Page 83 of Fighting Mr. Knight

I’m caught in a wolf’s jaw. Exactly how I imaginedalpha wolf Caleb fromthe Red Moon Canines.I moan, digging my fingers into his back like a horny virgin mate.

Don’t stop. Never stop.

A deep groan of approval vibrates from the back of his throat into my mouth.

I don’t know who’s making what sound. Grunts. Groans.Pants. Breathing like we’ve just broken through an ice lake. I try fruitlessly to clench down on his stomach.

I shouldn’t be let loose on dating apps. I clearly have no restraint. Neither does the big bad wolf claiming me.

I’m seeing stars over a kiss.

AlthoughI’m not sure if this qualifies as kissing. There’s nothing delicate about this, there’s no gentle teasing or tongue skimming lips waiting for a response. No, this is being fucked in the mouth.

Moaning into each other’s mouths like two Neanderthals, I grind myselfto oblivion against his hard stomach.

We’re both breathing too hard to continue the kiss.

His arm fatigues under my weight. He walks us backwards until we collapse on the black leather sofa in the corner.

My knees fall on either side of him as I land on top of a very hard swollen cock in just the right spot.

He’s covered in way too much fabric. It all needs to come off.

I’m about to free him from his jeans but Jack has other plans. His hand slides around my inner thigh until he palms the slit between my legs.

“Soaking,” he saysin a ridiculously husky voice, his head tipping back onto the sofa. “You’re absolutely fucking drenched.”

His fingers graze up and down my opening with just enough pressure to teaseme but not enough to tip me over the edge. It’s delicious torture. His arrogant smirk tells me it’s not by accident.

With my skirt bunched around my waist, I’m mooning all of the financial district straddling Jack but it’s a price worth paying.

“Jack.Please.”

His thumbfinallygrazes my clit, and I’m so receptive I moan,grinding againsthis hand,begging him with my pussy.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“So wet and perfect. You feel better than I ever imagined.”He brushes my clit with his thumbin lazy controlled circles,grin solidly in place, telling me who’s boss.

“Jack,” I cry, grabbing handfuls of his hair. It must hurt.

“That’s right,darlin’,” he says roughly. “You’re going to moan my name when I make you come.”

He slips one finger deep inside me.

Oh.Yes.

A second follows, thrusting deeper this time. “First with my fingers. Then my mouth. I’m going to fucking devour you,” he growls. “Then my cock. And you’ll keep coming until I say stop.”

I agree with his excellent plan. And poem.“Yes!”

My muscles squeeze and lock around him as he fucks me with his fingers. His thumb circles my sensitive clit faster and harder, and his fingers thrust in and out of my wet heat.

Tingling sensations shoot through my body. Delicious shock waves controlling my limbs make me buck and shudder around him. I’ve lost all ability to function.

Nothing else matters except my overwhelming carnal need to come hard on his hand.

“Jack. Yes. Jack. Jack.” Random words blurt out of my mouth as he brings me so close . . . so close. “Make me come . . . I need to—”

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