one hand up to her bouncing tits. I know she’s close, and she confirms it by letting out a whimper when I roll a taut nipple between my fingers. Ihum, increasing the sensation on her clit and it sends her over the edge.
“Fuck—Knox!” she screams my name.
I get off on her getting off. I love feeling her come apart for me. I’ve taken my time tonight, learning every curve and desire of her body. Like the way I can make her drip down her legs with my words alone, or how she tightens around me when I fist her hair and lick the sensitive nape of her neck. She isn’t shy about her desires, and I love it.
I continue to lick and suck, letting her fully ride out her orgasm. Once she flips over and lays next to me panting, I roll over and smirk at her. “That’s five.”
She laughs with the biggest smile on her face. The way she isn’t afraid to laugh with me, tucked away in her bedroom brings a full smile to my face. “I don’t know about you, but that’s a personal record for me,” she says.
“Same,” I say as I grab her, pulling her to me. I can’t go more than a few seconds without touching her. We took a break after round three and she slept, but I couldn’t. I just listened to her breathing. I don’t know when we’ll get this again. I want to soak in her scent, the softness of her hair and the little noises she makes in her sleep. At one point, she took my hand, intertwining our fingers together like she did in the barn. Just like the first time, she was asleep, completely unaware she was doing it.
I only made it two hours before I was waking her again—my craving for her too strong.
