Page 32 of Relentless Knight

His tongue trails a searing path across my collarbone and between my breasts, and as I arch into the erotic feeling, Lance’s hands roam down my waist to palm my ass. His long fingers grip and knead the full flesh, and he pulls my hips more firmly against him, grinding into me.

I’m tender from our first time around, and still, it feels so good, I respond eagerly. Rocking forward to rub myself against him. His lips close around my nipple, and I shudder with the intense arousal. Goose bumps flash across my neck and arms, my taut nubs suddenly hard enough to cut glass. A knot of excitement tightens in my belly, and a jolt of electric pleasure races up my spine every time his talented tongue swirls around the tight, throbbing pebble.

And when he slowly starts to suck, I nearly come undone.

“Oh God,” I moan, rolling forward more adamantly with my hips.

One muscular arm wraps around my hip as Lance’s other hand slides between us to palm my free breast. And the combination of his warm hand on one, his wet lips and teasing tongue on the other launches me unexpectedly toward climax.

You can’t come just from someone playing with your breasts…can you?

I think I might be dangerously close to proving you can. I shiver, my fingers combing into Lance’s hair, mussing it in such a sexy way as I cling to his beautiful chestnut locks.

And when he switches sides, cupping my breast so he can close his lips around the new tight flesh, I give a sultry moan. Then he lightly starts to nibble. And I cry out as my orgasm blasts through me with hurricane force.

“Mmm,” Lance hums appreciatively. The hand cupping my breast travels slowly down my abdomen to the peak of my thighs. His fingers brush across my throbbing clit, then stroke between my slick folds. “You’re so wet and ready for me,” he moans.

Breathless and tingling as the euphoria ripples through me, I nod.

And Lance’s responding growl of approval makes my core clench deliciously.

Then he rolls, trading positions with me as he puts me on my back once more. My legs wrap around his waist, and I cling to him as his lips find mine, kissing me with soft, fiery passion. And his fingers continue to coax my slick slit, swirling around my clit to stimulate the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I pant heavily, my breaths clashing with his as I kiss him back between desperate gasps for oxygen. I’ve never known anyone could make me feel like this. Like everything else in theworld has vanished, and all that remains is my pleasure and his presence.

I feel like a puppet on his string, and I would gladly dance to whatever song he wants to play.

My eyes widen as he eases one finger inside of me, gently hooking the digit and stroking against a sensitive spot that makes me want to squirm. My lips part, my head falling back as my pussy tightens around the sudden intrusion. And though my walls are tender from the beating they just took, I desperately want to come.

“That’s it, beautiful. Show me what you want,” he coaxes.

Lance’s voice is so deep and manly and dangerously erotic, it alone might be capable of making me come. And in the recesses of my mind, I note that this might be the most he’s ever spoken to me. It makes the night feel more special, his commands carrying more weight.

“There,” I moan, grinding against the heel of his palm as he eases a second finger inside of me. “Oh God, please don’t stop.”

He does as I plead, his fingers curling softly inside me to find that special place that must be my G-spot. And all the while, our tongues twist in a tantalizing dance, awakening a fire in my belly. It’s driving me wild—this stimulation that seems to give my body a life of its own. I buck and squirm beneath him, loving the way his hips trap me against the bed. And still, his fingers fuck me gently.

Scientifically, there’s no known limit to how many orgasms a woman can have at a time. But as my next one rips through me, I wonder if we might just test that limit tonight. I’ve completely lost track of how many times he’s made me come. And still, my hunger feels insatiable. All I want is Lance to be inside me, filling me up as he makes us one.

“Please, Lance,” I whimper, grinding my hips forward to indicate what I want as my walls milk his fingers.

Easing them out of me, he brings his glistening middle and ring finger to his lips. And sucks the slick arousal from them. I watch with intense lust, licking my lips unwittingly in my desire to participate.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he rasps.

“I want your cock inside me,” I breathe, all sense of shame or modesty thrown out the window.

Lance hums, the sound practically a purr, and a moment later, he shoves his joggers back down his hips. Then he rolls us once more so he’s sitting up and I’m on top of him.

His lips gently tease the curve of my neck as his silken cockhead finds my entrance. And he eases me slowly, carefully onto his massive length.

I groan through the aching sense of fullness. It’s almost enough to be painful. But I’m so wet with arousal, he slides easily inside me. And it feels so dangerously good this time, I’m on the brink of coming with the first deep penetration.

Gasping, I roll my hips, unable to control myself as I let him sink a few inches deeper. Being on top gives me a bit more control and makes both the pleasure and the pain much more manageable.

Still, the orgasm that ripples through me catches me completely by surprise.

And suddenly, I’m throbbing around his silk-skinned iron length, milking him as my body begs him to come deep inside me.

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