Page 51 of Knockout Queen

“There’s nothing you can say that would make me want to leave you.”

“Can I just forget for one moment?” he asks, staring at me like a lost child. “Just for one moment.”

I bridge the small gap between us and press my lips to his. He instantly turns it deeper, hotter, scorching my mouth with his commanding lips until I’m putty in his arms. Even before I was sure about Johnny, he could always do this to me. Make me feel things I wasn’t sure I should. Make me want things I was sure I shouldn’t, but unable to help myself anyway. He still does the same to me. Though, now, I’m sure about Johnny. One hundred percent.

If Johnny’s dad thinks he’s going to scare me away, it’s going to take a lot.

Johnny runs his hands down my ass and cups my thighs, hoisting me into the air. He hisses, but whatever momentary pain lifting me gave him, he pushes through it. Jesus. These guys will suffer through anything just to be with me. I wrap my legs around his hips lazily as he walks me into the bedroom. He promptly lays me on the bed, crawling over top of me until we’re clawing our clothes off each other. We practically tear at them until they’re in heaps on the floor.

He worships my body, pressing kisses over the back of my knee, my elbow, the dip in my collarbone. The tip of his tongue traces a perimeter around my breasts until I’m slick with want. He lowers over me until his cock is hard against my stomach. I itch to pull out of his grip to stroke him, but he feathers kisses over my neck before nipping at my sensitive skin.

I groan. “Johnny…”

“Did you like that, babe?”

I try to work my way up the bed to align our bodies, but he holds me down. Sticky pre-cum smears over my stomach. “You know you want to be inside me right now,” I plead.

“Right now, I want to make sure you know you’re mine.” He pushes my knees to the bed and leans back on his knees. He strokes up the inside of my legs until I’m practically shaking with need. The taunt of his fingers excites me. He presses the pad of his finger against my entrance and circles again and again.

My heels dig into the mattress. I let him play his games until I can’t take it anymore. Then, I rear up, capture his shoulders, and flip him until I’m on top. I move down his body. “You know I can tease, too.” I press my lips around just the tip of his cock. I stroke his slit with my tongue until his breathing deepens. When he gazes at the ceiling, I deep throat him once, sucking him until he releases with a pop.

Before I know it, I’m on the bottom again. Johnny has my arms pinned above my head while he eases himself inside me. Just the tip. Short, teasing strokes. I buck forward, wanting all of him. Needing all of him.

He pulls out, lying over me again. His dick, coated in my juices, presses against my stomach. “You’re a tease,” I breathe.

“I’m going to give it to you, sexy. I’m going to make you come so hard the guards hear you scream.”

My nipples peak. I’m so ready for it.

He drifts his gaze down and then lowers his perfect mouth over my breasts. He pulls one nipple into his mouth, kissing it like it’s his sole purpose in life. It makes everything fall away. The meeting with K. All our worries. He switches to my other breast, and a low mewl escapes my throat. Johnny starts shifting his hips into me. His cock slides over my skin in full, taunting strokes he knows are driving me crazy. They need to be a few inches lower.

I capture his leg, prepared to flip him again, but he leans back. His open face stares at me. The icy blue of his eyes are heated in molten fire. “I love you, Kyla.”

He feels it. I know he does. Real love. Not the shit his father brought him up with. “I love you, too.”

He presses my knees back, finally lining us up though that’s secondary now. I’m just watching him gazing at me. And when he lifts his stare to mine, I fall even deeper for him. “Thank you for showing me.”

“I—”

He drops to all fours and slides inside me. I gasp as he works his hips against mine.

He groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “I can forget like this,” he says. “Fuck, everything is perfect when I’m inside you.”

I lift my hips to meet his, urging him to move over me faster. I need him rocking into me like I need a drop of water in a scorching desert.

He dips his head to pull my nipple into his mouth. I buck into him, fire scorching through my veins and heading straight to my core. He stays still, first giving all his attention to one breast and then the other. All the while, he doesn’t move inside me. He pins me to the bed until I’m begging for it. “Please,” I practically choke.

He pulls out and then plunges inside again. My shoulders come off the mattress on a silent scream as he repeats this movement again and again. “Fuck, Kyla. I always lose myself with you.”

All I can do is hold on as he tortures me so deliciously. Every drive of his cock. Every grind of his hips. His movements stroke a fire inside me. Inside, my muscles tense in preparation. I dig my fingers into his ass, holding him there, making sure he won’t tease me again. Not like he would, but I might cry if he pulls out now.

He starts to shake. “Are you close, babe?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Mmm.” His sure movements increase. He ratchets up the heat inside me until I’m spasming around him. His stroke shudders, and a growl passes his lips that makes me smile. “Fuck, fuck.”

His cock jerks inside me. I tighten my legs around his ass, pulling him to me as he spills his pleasure deep between my legs.

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