Page 71 of Pucking Knox
I inhale sharply, thinking that’s a bad idea but not wanting to stop.
"Or how about I fuck you with my fingers."
He pushes my silk pajama shorts to the side and breathes into my hair.
"Is that what you want?"
I nod, and he touches me softly.
"You’re so fucking wet, you bad, bad girl."
I reach for his pants and he doesn’t stop me. I stroke his dick as he watches me.
"My dick is going to feel so much better."
I roll my head back, enjoying his fingers.
"Oh yeah?" I mumble into his neck and bite his shoulder. He fucks me harder and then covers my mouth when a moan escapes me.
"You’re going to wake up your roommate."
He pulls his fingers out and puts them in his mouth. Watching him do that turns me on. Then he kisses me.
He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. I watch, wondering what he’s doing. He aims himself to me.
"Knox," I whimper at how soft he feels against my thigh.
"I know, Princess. I won’t fuck you, I promise."
He moves my pajamas to the side.
I breathe, holding onto him. "Then what are you doing?"
"Showing you what you’re missing."
His tip finds my entrance, but he doesn’t enter. My vagina is throbbing, screaming at him to slide in. I pull him closer, inviting him in, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rubs against me, slowly pressing. I only feel a tiny bit of pressure. Holy hell, I want this. I grasp onto him and beg.
"Knox," I moan.
He grins, pressing the tiniest bit into me again. I exhale as he watches.
"Don’t stop."
"I’m stopping," he says, not moving. I think his head might be inside of me, I can’t tell. And then he says, "Look."
I glance down at his dick length between us. His head is barely in. The view is unreal. I’m so turned on.
"You’re so wet, I could slip right in." He pulls away, bringing his pants to his hips. "But I won’t."
"Knox," I gasp. "What the fuck?"
He fixes my pajamas, grabs my head, and whispers in my ear, "It’s only a matter of time before you’re not a virgin and you’re riding my dick every single night, but until then, I’m going to make you work for it. I’m going to make you beg, baby. You need to promise to be mine and only mine…forever. Understand?"
"Forever?" I ask, wondering why we need to make such a heavy vow, but I see my answer in his eyes. He doesn’t want to just fuck. He’s past that. He wants me to commit, long term before we do something we can never take back. Before he gives me every part of him. Before he truly falls in love with me. He needs to secure me before there’s no turning back.
I guess this way of handling his fear is better than how he handled it previously.
"Forever," he echoes.
