Page 110 of Fighting Mr. Knight

“See what you do to me? I’ve been obsessing about you since the wedding. I’m dying to be inside of you.”

Long before the wedding, if I’m honest, but I don’t want to scare her off.

Her hand tightens around my cock in response. “Yes, Jack,” she whimpers. “Please. I need it. Now.”

I palm her slit and thrust two fingers into her. She’s soaked.

Her ass lifts off the bed so her beautiful wet cunt can ride my fingers harder.

Removing my fingers, I sit up and grab my wallet from my trousers.

“No,” she moans. “Don’t stop.”

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckle, sheathing myself up. “Ready?” I growl. “As soon as I start, I can’t be gentle. I’ll make love to you all night but not this time. This time is going to be a hard and fast fuck.”

“Please,” she moans, spreading her legs wide for me as I come down on top of her, holding my weight with my arms. “I need you inside me right now.”

Fuck, she’s so ready. Her breathing comes in shallow bursts. Her mouth hangs open as she curls her back, dying for attention.

I line myself up at her opening and thrust hard inside her.

A deep rumble vibrates from my throat as nerve sensations spring to life up and down my cock.

Damn,she feels amazing.

She yelps and I will myself to stay still for a second as she adjusts to my size.

When she lets out a breath, I pull out and slam into her with another deep thrust.

“Bonnie.Fuck,”I say as she clenches around me. “You. Feel. So. Good.”

I suck in a harsh breath. I’m not going to last here.

I thrust in and out of her sweet tight wetness, grunting against her lips.

Feeling every quiver of her muscles clamping around my cock.

Owning my cock.

Owning me.

Each thrust makes those beautiful breasts jiggle. I can’t get enough. It’s wet and messy and carnal.

She’s so needy too. Clamping around me with her heels digging into my butt and her fingers clawing my back, she moans every time I fill her to the hilt.

I could come listening to those soft feminine whimpers alone.

“Jack,” she cries. “I’m close, Jack.”

Everything about this woman is going to break me. How my name rolls off her tongue in desperate cries again and again. That look she gives me that tells me I’m the only man that can make her come like this. The feel of her pulse quickening when I touch her. Her scent, her touch, her breath. Everything is fucking intoxicating.

“Do you hear that, sweetheart?” I breathe against her as the slapping sound of our bodies joining intensifies. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”

I hitch her hip up so I can drive in deeper. Harder. Making sure I hit her clit with every thrust.

“Oh my God, Jack,” she blurts out. “This feels so good. I want you inside me forever.”

She gasps. “I didn’t mean—”

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