Page 13 of Fighting Mr. Knight

Lucky water droplets trickle down the grooves of carved, tight, ridiculous abs, culminating in the muscled V before disappearing into a treasure trail of dark hair . . .oh fuck.

So, this isthe Jack effect.

Turns out I’m not as immune as I’d hoped.

I catch a few words as he growls at whoever is on the other end about compliance regulations and flood risks, oblivious to the perv party behind him.

Like a horny hedgehog, every hair on my peeping Tom body stands to attention. This is probably how Kate’s creepy uncle, Dom, started out.

I haven’t seen another dick but Max’s in five years. This could send me to an early grave. The weekend is in danger of turning into one wedding and a funeral.

I’m thinking with my vagina and my vagina does not appear to discriminate against assholes. My therapist never warned me about this.

Drop the towel, Jack,my traitorous vagina begs. It should be a song. Or a prayer. If a god is up there or a friendly ghost in the house, help a woman out.

Let there be a freak-of-nature gale force wind in this room.Please.

As if he is telepathic, or a past tenant of the manor is answering my prayers, he casually tugs the towel off, like he has no further need for it, so I can see every inch of his long, thick deliciousness in the full-length mirror.

Jack Knight stands as naked as the day he was born.

You can send me to hell, I’ve lived a good life.

The Knight’s jewels jut out between his legs, as arrogant and dangerous as the rest of him.

It’s beautiful.

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Jack Knight’s big dick. I’ve heard the rumours, but they don’t do it justice. That meat could keep a woman fed for a lifetime.

He spreads his large thighs wider, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and every muscle in his sculpted tight butt flexes. My knees are one flex away from buckling.

I groan inwardly.

I hope inwardly.

The two hard mounds of ass look like they would break a hand if you slapped them.He must be permanently clenching to maintain that level of tautness. I make a mental note to follow suit, there are a lot of advantages to having an ass like that.

My eyes get dragged back to his dick. And what a dick it is.A masterpiece.

Thick suck-worthy girth, length that would reach your ribs, smooth skin, not too veiny, groomed with a few stray hairs but nothing that would choke you, and a great healthy glow.

Is he semi-hard or is that how it hangs? Shockingly, it’s holding its stature with the air con blasting.

Circumcised, interesting. I only have experience with ones with helmets.

Kate said he hasn’t had a proper girlfriend in ten years. Now I understand why. It would be too much pressure for one woman to have that all to herself. A single woman couldn’t afford the gallons of lube required.

Like a simpleton, I stand pinned to the floor with my jaw hanging. I have to get out of here before he spots me.

But my brain is stuffed with cotton wool and all organs are failing except my damn clitoris.

He grumbles to the poor person on the phone about missing cranes and delayed construction works.

Meanwhile, as the horniest woman on earth, I’m in danger of bursting into flames. He must be able to hear my heart hammering through his headphones.

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