Page 86 of Knot My MC
“I’m starting to understand,” I whisper as his hands run over my thighs, stroking around to the backs so he can carefully lift them and hook my knees over his shoulders. His hands find my hips and he yanks me down the mattress, burying himself between my legs without another word.
But he doesn’t need to speak. Knox reminds me how much he misses me with teasing licks and tentative nibbles, tasting me like I’m something to be savored. He runs the flat of his tongue over my cunt, and I arch to meet him, clamping my thighs around his scruffy face. I rock my hips, gently guiding him. He slips two fingers inside of me, and I gasp, grabbing his hair at the sudden pressure. He hums again, the vibration tickling. He moves back enough to say, “That’s it, Angel. Use me. Fuck my face.”
Then his mouth is all over me. I leverage the hold on his hair and lift my hips to meet his eager tongue, grinding into his mouth. His fingers curl inside of me, gliding over that sensitive spot before pressing down. My clit pulses and I pant, chest heaving as I do exactly as he said. I use him until my toes curl and my back lifts off the bed. My grip on his hair loosens, and I sink onto the mattress, but he doesn’t stop. Knox follows me down, licking and teasing and sucking until I shout his name and my mind goes blank. Slick coats my thighs and his face, but Knox doesn’t give a damn.
He cleans me with his tongue, and I prop myself up on my elbows, watching as he savors every drop of my orgasm before sitting back on his heels and sucking his fingers clean. I flush as he holds my gaze, and his lips pull into a self-satisfied smile. He grabs my throat and pulls me in for a rough kiss, nipping my lip and whispering, “I’m not done yet.”
Standing, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom, kissing and teasing me the whole way. I reach around him to start the shower and he smacks my ass before taking two handfuls and spreading my cheeks.
I arch into his touch and test the water. It’s warm enough now, but I’m not sure I’m ready to get in. As if sensing my hesitation, Knox spins me around. He moves so fast my hands drop to the counter on instinct to keep myself from falling over. I meet his gaze in the mirror as he runs his cock through my pussy.
“We have plenty of time.” Then he thrusts into my slick heat, sheathing himself fully inside of me with a soft growl.
“Fuck,” I rasp, gripping the edge of the granite.
“That’s it.” He pulls all the way out and slams into me again. My breasts swing from the force of it, but his eyes hold mine.
My walls clamp around him as he eases out of me, trying to keep him where he is, but I’m not in control here. Knox is, and when he jerks into me again, his thick cock hits deep inside of me, stealing my breath. He’s so big and long. Slick coats his length, and my pussy stretches to accommodate him in the most delicious way. Every time he slams against that spot, my legs threaten to give out.
“I can’t,” I finally moan, dropping to my elbows and letting my head fall. “I can’t.”
He grabs a handful of my hair and wrenches my head up, forcing me to look in the mirror. “You can take it, Angel.” He thrusts into me, pulling my hair a little harder. “Good.”
“Oh god,” I gasp as he begins to drive into me, his hips slapping against my ass. He takes me hard and fast, and all I can do is hang onto the counter and watch as he destroys me. “Fuck,Knox.”
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Knox,” I rasp.
He growls and goes even harder, holding my hair and making me watch as he fucks me like a man untamed.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he says on a pant. His cock jerks inside of me. He slips one hand around my body and presses on my clit. “Let me hear you come.”
“I ca—” I break off in a scream, and he purrs, swirling his finger over the throbbing bundle of nerves before sheathing himself fully inside of me with a growl. His knot swells and his grip on my hair loosens as he comes down on top of me, wrapping me in his arms while he continues to pump into me from behind, filling me with every last drop of cum he has to offer.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
KIKI
Knox is fast asleep when I wake up the next morning. Crow and Jag never came back but that’s probably because Knox kept me busy for most of the night. Knowing I won’t be able to go back to sleep, I ease off the bed and tug on Knox’s shirt before tip-toeing out of the room. Coffee scented air greets me. I head to the kitchen and find the guys at the table, talking about some business with the McGraths.
They both get up when they see me.
“Morning.” I give them a lazy grin. “Sleep well?”
“Probably better than you,” Jag teases. “Is Knox still asleep?”
“Yeah. He’s snoring.” I grab a glass from the cabinet and fill it with water. The guys join me near the sink, both of them pressing in on either side of me. Their scents wrap around me, and I sigh. They smell so good.
Crow fiddles with the edge of my shirt. “It isn’t fair he got to spend the whole night with you.”
“Are you pouting?” I ask with a laugh. “You didn’t have to leave, you know. I don’t think he would have forced you out of the room.”
His hand slips beneath the fabric, and his rough palm coasts up my stomach, stopping and teasing right below my breasts. “Maybe not, but he needed that time.”
Jag runs a finger up my thigh. “And we don’t mind waiting or sharing.”
