“Relax, baby. Relax,” he whispered.
I let out the breath that had been trapped in my lungs and sucked in another. He was so damn big. And he was right—I could feel the tiny little tremors working my muscles around him.
“You keep milking my dick like that, sweetheart, and this is gonna have to be a two-time thing.”
“Mmmph. Good. Yes.”
He grinned down at me. “So this is what it takes for you to lose that fancy vocabulary of yours.”
“Ugh. Are you gonna talk all day or are you going to move?” I grumbled. The need was already building in me again. I wondered if Knox’s cock was some sort of magical wand that cast orgasm spells, rendering things like rally time and biological requirements non-existent.
“Look at me, Naomi,” he said.
I did as I was told.
“Goddammit, you’re beautiful. And so fucking wet for me.”
And he was rock hard for me.
That’s when he started to move. Slowly. Languidly. Sweat glistened on his skin. His jaw was set. But his hips pumped like a metronome as he glided in and out of me.
It felt like heaven. But I could tell he was holding himself back, and I wanted to give him everything he needed. Wanted him to take it.
“Don’t be gentle,” I groaned.
“Taking my time. Deal with it.”
“Knox, if you get any more blood in that appendage, it’s going to explode.”
“You’ve got an opinion on everything. Even on how I fuck you.”
“Especially on how you fuck me.”
He kissed me probably just to shut me up, but I didn’t care because when I hitched my hips higher, his thrusts came faster, went deeper. He was pushing me just past my comfort zone, making me take a little more than I was confident I could handle.
And damn if I didn’t get off on it.
He was giving me what I needed without me having to spell it out for him and break it down. Without me having to ask. Without him saying, “maybe it’s just easier if you do it yourself.”
“Come back to me, Daisy.”
I blinked, and Knox’s face came back into focus, hovering over me and looking serious. “You’re right here when I’m inside you. Nowhere else. Got me?”
I nodded. Embarrassed that I’d nearly gotten lost inside my head. He was right. How many times had I gotten so wrapped up in my plans and lists that I missed what was right in front of me? Or in this case, inside me.
To prove I was with him, I sank my nails into his shoulders and squeezed my muscles around his shaft as he drove deep.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned.
What we were doing felt so good. So right.
His chest hair tickled my puckered nipples as my heels dug into those perfect ass cheeks of his. Another orgasm was already starting to build.
It felt otherworldly good.
He felt it too. His thrusts were harder now, less controlled, and I wanted more.
“Can’t decide how I want you,” he confessed through gritted teeth. “Thought about too many ways.”
“You have?” I breathed, trying to sound surprised like I didn’t have a regular fantasy of him banging me bent over the pool table at Honky Tonk.
He nipped at my bottom lip. “Up against a wall in my office. My hand over your mouth so no one can hear me making you come. You riding me in my truck. These perfect tits in my face so I can suck you while I fuck you. On your hands and knees looking over your shoulder while I work you from behind.”
Okay, those were pretty good.
My breasts felt heavy, swollen. Every nerve ending in my body was lighting up. And those ab muscles I thought I’d torn with my first orgasm were tensing again.
“Fuck, baby. You just keep getting tighter.”
I could feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his arousal as he drove into me. Again and again, he rammed himself home. Euphoria filled my head like a fog.
His muscles were taut under my fingers. We were both shaking. I was going to come with him inside me and never be the same again. He forced a hand between us and cupped my breast, my greedy nipple pebbling against his palm.
“Take it all, baby.”
And I did, opening as wide as I could and holding on for dear life as he drove me over the edge.
He didn’t ease me into the orgasm—he detonated it. It shot through me like high voltage, making me tremble from head to toe. I buried my face in his neck and screamed.
“Ah, fuck. Fuck!”
I opened my eyes to find him powering into me, eyes half-closed. All vestiges of control snapped.
I felt his erection swell inside me as he grunted on the next thrust and the next. I was still coming when he jerked inside me, letting out a guttural shout of triumph. He buried himself deep and held there. Our bodies aligned, releases synchronizing. With every wrenching pulse of his erection, my muscles gripped him tighter.