Page 127 of Deviant Knight (Knight's Ridge Empire 4)

“You don’t deserve it,” I tell her. Although the words might be true, it doesn’t stop me from following her orders.

She laughs darkly. “After all the shit you’ve pulled, I more than deserve this, arsehole.”

Skimming my hand down her back until I find where we’re joined, I drag some of her juices over her arse and press one finger against her tight hole.

“Oh, Hellcat. That can certainly be arranged.”

Her eyes widen in shock, her lips forming a little O as I push harder against her tight muscle.

“Anyone taken your arse before?”

She shakes her head slightly as my finger goes a little deeper.

Her pussy contracts around me and I start moving faster.

“Good. It’s going to be mine, too.”

My other hand finds her breasts, palming them roughly and pinching her nipples as I fuck both her holes.

She writhes against the sofa cushion.

“You gonna come for me again, Em?”

She nods in a rush. “Yes, yes,” she cries.

“Want more?”

But before she can answer this time, my hand slides up until I’ve got her throat in a tight grip, cutting off her airway enough to make her head spin as my hips pick up speed and my finger slides deeper into her ass.

“Fuck. Theo,” she cries, her back arched as she gasps for breath. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. Keep going.”

My cock swells as she clamps down, her release imminent, and I know that I’m not going to be able to hold off this time, no matter how much I might want to keep this going all fucking night.

The second her release slams into her and she tenses, I fall right along with her, my cock jerking violently, filling her with hot ropes of cum.

“Emmie,” I groan as I drown in what must be the most powerful release I’ve ever experienced.

My entire body trembles by the time I come down, my softening cock slipping from her cunt.

“Holy shit,” Emmie gasps, sucking in huge lungfuls of air when I release her throat and sit back on my haunches.

The sight of my cum slipping from her body spurs me into action and I push two fingers back inside her.

“What the hell… shit,” she cries.

“Sensitive?”

“Jesus. Fuck.” She falls lax on the sofa, her arm hanging off the side as I slowly finger fuck her while pushing my cum back inside.

“T-Theo, I c-c-can’t—”

“Wanna fucking bet?”

Pushing her further onto the sofa, I spread her legs wide and lick up the length of her cunt, tasting our mixed pleasure.

“Oh God,” she moans, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me. “That’s hot. Can you taste yourself?”

“Mmm,” I agree with a moan that makes her shudder. “I can taste us. Fucking delicious.”