A Night With Knox (10 page)

“I
want—” She
gulps deeply, all the playfulness gone out of her now, replaced with
fierce need, and speaks between pants. “I
want you. Inside me.”

I
let her take a little more, and she releases another low, vibrating
moan.

“Tell
me,” I command.

Her
eyes narrow, the pupils dilated. “I
want your dick.”

“Again.”

“I
want your big, hard dick. All of it. Right now.”

I
adjust my grip on her ass to let her take my full length and she
slides down onto it, her moans turning into squeals of helpless
delight. She bounces like she’s
riding a horse, her body taking over, moving up and down on my cock
according to the thousands of sweet sensations that emanate from our
connection. I let her get her fill for a few minutes and then take
charge, grabbing her ponytail in my fist and pulling her head back.

“Don’t
move,” I say. I ease
out of her slowly and she whimpers in protest.

“Wh—”

With
no warning I slam back into her, both of us groaning as I plunge into
the depths of her tight, hot sweetness. Then I hold her steady and
fuck her with everything I’ve
got, turning in a performance worthy of a major award. As we find our
rhythm she convulses and sways like a girl possessed, whispering
obscenities and encouragement in between her moans. I run my tongue
up the tender spots between her breasts, pumping with all the
determination of a champion racehorse. I focus on the sensations
radiating from my dick, finding a oneness with the zen of the energy
building between us. My hands stroke the curve of her thighs as she
bucks wildly on me, matching my power with every harder, deeper
thrust.

When
she comes there’s no
missing it. She throws her body forward onto me with a desperate cry,
head over my shoulder, hands clawing against my back as I keep on
gliding in and out, relentless, relishing the convulsions shuddering
around my cock. Her stomach curves in and out like a booming
subwoofer, the orgasm washing over her like sea waves.

I
let myself feel the pressure of her pussy, the softness of her
breasts, the tightness of her thighs around my waist, and let go of
the tension I’ve
been clutching since she first touched me. I cum in a hard, pounding
rush as she’s
letting out the last, gentle moans of a hard fuck. The long breaths
of someone returning to their senses.

“Did
your research find I’m
worthy of my reputation?” I
ask after a few moments, blinking myself back to reality as the blood
returns to my head.

“That
and more.”

A
minute later I’m
helping her pull those tight pants up the last few inches of her
gut-punchingly good ass. I take my time – it’s
good enough to make me consider another round already. She turns
around and puts a hand against my cheek.

“How
about coming back to mine?”

I
glance at her with an apologetic shake of the head as I lace up my
shoes. “Sorry. I’m
heading out to meet a friend tonight.”

She
leans up against the door. “Aren’t
you tired? All that bench-pressing...I could give you that massage I
promised.”

“I
tend to make bad decisions when I’m
tired.”

“Not
going home with me is a
very
bad decision,” she
says, her voice loaded with promises.

“I’m
sure it is,” I say,
drawing close to her and opening the door a little.

She
steps aside, an expression that says ‘your
loss’ written all
over her face. “You
know…”

I
pause and turn back toward her. “Yeah?”

“You
might want to consider fucking the other half of my class.”

“Why’s
that?”

“I
really think it’d
help them, you know, balance their chi. Give them a better feel for
that whole mind-body connection.”

“I’ll
take it under consideration,” I
grin, breezing out the door. Like I need any encouragement.

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To
my favorite girls – Kendra,
Liz, Hilary and Samantha –
I keep
looking for a word that describes how I feel about your support.
Thank you just doesn’t
seem big enough. As soon as I find it, you will hear me shout it from
the roof tops.

To
The Gossip Girls –
Thank
you so much for taking on Knox, and help me get him out into the
world. You girls simply ROCK.

To
my publicist Jenn Watson – There
is no way I could navigate through this world without you. Thank you
for your guidance, advice and always holding my hand. But most of
all, thank you for your friendship … love you Jenn xx

To
my husband who reminds me every night, that getting to first base is
still the most important one.

To
my kids – I
love you and I will be sure that Santa knows just how amazing you two
were while I was writing Knox.