Page 72 of Knots About You
‘I’m going to rip these from you, but I’ll replace them. Yes?’
I didn’t want her mad at me for tearing off something she adored.
‘Owen, for the love of god, if you don’t tear them off, I might scream.’
‘Oh, you’ll scream either way, you little brat.’
I snipped a small slit in the tight stretch of the dress beneath her arse before grasping the material and tearing it apart. The dress gave way with a resounding rip sound, and Claire shuddered in delight. I unsnapped her bra and unhooked the straps, pulling it out from under her. I knew well how expensive they could be, and there was no point ruining something for the hell of it. But the panties. Oh, the panties were going.
Drifting my fingers over the lacey black, I felt just how excited Claire was.
‘What’s this? All this wetness for me?’
‘Yes,’ she moaned, trying to arch her hips, but fastened too tightly to the barrel.
‘Mmm, there’s no leeway. You just lay there and take what I’ve got for you like a good girl.’ My voice came out low and gruff. I was just as desperate as she was.
I ground my fingers against her until she melted into a wet mess, before snipping the soaked panties and discarding them.
Fuck. She looked delicious. Bare and wet, and allmine.
I dove in to feast without another thought, pressing my mouth to her and swallowing her scent.
‘Oh, fuck,’ she moaned, wriggling but unable to access more or less. Just getting exactly what I gave her. I swirled my tongue through her, revelling in the softness and heat. Alternating between her quivering entrance and the knot of swollen nerves nearer the surface of the barrel.
Fucking delicious.
Having her belly down while I ate made breathing a little trickier, but I dove in anyway. Losing myself in her sweet cunt.
If I die, I die.
Her whimpering increased, and every time it coincided with her muscles twitching, I held back. Keeping her on the edge until she begged for more.
‘Owen, fuck me. Right now. Before I bust out of these ropes and make you.’ I sucked her clit into my mouth until her demands turned to pleas.
‘Oh god… Owen… please? I need more. I need you to fill me.’
‘Fill you?’ I asked, standing, moving my kilt and pressing my length against her heat. ‘I’m not going to fill you, Claire. I’m going to fucking ruin you.’
‘You’re all talk, Owen.’ Even in her need, she couldn’t help but be a brat. And I loved her for it.
Loved her.
‘Tsk, tsk. That’s a bratty thing to say.’
‘Then make me sorry, Sir.’ The challenge in her voice crumbled the last of my willpower.
I didn’t make her sorry. I made herloud. I braced her hips and pushed into her heat and lost he last remnants of my gentlemanliness. She egged me on, taunting and praising and begging in turns until I grew truly feral. I set a punishing pace deep, harsh strokes that stole both of our breaths.
‘Your cunt is perfect. So fucking hot and wet. You should see the way it swallows my cock. Sogreedy.’
‘Harder,’ she moaned. ‘More.’
Lying my body over hers, I forced my fingers into her thick red curls and pulled her head up viciously.
‘That’s it. Take it all.’
I scooped my hips as I landed each stroke, my eyes rolling at the bliss that coiled deep within.
