Page 140 of Fighting Mr. Knight

When he thrusts two fingers into me to find me wet, he groans and pushes them in deeper. “So wet, just from sucking my cock.”

My pussy clenches around his fingers. I need him to literally fuck me out of my mind. To push down the guilt and dread.

“Fuck me,” I demand, jutting my hips against him. “I need you inside me right now.”

He chuckles softly and walks us both out of the shower and down the hall to my bedroom.

I think he’s going to place me on the bed. Instead, he lies back on the bed, pulling me on top of him. He clasps his hands behind his head as if he’s sunbathing but his jaw works, and I know he’s fighting for control.

“Go ahead,” he says with a lazy smile. “Sit on it. It’s yours.”

I slide my legs either side of him so that I’m straddling him. I lower myself down on his cock and let out a strangled moan.

He growls in approval but still he doesn’t touch me. “Show me how you want to ride my cock, Bonnie.”

Not a problem, happy to.

He watches through hooded eyes as I slide up and down on his cock, grinding at just the right angle to feel the familiar zings of pleasure stir and swell in my clit. Hot pressure builds at my core.

Oh. God. Yes. This is exactly what I need.

I feel each and every inch of him fill me to the hilt as I slide him in deep again and again.

His hand comes down to press gently against my stomach as his thumb caresses and works my clit. My stomach contracts at his touch and my head tips back. The pressure threatens to explode.

“So good, Jack,” I whimper. My clit feels so sensitive, it’s almost painful. “Oh God, I can’t hold it any longer. I’m. . .” My head rolls back as my body spasms and wave upon wave of tingling pleasure washes over me.

Moaning, I squeeze tightly around him in intense heavenly contractions. I feel it in every nerve, every muscle, every cell.

“Oh,fuck.” He groans as my movements become more frantic. “That’s it. I need you riding me every morning. Exactly like this.”

My pussy tightens and quivers around his dick as the orgasm explodes through me. It must send him over the edge, because in seconds he shudders and grabs my hips holding me tight in place so that I’ve no choice but to take him deep as he empties into me with one final forceful jerk.

Still inside me and with his hands claiming my hips, he looks up at me with a raw vulnerability that I never thought Jack Knight capable of.

“You make me so happy, Bonnie Casey.” His voice is thick with emotion. “I’m in love with you.” He stares at me, giving me everything he has. The look makes my heartstrings snap. “I’m so in love with you. All I want is you.”

Tears well in my eyes.

But not for the reasons he thinks.

I’m the luckiest girl in London but my luck is on an egg-timer.

33

Jack

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” Tristan’s eyes gleam as I enter through the velvet curtain. Huxley Cocktail Club is Tristan’s favourite private members’ bar.

Apparently, they pump scents into the air to make you relaxed and horny.

Sometimes I’d prefer an old man’s pub where the aroma is blue collar sweat and my choice of drink is lager or extra-strong lager.

“Leave it out, mate.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Can I take your coat, Jack?” Alexia, the hostess, runs a hand down my arm. She’s over six feet with a body perfect for modelling Victoria’s Secret’s underwear.

I should know, I’ve seen her in it.

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