Page 91 of Knots About You
Gimme.
‘Perhaps I’ll just brand you with my cum tonight, leave you all hot and desperate until morning. You do look like the sweetest gift wrapped up in those ribbons.
‘So help me god, if you won’t give it to me, I’m climbing up and taking it.’
Owen forced my mouth to his, stopping just shy of kissing.
‘You’re getting a little chopsy, Brat. Do you need a spanking?’
I shook my head. Not that night. I needed his thick fingers and to be toyed with. ‘No. I need you inside me.’
‘Like this?’ Owen asked, sliding his palm down my stomach and lower, until two fingers found my heat. I arched like a cat in heat and moaned.
But Owen was in no rush.
‘I love seeing you so needy. Arching your back and wriggling these hips for more, you greedy girl.’
He didn’t hurry. He never did when we had the luxury of time. It was like Owen was some sort of pleasure vampire, but rather than stealing pleasure, the more he inflicted, the more powerful he grew.
And the fucker knew it.
‘That’s it,’ he coached softly. His thumb circled my tortured flesh, while two fingers stroked my inside walls until I quaked with need. ‘Take it all, my love. Show me how badly you need this. There, oh that’s the spot, isn’t it?’
‘Yessss,’ I hissed as he added a thick finger, my vision blurring at the stretch.
‘You’re shaking, darling.’
‘Owen,’ I whimpered, not an ounce of dignity in my plea. The world narrowed to Owen and those devil-wicked fingers of his.
‘What do you want?’ His teeth grazed my throat as he spoke. ‘Tell me.’
‘I want you inside me.’
‘I am inside you.’ Owen curled his fingers, and a rolling pleasure knotted deep inside. ‘Can’t you feel me?’
‘Give me your damned cock already.’
He looked at me like I’d grown two heads. ‘Is that the way to ask, city girl?’
‘Please,’ I said, my cheeks heating and my body writhing. ‘Please!’
‘Please what?’
‘Please stop being such a fucking tease and fuck me, Sir.’
He didn’t let me finish, even as my dirty request drew me closer to the edge. I adored it when he made me beg. Sexually.
He pushed another finger into me, deep, enough to add a delicious sting to our game. ‘Mywife-to-be.’
The phrase ripped through me, and I clenched around his fingers, the ribbon biting at my wrists. He kept me right there onthe edge, stilling his hand as I rocked and cursed and begged for him to give me more.
‘My sweet wife-to-be, so hungry for a fat cock to fill her pretty pussy.’
I whimpered as I moved, trying to find friction against his arm. I failed.
He was taking too long.
An absolute sexual menace.
