Page 40 of One Bad Knight
Knowing the house was empty, I let myself groan and be as loud as I wanted when he entered me, stretching me beyond what I thought I could take. Then he pounded into me with abandon until I was full on screaming, legs up around my head. My orgasm ripped through me, blasting my insides with hot fireworks that made my back arch.
“That’s my good girl. Fucking cum all over this dick,” he groaned, still rocking his hips into me.
It wasn’t enough. Another part of me felt empty, and it was all his fault.
“How dare you do this to me?” I rasped. Little pinpricks of feeling still lit up inside of me as my orgasm waned.
Gatsby stilled, shooting me a wary look. “Do what?”
“How dare you pull this jealousy bullshit on me after being away for so long.” I rocked on his cock, the smoldering heap of coal in my belly began to spark again, but I hungered for something filthy and wrong.
He leaned down and nuzzled into my neck while gripping my hips. “No one can touch you. It drives me crazy and you knew that. You want to push me over the edge, because you know how much fucking power you have over me. How I’d fall on my knees in front of you and do any fucking thing you asked.”
His words emboldened me further. I continued my shallow rocking, my arousal wiggling and insistent for something so terribly specific. “I want to make you as crazy as you make me. How dare you turn my life upside down. How dare you make me want such filthy, naughty things.”
My own wetness dripped generously, running down the crease of my backside. I grabbed his thick, beautiful cock and directed it to where I wanted it most. To where he'd left an invisible imprint with his tongue from before. I used the head of velvet steel to spread the evidence of my desire. His eyebrows quirked before a positively wicked grin spread across his face.
“Does my filthy girl want more of me in her tight little asshole?”
It was so vulgar. So unthinkable. Yet, my skin screamed in pleasure at his suggestion.
“Yes,” I breathlessly confessed.
He took over, pushing my hand aside, running his hard dick up and down my sex, before pressing it into my swollen clit. I whimpered in discontent until his fingers rubbed around my second, puckered entrance.
Wonder and awe laced his words. “I thought I could scare you with how much I wanted you. If you knew I wanted to devour you, you would send me away and we’d both be safe.”
“Didn’t that just backfire?” I said, my voice hitching as his finger dipped inside me. I panted, my nipples hardening into painful points. But the wetness allowed his digit to slide in and out easily. A second finger joined the first. As he opened me up, he slapped his cock against my clit creating jolts of sensation and making my pussy clench.
“That’s it, princess, take my fingers into that tight little hole.” His hand rocked into me, evoking a completely new friction in me.
“I’m not a princess,” I retorted even as fire licked me up from inside. My legs were up in the air and spread wide, his free hand holding up one of my shaking thighs.
Then his fingers disappeared and I felt the head of his mushroom head press against my virgin opening, to the place I needed him most. It was so wrong, but I needed it so bad.
“You are a princess,” he said through gritted teeth as he eased into me with shallow thrusts, pushing against my tight muscles. One of my legs fell fully to the side as he gripped the other ankle, moving it to create just the right angle to sink into me. I sucked in a sharp breath as pain began to crowd out my desire. Sweat broke out all over my body as I worked to take him in, even as he moved slowly. Gatsby moved my fingers to cover my aching bud, encouraging me to find my pleasure.
Gatsby continued to talk, saying the most deliciously dirty things. “You are a princess because it’s the only explanation for why I always want to fall to my knees and worship you until you’ve had your fill. Whether it’s fucking your pretty little slit or by shoving this dick into your tight, hot asshole. Baby, I want to bend you over every surface so I can lick you from that dripping cunt to that puckered backside of yours. Only a princess could possess a pussy this good. A pussy worth killing over.”
Between rubbing my own clit in that perfect spot, and his dirty words, the pain receded until I relaxed, taking in the entire head. Even with only his tip inside, I’d never felt so full, so naughty, but so good.
He sped up as he slid a little deeper into me, creating an unfamiliar pressure, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.
I came screaming, sweat pouring off me, muscles shaking.
“Fuck,” he roared as his hips stalled, filling me with warm liquid.
When we came to, a sweaty heap on my bed—the sheets and duvet were a tangled mess on the floor. I swiped a hand along my forehead.
He only got up to grab a towel from my bathroom, to reverently clean me up before falling back on the bed again.
Holy sweet baby goats. That had been so fucking intense.
“Are you okay?” he asked, half-sitting up, concern marring his brow.
“Yeah,” I assured him, still out of breath somehow. “That was… intense.”
Assured I was fine, he leaned back and covered his eyes with a hand, still recovering. “I’ll fuckin’ say.”