Page 58 of Knockout (Whiskey Dolls 2)

She pulled in a soft gasp that drove me out of my mind, her eyes finally fluttering open to reveal that pale gray that I never got tired of staring at. The sunlight filtered through her gauzy drapes that had to have been solely for looks because God knew they didn’t do a damn thing to keep anything out. But at that moment, I was grateful for them, because they allowed the sun’s rays to dance across her face, revealing tiny little flecks of gold sprinkled throughout her irises as she smiled up at me. “I think I could be okay with that.”

“Hmm.” I licked my lips and drove forwards again, sliding through her wetness again and pulling a needy whimper from her as I groaned at the heat coming from her core. “Figured you would, princess.”

Her gaze went hooded, and she lifted her hips to meet mine, grinding against me as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down wantonly. “Jude,” she breathed, the hard peaks of her nipples scraping against my chest as she writhed beneath me.

“You want me?”

“Always,” she panted, shifting in the hopes the head of my cock would notch into place. “Fuck me, Jude.”

My smile grew wicked, knowing we’d entered my favorite phase of this particular game, the battle. I tsked and shook my head as I banded her wrists with my hands on either side of her head. “Now, now, Layla. Is that how you’re supposed to ask?”

She skewered me with a glare that made my dick throb with the need to sink into that addictive pussy. Precum leaked from the tip, but I somehow managed to keep from giving in. The only thing in life better than fucking Layla Fox was this game we played leading up to it.

I could see it on her face the moment she decided to switch tactics. The scowl gave way to a heated, seductive look. “Let go of my hands. I want to taste you, Jude. I want that big cock in my mouth.”

Jesus, she played dirty. And I fucking loved it.

“I know what you’re doing,” I said with a deep chuckle that vibrated up my chest. “And it’s not going to work.”

Her bottom lip poked out into a pout for just a second before she gave her hands a useless jerk, a pitiful attempt to escape. “One of these days, I’m going to beat you, you know. Then I’ll get to be in control.”

“That what you want, baby?” My voice came out thick and gravelly with desire. “You want control?”

She paused, tugging on that bottom lip with her teeth again as she silently gave that some thought. “I—” She stopped, the indecision dancing in her gaze.

“Or do you just enjoy the buildup like me, knowing I’ll give you everything you need, everything you could possibly want, and then some, once you finally give in to me?”

Her gaze took on that dazed, glassy look, her chest rattling with a shaky inhale. That was when I knew I had her, but I wanted to play a little more first.

Sitting up, I grabbed Layla by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach, hitching her hips up, so she was on her knees, legs spread wide. Taking hold of her wrists once more, I put them to the headboard and curled her fingers around the slats. “Hands to the headboard. And whatever you do, don’t let go.”

“Jude, what are you—”

“Don’t—” I pulled the lobe of her ear between my teeth and bit down gently. “Move.” She sucked in a sharp breath but did as I’d said, gripping the headboard so tightly her knuckles turned white. “What you don’t get,” I continued as I kissed my way across her shoulders. “Is that . . .” I kissed down her spine. “I may be the one in control . . .” I reached the small of her back and ran my tongue across it, eliciting a shiver from her. “But you . . .” Baring my teeth, I raked them across the tender flesh where her supple ass met her back before giving it a sharp bite before finishing, “You, princess. Well, you hold all the power every single time you let me have you.”

With that, I laid down on my back and slid my head between her spread thighs. Reaching up to grab her hips, I yanked her down onto my face as I speared my tongue into her pussy. She tasted like the sweetest honey there ever was, and as her flavor exploded in my mouth, my dick stood harder than it had ever been before.

“Oh God,Jude,” Layla cried. She went wild as I lapped at her slit, alternating between fucking her with my tongue and sucking on her clit. Her hips rocked frantically as she rode my face, chasing her release.

I opened my eyes and looked up, my view the most perfect one in all the world. I could see her rosy pink nipples pinched tight, her full tits bouncing as she moved. Her hands were still on the headboard like I’d ordered, and her head was tipped down, her gaze pinned on me, those beautiful eyes dark with lust and need.

It was a toss-up who got off on what I did to her more, her or me. I hadn’t been lying when I said she held all the power. She absolutely did. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to please her. And that feeling wasn’t restricted solely to the bedroom. Every time she smiled at me, I lost myself. Whatever I’d been thinking or saying at that moment disappeared; there was only her.

The more time I spent with her, the more I got to know this wonderful, kind, loving woman, the more I fell, spinning heel over head, until I couldn’t tell up from down. I knew the landing was going to be brutal, but I couldn’t seem to care. She just had this gift, this talent for making everything better. She made me want to be better, something I’d thought wasn’t possible. I’d been bitter and jaded, not just because of my ex, but my whole goddamn family. But somehow, I seemed to forget to be a miserable asshole whenever she was around.

“Jesus,” she panted just then. “You’re so good at this.”

I chuckled against her hot, damp flesh as I dug my fingers into her round ass and pulled her even tighter against me. She ground against my mouth, her arousal building to the point it was dripping from her. If she didn’t come soon, there was a strong possibility I’d blow my load before I even slid my dick inside her. She wasthatconsuming. Needing to move things along, I moved to that engorged bundle of nerves and sucked it hard into my mouth before scraping it with my teeth; that was all it took.

“Jude, I’m—” Her words cut off on a sharp, keening cry as her head fell back, and she shouted my name over and over as it washed over her. I didn’t let up until her whole body sagged, her muscles going lax.

I moved quickly then, guiding her down onto her back before leaning over and grabbing a condom from her bedside drawer. I ripped it open in no time and got it into place within seconds.

“I want another,” I commanded as I slid the crown of my cock into place. Then I powered into her tight, hot sheath in one brutal thrust. She sucked in a gasp as I bottomed out, giving myself just a second to revel in the way her walls clenched and spasmed around my cock. She’d come around me again in no time.

I pulled out until just the very tip of me was inside her before driving in again. Over and over, thrusting so hard, Layla’s heavy tits bounced, and the headboard banged against the wall.

“Yes,” she groaned, throwing her head back into the pillows. “God, you feel so good. I’m so full,” she breathed as those gray eyes bored into me. She planted her feet in the mattress, pressing her thighs in close to my hips, and drove herself upward, meeting me thrust for thrust as she raked her nails down my back before digging them in to hold on. “Always so good, baby.”

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