Page 61 of Brutal Knight

“Please,” I say again. “I need you.”

It’s like I’ve said the magic words. Connor finally gives in, lining up and plunging inside me.

Immediately, I feel the stretch, a shock that has me temporarily blinded. He’s bigger than Dmitri was, but even the slight discomfort of accommodating his size is overwhelmed by the way it feels so good to finally have him inside me, hot and thick and perfectly real. I can’t think of anything else that’s ever felt this amazing.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.

He moves slowly, dragging out and then sliding back inside so painfully slow that I almost can’t think. Every inch is torturous, and I can’t even tell if my heart is beating anymore or if it’s gone off the radar.

All I can do is fist the sheets, holding on as Connor goes deep and deliberate, filling me entirely before pulling out again. It’s so slow that I almost don’t find a rhythm at first.

But the feeling of his cock inside me is too good. Connor pulls out, and I reach for him without thinking, nails biting into him as I grab his hips and try to pull him back inside me.

His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring.

“Do you want this?” he demands, clearly wanting to hear me say it again. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

He groans, his control slipping a little as he drives into me harder this time.

The impact makes me moan. I hold on to Connor as he keeps going, slow and steady, working to make me just as crazy as when he had his tongue on my clit. I know he’s doing this on purpose, that he wants me to revel in every second of it.

We move like that for what feels like forever, until I can’t hold back the building tidal wave inside me. I come for the second time today when he fills me, his cock all the way inside, pressing something deep within me. I can feel my walls tighten around him, and I cry out, each wave of the orgasm making me shudder.

The darkness in Connor’s eyes deepens. I know it’s not danger I see in him but desire, thick and deep.

“You come so beautifully,” he murmurs.

“Only for you,” I breathe, because it’s true.

Those words seem to snap something between us, and he freezes, his muscles tense.

“I want to make you come again. I want to fuck you hard. Can you take it?”

My stomach flutters, nerves filling me, but there’s no hesitation in my answer.

“I can take it. I can takeyou.”

“That’s right you can. Fucking hell, Willow.”

Without another word, he starts to do just what he said, driving into me hard and fast.

It’s not what it was before, not slow or restrained. But it’s just as good, in a different way. He slams into me with more force, and I arch off the bed, a gasp on my lips. Even with two orgasms already behind me, I can feel pleasure mounting in my body again. It’s different this time, burning.

“So good. Let go for me, baby. Come for me one more time. Keep your eyes on me and come for me.”

“Yes,” I pant out, unable to say anything else. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Connor slams into me over and over, hips jerking as he fucks me into the bed. I barely hold on when he finishes inside me, grinding his hips against mine with a groan that I can feel vibrating in my body.

I fall over the edge just after him, feeling every pulse of his cock as he empties himself inside me. It overwhelms me all over again, a tidal wave of sensations and emotions I’ve never really felt before.

And then it ends, the waves ebbing as the pleasure seeps away just a little at a time. Connor lowers himself, his body firm and warm on mine, and I shut my eyes.

Oh my god.

I can hardly believe any of that just happened. Even though I can still feel the thickness of Connor’s cock inside me, some part of me expects to wake up from a dream and realize my imagination fabricated all of it.

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