Page 86 of The Only Thing That's Real

He doesn’t finish his sentence because he knows whatever it is he’s threatening... I’ll want.

“What, Knox? Will I get a spanking?”

“Ry.” His plea sounds hopeless as his knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel. He’s ready to explode, and I’m loving every second of it.

“Pretty please?”

He’s out of the truck in a flash, slamming his door behind him. Ripping open the passenger side door. He bends inside the cab, and in one swift move, I’m over his shoulder. He hauls me to the house, punching the security code and storming into his bedroom.

As soon as my heels touch the wood floor, my gold belt hits the floor, and he spins me around to face the bed. There’s no finesse to his touch as he rips the zipper down my back and yanks my dress off my body, letting it pool at my feet. My panties meet my dress on the floor a second later.

“Hands and knees, beautiful,” he growls like the beast he is.

I’ll happily play his Beauty if it gets me what I want. And what I want is Knox buried deep inside me.

I feel him untangle my clothes from my feet, but he leaves my heels on, his fingers digging into my waist as he stands behind me. “I asked you nicely, Ryan. I wanted to make the day beautiful for you, but you just had to push it.”

When I glance over my shoulder, his wild eyes are roaming over my body, making me feel vulnerable and on display in front of him. He looks hungry. Needy. I’m not the only one desperate for the other. I really hope he spanks me.

He notices me watching him and brings two fingers to my mouth, sliding them past my lips to get them wet. His focus stays glued to my mouth until he slides his now wet fingers into my needy pussy and pumps them in and out of me. I’m mesmerized by him as he watches the mess he’s making of me.

Removing his fingers, he puts them to his mouth, sucking them clean. He opens the drawer of his nightstand to grab a condom I know wasn’t there before. When I snooped the drawers were empty, but Knox came prepared. That only makes me want him more. Still standing behind me his jeans drop to his boots, and he sheaths himself. Adjusting me so my knees are nearly on the edge of the bed, he teases me with the tip of his erection, but I need more.

Positioning a pillow beneath my chest, I lower my face to the mattress, pushing my ass higher, asking for all of him. He runs his hand up and down my spine while the fingers of his free hand find my clit. He gently slides in until he’s fully seated inside me. As always, I feel full when our bodies connect in this way. Not just physically, but becausemybody connected tohisis where I’m the most secure. It’s where I feel safe.

Instead of thrusting in and out of me, he uses his grip onmy hips to pull me back and forth over him. It’s slow. Deliberate. Euphoric. He’s taking his time and I’m here for every erotic second of it.

The cotton of his shirt brushes against my back as he leans over me. “You’re waiting for me to spank you, aren’t you?”

“If the punishment fits the crime…” I say, my words muffled against the comforter.

His chest vibrates against my back with a chuckle before he stands to his full height again. “Does it?” He thrusts harder. Faster. Almost punishing. “One more time, Ryan. Does it?”

The force and rhythm of his thrusts are the perfect combination to take me where only Knox can. “Yes!” I scream as my orgasm threatens to send me into an abyss of ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re close, baby. I can feel it. But not yet. You wait until I tell you to. You wait for me.”

“I can... I can’t... I’m... I’m...”

Smack!

“Now, Ryan.”

Oh. My. Word.

The tiny sting of his hand against my skin is the lightning that sets the building fire inside me ablaze. My world goes black except for the explosion of stars that soar behind my closed eyes as my body climaxes harder than it ever has. He roars behind me as he comes, then we collapse on the bed together.

Panting is all either of us can manage for a solid minute. Once he catches his breath, Knox scoots down the bed until he reaches the ass cheek still deliciously stinging from his slap. Soft lips brush against the spot reverently.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all. It was perfect.”

“I never want to hurt you, Ryan.”

“You didn’t. Besides, I asked you to do it.”

“You sure?”

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