Page 12 of Tamed By A Knight

I give Tara a moment to breathe, come back down from her high, but never remove my hand from between her legs. Feeling her wetness against my fingertips, picturing how fucking good it’s going to be on my cock instead.

“Hush.” Her hand tickles its way up my side, across my neck, and into my hair. With a hard pull, she yanks my attention back to her. Fuck, I love a woman who knows how to take charge.

“How can I help, doc?” I tease, but her fluttering eyelashes make my heart pound hard in my chest.

“Put it inside me,” she drawls out slowly. “I need it.”

There’s a time and place for jokes, and I’m sure I could come up with a good one for this. But those words are enough to wipe my mind clear, empty. Pulling myself onto my knees, I hook my hands under hers to lift and part her legs. Tara keeps them spread as I set her feet on the bed, creating two arches leading to her pink pussy.

So eager in my approach, I almost slam myself into her with boxers on. It takes all the willpower I can muster to hold back for a few more seconds. In a flash, I’m on my feet and tear away the remnants of my clothing. Boxers first, to stop their restrictions on my aching member, then shirt. Pulling it over my head, Tara stares at me with the same unblinking, awe-struck gaze I gave her moments ago.

“Oh, fuck.” She gulps audibly as her gaze drifts lower.

“Like what you see?” I parrot her question, crawling back between her legs, and resting the length of my erection over her belly. Her hands instinctively snap to it, rubbing the sensitive skin as she mentally prepares for what’s about to happen.

“Do I ever?” She grabs the base firmly, taking full control of the moment and me. “And I can’t wait to feel it, too.”

Using her feet planted in the bed as support, she shimmies back until my head is in line with her hole. She tugs me forward, using my cock as a leash, and slots me against her entrance to a joint howl that echoes in the quiet black of her bedroom.

“Are you going to give it to me?” Tara coos, stroking my head against her slick arousal. “Split me in half. Fuck me silly. Leave me a come-drunk mess?”

The pen is mightier than the sword, that’s what they say, right? Until now, I couldn’t believe it. But Tara’s filthy tongue is proof that words can be pretty damn strong.

Grabbing my manhood and prying it out of Tara’s grip, I sink the tip deeper. Her warm tightness engulfs me, hungrily accepting every measured inch I feed it. Her hips buck up the deeper I go, eyes roll to the back of her skull. By the halfway mark, her tongue hangs from her mouth, and she pants for air.

“You’re…” Strained words claw their way out of my chest. “So…” Another inch, my arms start to shake. “Fucking…” Any movement I make sends sharp spikes of pleasure out from my loins, tickling every nerve in my body. “Tight.”

Pushing deeper, my body turns to water, and I collapse on top of Tara. My face drops between her bosom, mouth open and eager to feed. My tongue finds the erect bud of her nipple, and I flick over it with expert precision. Tara howls out, and her arms snake around my neck, before trapping me in place with an iron-clad squeeze.

I start rolling my hips, inching back and forth inside her pussy, while Tara suffocates me against her tits. My mind is lost to spiraling thoughts of her. The overwhelming sensation of her pussy gripping onto my cock. Flashes of her naked body before me. Fingers still coated in her liquids, leaving lines of the nectar against her thighs, while I claw onto them for dear life.

It doesn’t take long to lose control. The strained, slow pulse of my hips, replaced by long strokes burying myself down to my balls. So far gone in the haze of pleasure, the cacophony of noise we’re both erupting couldn’t penetrate my ears.

Fierce grunts, flustered moans, howling and squealing—an orchestra fit for the Gods, playing on repeat from Tara’s magnificent lips.

“Don’t hold back,” I speak against her breasts. There’s no real reason for it, other than how badly I want her reaction. “I want to feel your tight cunt gush over my fucking cock. Show me that you belong to me. That you’re mine.”

“Y-yours?” Strained sounds, almost indiscernible, fight their way out of her mouth.

“All mine.” I slide my cock as far as it will go before slipping out of her and smashing my hips forward. Tara’s body spasms, her legs give way, and she collapses onto her back.

She writhes in eye-rolling bliss, a wicked grin plastered across her face, as her grip loosens around my neck. “Yours,” she howls, stating it as though an obvious point of fact.

“Good girl.” My hands tighten in the grooves of her hips with the overwhelming urge to make it official. Using my grip, I start pulling her waist into my thrusts, planting my flag deep inside her womb to make my claim official.

I slam my cock into her, fucking Tara harder as she climaxes against it. She claws her nails across my skin, digging them into my back as she flies over the edge. And that’s when I feel it, brewing just beneath my gut as her hips spasm against my cock.

“Fuck,” is all I can get out before I hear Tara’s frantic giggle.

“That’s it, baby.” Finding new strength after her orgasm, she starts rolling her hips in time with my pulling, and better still, my thrusting. “You gonna come for me?”

“I a—” Can’t even finish the sentence. So close, my eyes go blurry, and my head goes blank.

She speaks in a frenzied whisper. “Do it. Come inside of me.”

One more thrust is all it takes. Reaching as far as it can go inside her, my cock swells and tenses, while painstaking grunts replace my ability to breathe. It starts as a slow trickle from the base moving up my shaft, before my seed explodes into the tight confines of Tara’s pussy. She jolts her hips upward, accepting every last drop I have to offer, while I can’t even keep myself upright.

I crumble at her side, pulling her face over to mine to seal this deal with a kiss.

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