Chapter 114 Spread Wide And Fucked Harder.
Chapter 114 Spread Wide And Fucked Harder.
Emma
I step out from the bathroom, with a towel around my wet body.
Drops of water from my hair find their way down my neck, across my collarbone, and between my breasts.
The bedroom is dark, with only the bedside light providing a small, warm, golden circle on the floor.
After the long, hot shower, I want nothing but peace and to be alone.
Instead, I freeze in place.
Knox is sitting on the foot of my bed, legs crossed, suit jacket already hung on the armchair by the far wall. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, forearms muscular and bronzed.
He appears completely relaxed, as though this is not just his room but his space. A lazy, knowing smile curves his lips the moment our eyes meet.
My heart slams against my ribs. Anger flares hot.
“What are you doing in my room?” My voice is louder than intended, laced with anger.
He slowly uncrosses his legs and takes a black gift bag next to his side on the bed. He pulls out a dress, deep crimson silk that picks up the lamplight and glows like liquid fire.
The neckline drops down, the slit goes high up one leg. It’s bold, expensive, impossible to ignore.
“I have a little surprise for you,” he says, voice a soft purr. “The product launch is in two days. I want my baby in a way that makes her stand out.”
I glare at him, warmth flooding my cheeks. “I don\`t want your gift. And I am not your baby. We’ve been over this, Knox. You and I can’t keep doing this. It’s wrong. It has to end.”
“Really?” He chuckles, dark and intimate in the quiet room. “Yet every time I touch you, you respond. You spread your legs for me. You moan my name. I know you want it just as badly as I do.”
The cold air meets my wet skin and I shiver.
His words awaken something deep inside me that clenches and pines for his touch.
I close my eyes for a moment, trying to blot out his face, then I open them again. “You need to get out. Now. What if she comes in and finds us like this?”
“She’s not here,” he says, his voice is calm, almost gentle. “I looked in the garage. Her car’s gone. She won’t be back for hours.”
He rises, straightening his lanky frame with that effortless confidence which makes my stomach turn.
Then he comes toward me, gradually narrowing the gap between us until I can smell his cologne.
“I just want to be with you.” He winks, slow and teasing."A quickie won’t be bad.”
I want to wipe that smug expression off his face.
He reaches me. His arms wrap around my waist with strength, pulling me tightly to his chest. His body heat radiates through the fabric of his shirt, making me forget how cold I am.
He tilts his head down and kisses my cheek tenderly, then my jaw, leaving slow kisses along the sensitive curve of my neck.
I fight to remain stiff but pleasure ignites low in my stomach.
"Just give me what I want," he murmurs against my skin, lips skimming my earlobe. "And we'll all be very happy."
I feel tiny and powerless under his glare. My hands dangle helplessly at my sides. I can't push him away.
His fingers catch the folded fabric of the towel. One soft pull, and it unwinds, falling to the floor.
Cold air blows on my bare skin. My nipples harden immediately.
As I stood completely naked before him. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it.
Knox steps back to look at me. His gaze lingers slowly, down my throat, over the curve of my breasts, down past the bottom of my stomach, and in between my legs.
Raw hunger flashes in his eyes. “You’re incredible,” he breathes.
He pulls me back to him again. His mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is soft at first, almost tentative, before becoming deep and urgent.
His tongue glides over mine and which tastes of whiskey and want. I kiss him back, despite all the sense in the world telling me not to.
My hands move at last, I grab the front of his shirt with two hands and yank him in close, I want more.
He leads me backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress. I sit. He kneels between my legs, which are spread, his hands traveling leisurely up my sides.
He lifts my breasts in his hands, thumbs moving over my nipples in slow circles. I inhale sharply against his lips, the feeling going straight to my core.
“Knox…”
“Shh.” His lips are now trailing down my neck, hot, wet, and then they close over a nipple. He licks softly initially, then forcefully, flicking his tongue.
Pleasure surges through me. I arch into him, fingers running through his thick hair.
He moves to the other breast, giving it equal attention.
One hand glides lower, he slides one hand between my legs. His fingers find my already slick pussy.
He growls. “You’re always so wet for me.”
His two fingers thrust into me. I moan, hips moving forward on instinct. He curls them, stroking that perfect place inside me, again and again.
His thumb circles my clit in slow, perfect circles. Heat coils tighter around me.
I tug at his shirt. “Take it off,” I breathe out.
He chuckles, his mouth pressed against my skin, then he stands and removes his clothes swiftly.
His shirt buttons popping, belt jingling. And his pants and boxers falling down.
His thick cock springs free, the tip already glistening with pre cum. My mouth waters. I grab him, wrap my fingers around the base and stroke slowly and firmly.
He grunts, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
He shoves me back so I'm flat on the bed. He climbs on top of me and positions himself between my legs. The blunt head of him bumps against my opening. I raise my hips, longing for him.
“Slow,” he whispers. “Let me see every inch of it.”
He goes in with one long, firm stroke. I stretch around him. We both groan in pleasure.
Then he begins to fuck me. Long, deep strokes, then pulling out and then going back in.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels pressing into his back as I urge him deeper.
Our bodies made their own rhythm, skin slapping hard, breaths mingling, and sweat slicking between us.
He thrusts becomes rough and faster.
My nails scrape his back.
Pleasure surges through me. “I’m close, so close,” I moan. “Knox, please—”
“Come for me,” he growls into my ear. His hand slides between us, thumb massaging my clit in tight, quick circles.
I shatter. My whole body locks, then convulses. Waves of pleasure break through me, pulling a cry from my throat.
He keeps thrusting until I’m shaking, and I feel boneless.
He comes seconds later. One last, hard snap of his hips. He groans my name roughly. Warmth floods through me.
Then he collapses on me, heavy, face buried in my neck.
We remain tangled, sweaty and panting, our hearts beating in sync.
Then, out there, the honking of a car breaks the silence.
My eyes snap open.
Knox tenses over me, his body going stiff.