Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 106090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Knox, please,” I beg in a mere whisper. “I need you.”
That’s all it takes. With a growl, he surges forward, filling me in one swift, powerful thrust. I bite my lip to stifle a cry, my body arching as he stretches me, the sensation bordering on too much but exactly what I crave. His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me steady as he pulls back slowly, only to drive in again, deeper this time.
I watch us in the mirror, my reflection a mess of flushed skin and wild eyes, his body towering behind me, every muscle tensed and gleaming with a sheen of sweat. He’s relentless, setting a rhythm that’s hard and unyielding, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge. My breaths come in short, ragged gasps, and I grip the sink tighter, my knuckles turning white.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he hisses against my shoulder. One of his hands slides up my back, tangling in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to expose my neck. He bites down lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make me whimper, the mix of pain and pleasure igniting something submissive inside me.
Knox knows exactly how to pull the good girl out of me.
I push back against him, meeting his movements, our bodies slick and synchronized in this heated dance. The steam from the shower still lingers in the air, making everything feel hazy and dreamlike, but the feel of him inside me is sharp, real, overwhelming. Pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with every thrust, and I know I’m close, so damn close.
“Knox,” I gasp in barely a whisper, afraid that if I speak any louder, Liam might hear through the door. But Knox doesn’t slow down; if anything, he drives harder, his free hand slipping around to the front, fingers finding my clit. He circles it with expert skill, the added stimulation sending sparks shooting through me.
I bite down on my lower lip, hard enough to taste copper if that’s what it takes to remain silent. My body trembles, caught in the delicious torment of his touch, his thrusts growing more urgent, more possessive. In the mirror, our eyes lock again, and I see the hunger in his gaze, mirrored by my own desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, trickling down his temple, and I want to lick it off, taste every part of him.
The coil inside me tightens unbearably, and I feel myself teetering on the brink. “I’m . . . I’m going to . . .” I manage to get out, but he silences me with a rough kiss over my shoulder, his mouth claiming mine awkwardly from behind, all teeth and tongue and heat.
“Come for me,” he orders against my lips, his voice a gravelly command that pushes me right over. The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my inner walls clenching around him, pulling him deeper as pleasure radiates from my core. I shudder violently, my knees weakening, but he holds me up, his strong arms wrapping around my waist to keep me from collapsing.
“That’s my pretty girl. Milk my cock.”
He doesn’t stop, riding out my climax with a few more deep thrusts before his own release hits. A low groan escapes him, vibrating against my back, and I feel him pulse inside me, filling the condom as his body tenses and then relaxes against mine. We’re both panting, the bathroom air thick with the scent of sex and steam, our reflections blurred in the mirror now.
For a moment, we stay like that, connected, his forehead resting on my shoulder, his breath hot on my skin. I reach back, threading my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer if that’s even possible. The doubt from earlier tugs at me—Liam just outside, unknowing . . . or maybe he knows exactly what’s happening—but right now, in this haze of afterglow, it feels distant, unimportant . . . my past.
Knox pulls out, disposing of the condom quickly before turning me around to face him. He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the remnants of my tears—tears I didn’t even realize I’d shed from the intensity. “You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now, almost tender.
I nod, my smile still a little dazed. “More than okay.”
He kisses my forehead, a gesture so tender it almost undoes me more than the sex did. Then he hands me the towel from the floor, and we both take a moment to make ourselves presentable. As presentable as two people can look after fucking in a bathroom while a third person waited outside.
Knox opens the door first. I follow behind him, my wet hair dripping down my back, my skin still flushed.
Liam is sitting on the couch, a book open in his lap. He doesn’t look up right away. Just lets us stand there for a moment, marinating in the silence.