Page 60 of Brutal Knight

Connor focuses on my clit, pushing me right to the edge before he backs off. I have to clutch the sheets in my hands to stop myself from yanking at his hair. I groan every time he backs away, breathing heavily each time he starts working harder to make me come.

He’s keeping me right on the edge, like he wants to do this all night. I’d almost let him, but I can’t help the deep need I’m beginning to feel. It builds hot in my belly, reminding me that it’s been forever since I’ve allowed myself to just have exactly what I wanted.

But I’ve never had something like this, and I know I want to have everything from Connor. All that I can, all that he’ll let me.

Connor keeps working at me until finally, he lets me come, pushing me over the edge while one of his hands finds my breast, pinching my nipple. The sharp sensation stabs through the rush of the orgasm, all of it swirling around me like a hurricane.

I writhe on the sheets as it rushes through my body, trying to chase every last sensation as the ecstasy floods my veins. I don’t want to let a single drop of this go.

“That’s my good girl,” he breathes, his voice deep.

It recedes slowly, and I pant through it all, my chest heaving as I try to breathe evenly. My arms feel weak, my hands resting above my head right where Connor told me to leave them. My thighs ache a little, legs spread as far as I could get them.

I feel open and vulnerable in a way I’ve never allowed myself to be, but I don’t feel an ounce of fear.

Untangling my legs from his shoulders, Connor moves up my body, leaning over me until he can lower himself to kiss me. I’m surprised at it for a second, caught off guard by the intimacy. I know what he’s just done was intimate, but something about the kiss feels different. Almost sweet, the way a real husband would kiss his wife.

Sitting back a little, Connor pulls his shirt over his head, and I know I’m blushing hard as I watch his muscles move, his body bare before me.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice a low rasp. “Did you like that?”

I just nod. I can’t speak. How could I?

Connor kicks his pants off, and suddenly I feel like a teenager again, silly but so damn hot. I know it would be stupid to look away, but I feel so embarrassed, so exposed like this. He doesn’t have an ounce of shame or self-consciousness. He’s just there before me, completely naked.

“I love the way you taste,” he says, and I can hear the truth in his voice. “Can I make you come again? On my cock this time?”

I nod again, but he shakes his head.

“I need your words, Willow. Tell me. Do you want me to fuck you? If you say stop, this stops.”

My heart is fluttering hard, but I force my brain to function well enough to form words.

“I want it. I… please. I want you to…”

“Fuck, baby.” Connor is breathing harder too, and I take some satisfaction in knowing that I’m not the only one who’s falling apart a little. “So good. Spread your legs for me.”

God, I can feel myself getting wetter. I can’t even speak. My throat feels dry, my voice distant. I obey silently, feeling the stretch when I let my thighs part, the air cool against my skin.

Connor keeps eye contact as he leans forward, and I gasp when I feel his cock drag across my flesh, sliding through my folds. The tip of his cock presses against my clit just briefly, so lightly it’s almost imperceptible.

When he glances down at me, something flickers in his eyes, like he’s eating up each time I moan or twist on the sheets. Like he’s trying to memorize how I look and sound.

Again, just as slow as the first time, Connor drags his cock against me. It’s so hot and heavy that I can imagine what he’d feel like inside me. My mind is reeling as I think about it, but I don’t want to justthinkabout it.

I want it to happen. I want him to fill me up.

But Connor doesn’t go that far yet. He just keeps teasing me, sliding against me, not pressing enough to give me even a glimpse of what I want.

The frustration keeps building until it feels like my chest will explode from the force of my pounding heartbeat. I can’t bite back the need anymore, and there are suddenly words on my lips.

“Please,” I gasp. The word flies out without warning.

I can’t help myself. I’ve never been so desperate for anything in my life except drugs, never felt this bone-deep burning before. I’ve definitely never felt it for something so good.

And it’s consuming me. It’s drowning out all the noise of the world, all the negative thoughts and fears that usually reel in the background of my mind.

All that’s left is Connor and the way I feel beneath him.

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