“I like you like this,” he said, his voice husky and aroused. “Submitting to me. Knowing your place.” He honed in, his mouth covering my ear. “Just wait until I have my dick in you.”
“Dream on.” I said the words, but they proved to be just as rough and aroused as his own. I loved his hands on me, loved how hard and rough they were. They matched who he was to the nines.
Fuck, I really am fucked up.
I closed my eyes as he pinched my earlobe between his teeth, tugging just once. “So how much does dear old stepdad know? I told you. I own them all.”
The Reeds sure did, and tonight had proved that when I’d gone over there. I’d barely mentioned Knight and his grandpa and my stepdad was telling me about them. I gripped his wrist, hand still around my throat. “He doesn’t know anything.”
“Don’t lie to me, Greer.”
“I’m not. I swear. My mom and I just took him dinner tonight. We usually do it every week.”
“And what does she know?” His gaze panned and found me. Using my neck, he forced my head back to touch the door. “What have you told her?”
“Nothing.” True fear this time, yes, at threatening Ben but even more at my mom. She wasn’t a part of this, neither of them having anything to do with this. I shook my head. “She doesn’t know anything. I swear.”
“Swear to who, Greer?” he asked, his hand reaching up and unhooking one of my bib straps. I didn’t wear shortalls today, but a romper. The strap falling before he went to the other. “Swear to me.”
He unfastened that one too, a tug and the material fell down to my ankles. His hand reached between my legs again. Pinching me hard through my underwear.
“Knight, stop.” But I didn’t want him to stop, my arms hooking around and bracing his big back. I rode his hand and wasn’t even reluctant about it. I wanted his touch, to feel him pulsating inside me.
His nose ran down my neck as he did, and letting go of my throat, he braced my hip. “Want me to make you come, Greer?” he asked me, his voice velvet and gravelly. “Want me to show this pussy who’s in charge?”
So dirty, but the threat made me grip him harder. He picked me up, tugging my romper right off my legs and leaving my shoes on. That quick he was trying to get this done, tossing me on the bed before working his shirt off.
He was chiseled marble, perfect in all the right sections. His abs actually looked like a fucking chocolate bar, each section a clean line. I wanted to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me, grappling my hands with one fist before using the other to tear my panties clean off my body.
He balled them up, giving them a lick before stuffing them in his pocket. His eyes were completely wild, and using my own hand, he stuck them between my legs.
“Knight…” I didn’t have time to tell him I’d never done this before. Well, at least with a guy around. Whenever I pleasured myself, I’d very much been alone, but he didn’t wait around for explanation. He merely entered me with my own fingers, using his own digits to strum me, and I started to scream so loud he had to cover my mouth.
“Quiet, Dove,” he said, his tongue lapping at my lips but he didn’t kiss me. He just teased me, the one completely in control here, and he wanted me to know. He didn’t kiss me unless he wanted to, made me come because that’s what he wanted to do. I had no control here at all, my sex bucking wildly against our hands.
“So hot,” he said, and with his tongue he wet a circle over my tank top, my nipple diamond hard even through my bra. He tugged it with his teeth, actually groaning, and I scratched his back. He chuckled. “God, you’re a freak like me.”
I hadn’t thought I was before this, but here I was, fucking myself and letting him do it. My eyes rolled back, Knight taking me to the brink, and that’s when he kissed me, full on with his tongue inside my mouth. He tasted like heaven, sweet with that rough edge. He tasted like power, and I breathed in his life force, his hand pulling mine out to replace with his own.
He fucked me wildly after that, stroking in and out while his thumb flicked my clit. They matched the strokes of his tongue tasting mine, and before I knew it, I was pooling wildly around his digits.
He had me come so hard down from the high, my lips between his teeth and after he found my eyes, stared right in them.
I think for the first time.
His hand left me after that, quick before reaching over and tugging his shirt on.
I sat up, completely confused. I was naked from the waist down, lying by myself with arousal between my legs. My fingers were sticky, my own cum, and Knight barely looked at me before getting up and heading toward the door.
“Knight…” I had no idea why I’d said his name, but it’d been enough to make him stop.
He turned, his dark eyes like something from behind hell’s gates. “Clean yourself up, Greer,” he said, picking up a towel off the top of my laundry pile. He tossed it at me. “Your whore is showing a little.”
Completely frozen, I watched as he slammed the door, making me jump once again. Tears in my eyes, I did clean myself, trying not to cry as I put my clothes back on. He’d called me a
