Page 48 of Knockout (Whiskey Dolls 2)

“Jesus, baby,” he grunted as he fisted his length and dragged his hand from tip to base. “See what you do to me? How hard you make me? Can’t remember ever being this hard before. Just looking at you now, I feel like I’m about to explode.”

That would have been an absolute travesty, and I whimpered at the thought of missing out on everything he was showing me just then. Desperation clawed at my insides, threatening to burst through my skin at any moment. I couldn’t remember the last time I needed a man the way I did just then. I was quickly going out of my fucking mind!

“Jude, please,” I panted. “Fuck me.”

He smiled then, but it wasn’t his usual cocky smirk. There was something that looked a lot like affection shining in his oil-slick eyes just then. “Knew you could be sweet, baby,” he murmured, the gentle words coming out in a rumble. “And it fucking turns me on.”

My chest heaved on a sigh of relief when he moved to the nightstand on the side of the bed and pulled the drawer open, returning to the foot of the bed where I lay as he ripped the foil condom wrapper open with his teeth and stretched the latex over his massive cock.

“Up on your elbows,” he ordered as he stopped in front of me, standing tall as he grabbed me behind my knees and wrapped my legs around his trim waist. “I want you to watch while I take you.”

His voice was commanding, not bossy, and something about giving up control in the bedroom for the very first time held a sudden appeal it never had before. It was as if there was a part of me that knew intrinsically that Jude was going to get me there without me having to guide him in any way.

I didn’t hesitate to do what he told me, and I was immediately rewarded with him notching the crown of his cock into place and slowly feeding it inside me. “Oh, shit!” I cried, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes closed at the overwhelming sensation of him filling me.

My breathing became ragged and thready, my chest stuttering like I’d just run a marathon. At this angle, he stretched me fuller than I’d even been before. I could feel him absolutelyeverywhereas he slowly worked his way inside.

He paused a couple inches in, gritting out, “Uh-uh, princess. Eyes open. I want you to watch every single inch sliding into this beautiful pussy.”

My walls spasmed around him as I forced my head up and my eyes opened so I could see what he was doing. He pulled out just a bit, the steel-wrapped velvet of his dick glistening with my arousal.

“See what I do to you?” he asked as he pushed back in, steadily working himself in and out until I could handle his length. “See how wet you are? Never forget who made you that way. Goddamn drenched,” he finished on a hiss between clenched teeth, finally bottoming out inside me.

“Need, you,” I breathed. The desperation that had been clawing at my insides had only gotten worse. “Please. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you long after you’re finished.” He answered with a snarl before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in so hard my whole body jolted up the mattress. “Yes,” I moaned. “Again.”

He gave me exactly what I was begging for, fucking me so hard I wasn’t able to hold myself up any longer. I collapsed onto the bed with Jude following me down, bracing his palms on either side of my head as he hovered over me, his hips pounding at a perfectly brutal pace.

The muscles in his arms worked, bulging and straining against his skin. Each drive of his hips sent a grunt up his throat, and the sounds he was making only spurred on my rapidly approaching release.

“Been dreaming about this for months,” he said on a choppy exhale. “You have no idea.”

“I do,” I replied with what little air I had left in my lungs. “Because I have too.”

His eyes rolled back with my admission as he picked up the pace. “You can touch me now, baby,” he rasped, dropping his forehead into the crook of my neck, each of his exhales blowing a little puff of air against my fevered skin. “Christ,pleasetouch me.”

My hands automatically rounded his shoulders, one diving into the hair at the back of his head as the nails of my other raked across his broad back and protruding shoulder blades.

“Oh God, Jude. I’m so close.” I could feel each individual muscle in my body strain tighter as I forced my legs to stay locked in place, the edges of my vision starting to swim with darkness. “I can’t—it’s too much.”

“No it’s not,” he clipped as he lifted back up so he could meet my eyes. He dropped down to his forearm and slipped a hand between our writhing, sweat-slick bodies. “It’s not too much. Let me feel it.” He found my clit and began massaging in time with each thrust, and my hips immediately snapped up, meeting his each time he plunged inside me.

My eyes went wide as that pressure inside me reached a breaking point. “Oh, shit. Oh, God,Jude. I’m coming!”

“Fuck yes, princess. Give it to me,” he growled, pounding even harder as I detonated. Starbursts formed in front of my eyes as I threw my head back and was swept away in an explosion of colors, screaming Jude’s name so loud I was sure, if I’d been in my apartment downstairs, I’d have heard every noise clear as a bell.

He slammed his lips down on mine in a savage kiss, his tongue battling with mine, as he drove into me once, twice, three more times, then came on a roar that spurred on a second release...or maybe it just dragged out the first one, I could no longer tell.

All I knew for certain was that I’d just had sex with my upstairs neighbor, a man who, untilveryrecently, I’d hated with a passion, a man who’d hated me too.

And it had bethe best sex of my freaking life.

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Layla

Well, I thought as I lay buck-naked beneath Jude’s covers, staring at the shapes on his bedroom wall, cast by the early morning sun coming through the blinds,that happened.

I honestly wasn’t sure what to think about this situation. We had sex the night before, that was a fact. If I hadn’t remembered every minute detail of every second of the night before, the fact that my lady closet was pulsing and throbbing like it had taken a serious beating—in averygood way—would have been reminder enough.

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