Page 28 of The Hunted

When we reach the couch, he sits with me in his lap. It’s the perfect position for me to grind down on his hard length. Yes! I need the friction. I writhe against him, and he pushes his erection up into me. Our tongues slide against one another as our hands roam wildly. The next thing I know, he picks me up and tosses me down onto my back on the couch. His knee finds its way between my legs, pushing them apart as his muscled thighs brush against mine.

Slowly, he lifts the hem of my t-shirt and slips his fingers under the edge of my panties. The simple brush of his skin along that sensitive area sends heat flooding between my legs. He tugs my panties down, and I lift slightly to accommodate him. His finger finds my folds, and he draws it teasingly back and forth, my flesh pebbling in the wake of his feather-light touch. My nipples tighten, almost to the point of pain. The sensation elicits a small pleasure-filled moan from my lips. His finger withdraws from my overheated flesh, and I watch in rapt fascination as he gently traces along his full bottom lip before the digit slips between his lips and into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed briefly, his dark lashes casting faint shadows on the bronzed skin under his eyes. A low moan rumbles from deep within his chest.

Holy hell, that’s hot. I can’t look away even if I want to, and when his eyes open again, the fire held within that amber-colored gaze blazes, calling to me. All my senses are heightened. My body thrums. The air hangs thick with arousal, his scent wrapping around me. Every breath I inhale only intensifies this hungry ache building deep within me.

He grasps the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, the motion forcing my arms to comply to his will. I try to lie completely still as his eyes rake hungrily across my nude form. My stomach twists in knots.

What will he do next?

Once he has looked his fill, he tugs his shirt off and tosses it to join mine on the floor. Leaning his large frame over mine, his tongue darts out to flick my nipple. My back arches off the couch, seeking more, but his large palm gently presses on my chest, pushing me back down.

“Patience, baby.” He almost purrs in that low, deep, whiskey tone. Every word is laced with his own need. I can’t stop the shudder that rolls through my body. The ache, the need, the slow delivery of his pleasure all coil in my center, promising to detonate into the greatest pleasure my body and mind have ever known. His whispered words trail off as he draws my nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender flesh hard. My abdomen tightens, and my legs quiver as I begin to writhe like the needy mess I am. His satisfied smile wraps around my nipple, and his teeth gently nip at my flesh. I don’t acknowledge his smug pride, but my fingers push into his thick brown hair, drawing his mouth deeper onto my breast. My actions spur him to suck harder, and his hand moves down. He again parts my folds and rubs gently on my clit. It isn’t enough. It’s a whisper of a touch, and I need more. I push my hips up to get some pressure from his hand. He uses it to push me back down on the couch.

I groan in frustration.

“Knox, you’re killing me here.”

He chuckles as he moves a finger to my entrance.

“Patience Raven.” He whispers, his words tumbling upon my flesh as a promise of what he plans to give me. Slowly, he pushes in, and I want to scream with glee. My body heats from within, a supernova set to detonate. He maneuvers his finger in and out of me agonizingly slow, before he withdraws it completely.

“Your smell is fucking killing me, Little Bird.”

Before I register what’s happening, he grabs my hips and lifts them from the couch. His hands slide to cup under my ass, and he lifts my pussy to his mouth. I wrap my legs around his head, and he devours me. The sensations wracking my body all center on the place where my flesh meets his lips.

“Oh, God!”

That’s all I manage to rush out before his side to side motion tips me over the edge. He doesn’t stop. He eats me through my orgasm, never allowing me to come down from the first before his filthy mouth drives me into my second a few moments later.

He lowers my ass back down onto the couch, and he licks my orgasm from his lips.

Damn, he is pure, sexual sin.

Eyes trained on me, he watches with pride as my chest heaves from the two orgasms he just pulled from my body.

Knox rises and pushes off his pants, his large cock standing at attention.

“Roll over on all fours, baby.”

Desperate for his next move, I swiftly comply with his command.

The couch dips behind me as he settles between my legs. The smooth, hard head of his cock rubs up and down my seam.

“You ready for me little girl?”

In a blink, he pushes his thickness in as far as he can. My breath rushes from my lungs at the force of his entry as he stretches me. I can’t help but rock back onto him, my head falling forward.

He leans forward, his hot breath against my ear. “Oh, fuck, you feel good.”

He latches on to my hips and grinds himself into me. I grind along with him. He sets a slow pace, pushing my body forward then pulling me back by my hips, impaling me on his cock. His movements quicken, and my heart pounds out to his rhythm.

He reaches one arm around my waist, and the other bands over my chest to grab my breast. His hot breath fans my ear. His pants and low grunts hurtle me closer to another orgasm. My arms burn from supporting our weight, and a rivulet of sweat streams between my breasts.

“Little Bird,” he whispers into my ear.

His breath on my neck causes me to break out into goose bumps again, and I release a strangled moan.

“You belong to me.”

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