Page 90 of Misrule
“You made it,” Knox whispered, wrapping her in his arms.
It was dark so she could barely see him, but she felt his muscles and his warmth, smelled the scent of the soap he used, and pressed against his rock-hard cock.
“I…you’re really here.” He threaded his fingers through her hair.
“Did you fucking doubt me?” she asked with a grin.
Knox didn’t respond, and instead, covered her mouth with his.
“You’re so fucking delicious,” he said between kisses.
“Some parts more than others.”
“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go to my room.”
That was safer and more logical, but Roxy had something else in mind, something she’d always wanted to do. “No, Knox. We don’t have time for that. Besides, we couldn’t hear if Mortician came in.”
“What--?”
“Follow me.” The words were rhetorical because she took his hand into hers and pulled him into the main room. “I’ve always wanted to fuck in the clubhouse.”
“You have?” He sounded confused.
“Yeah, sugar. I never have. It just seems so freeing.”
She stopped at one of the stools in front of the bar.
“This is so public.”
Jumping up on the stool, she spread her thighs. “Neither me nor my pussy cares.” She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her mound.
“Fuck, you’re actually wet.”
She snapped her brows together. “Don’t sound like me having a juicy pussy is the eighth goddamn wonder of the world.”
Thumbing her clit, he slipped two fingers inside of her. She groaned.
“Never, sweetheart,” he whispered, running his tongue along the shell of her ear, igniting her senses. Goosebumps rose on her skin. “I know you have some lubrication. But…you just…we just—”
“Need help,” she finished for him, throwing her neck back. “But the last time and this time my pussy has been suffering a cock drought.” She didn’t know why her pussy suddenly decided to moisten and refused to get into a discussion about this. She sucked his neck. “Who gives a fuck, Knox? Just fuck me. Me and your dick wondering why we’re still talking.”
He chuckled. “Whatever my lady commands, I’m obliged to do.”
Assisting him in pulling his cock through the slit in his pajama bottoms—the only thing he wore—Roxy slid to the edge of the stool. He slid into her and she moaned, her body jerking at the contact of his hot cock filling her. As he pulled out, then pushed back into her, his dick brushed against her pussy walls. She leaned back, resting against the bar, then grabbed Knox’s shoulders and urged him forward. He withdrew his cock and she thrust her pussy up, meeting each move that he made.
“I love you,” he told her.
“I love you, too, baby,” she breathed. “I miss you so much.”
“I miss you more.”
Abandoning words, they crashed their lips together, their bodies slapping together in raw, animal pleasure. It was hard, fast, out in the open, and Roxy loved every moment of it. The sheer intensity of Knox powering in and out of her. His grunts and heavy breathing mingling with her sighs and moans.
He inserted his hand between them and found her clit again, massaging and caressing it, until Roxy started to shake. As her orgasm overtook her, Knox stiffened and growled, coming with her.
“Are you okay?” he asked, a few minutes later.
She nodded. “More than okay.”
