Page 123 of Hide and Seek
His cock flinches within me, and my whole body jolts at the sensation. “Baby,” he groans. “I need to move.”
I grin and look back over my shoulder as he pulls against the belt, keeping me arched. “Give me your worst.”
And with that, my man truly starts to fuck me. He pulls back, his hips rolling, and as he looks down between us, he watches the way his thick cock slams into my trembling cunt. I can only imagine what he’s seeing, the way his veiny cock glistens with my wetness, the way my pussy welcomes him in.
God. Just imagining it has me burning from within.
“Knight,” I pant as his hips continue to roll, torturing me with every single perfect thrust, driving me wild with need.
“That’s right, doll,” he grits through his teeth. “See what I do to you? See how fucking perfect we are?”
“God, yes!”
He gives it to me hard, pushing me to my absolute limits as my body is pushed right to the edge. I clench my eyes, my hands balled into tight fists. I can’t hold on to it any longer.
My pants turn into full blown cries of desperation, my body coiled and ready to strike.
“Give it to me, Harper,” he growls. “Show me how you come for me.”
His words ignite something within me, and I let go, allowing my orgasm to rule me, shooting through my body and claiming everything that I am. My walls frantically spasm around his thick cock, squeezing him so damn tight that he can’t help but come right along with me. A loud grunt rumbles through his chest as my pussy brings him to his knees.
He doesn’t stop thrusting as he empties himself into me, my body violently spasming. “KNIGHT!” I cry out, sheer desperation and pleasure exploding through me, the intensity too much for me to handle.
“Keep it going, doll,” he encourages. “Feel it all. Let it claim you.”
“Fuck.”
The overwhelming raw pleasure pulses through every inch of my body, electrifying my veins and burning me from the inside out, and when he releases my hip and reaches around, skimming his fingers over my sensitive clit, my world detonates all over again.
“Oh fuck. FUCK. FUCK!”
Everything trembles. Spasms. Convulses. I fucking gush for him.
It’s too much, but he guides me through, giving me more than I ever thought I was capable of, and as I come crashing back to Earth, gasping for air, he finally releases me, undoing the belt and allowing me to crumble against the mattress.
His hands return to my hips, his thumbs caressing my skin with gentle circles as we both take a second, and as my body begins to give out, Knight slowly eases out of me and fixes my thong back into place once again.
He puts himself back inside his pants as I hear the familiar thud of his belt hitting the ground, then not a moment later, he pulls my heels off, and I’m lifted off the mattress and pulled into the warmth of his strong arms.
“Come on, doll,” he murmurs, pulling back the blankets of his bed and climbing straight in with me curled up against his chest. “Rest now, because come morning, I plan to do that all over again.”
I make myself comfortable against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, and damn it, I have never been so content in my life. He was right to have me move in here, just like he’s been right about everything else. Mostly. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a bossy asshole, but truth be told, I love that about him. I love his need to look out for me, to protect me, and give me exactly what he knows I need.
Fuck, I just love him.
“Shit,” I murmur. “Is it possible to die via orgasm? Because I’m not sure I can handle all that again.”
Knight laughs, his hand roaming up and down my back before stopping at the garter belt around my waist and swiftly unclipping it, knowing it won’t be comfortable to sleep in. “I’ve got no fucking idea, but death by orgasm sounds like a fucking great way to go.”
“In that case,” I say, lifting my chin and brushing my lips over his before adjusting myself until I’m straddled over him, his cock all but springing to life between my thighs. I reach down between us, fisting his cock and working him to the tip before adjusting myself over him and sliding down on top, filling myself to the brim. “We better test those limits and see just how far we can push them.”
43
HARPER-RAYN
Astupid smile pulls across my face as I stride out of the hospital morgue early on Tuesday morning. It’s been a little over three weeks since my unfortunate freak-out at work, and almost a month since that asshole janitor and his friends left me for dead in that alley.
I was cleared to return to work on Friday, and after just completing my first shift back, I feel like my normal self. I was nervous to walk in there and be triggered, but it was fine.
