The Knight (Stolen Duet 2)

I watched, dazed, as he took my legs and bent me in half, tilting my hips up until my knees were level with the top of my head, and my pussy was open to him as an offering.

“Angel?”

His eyes found mine through the small gap between my knees. “Don’t think.” His voice was thick with desire. “Just take, Sprite. Take it all.”

His head lowered, and then I felt nothing but his lips and tongue and the burning need to come. I bit my lip to keep my cries from escaping. He’d given me power by letting me take pleasure from him, but when his tongue slid inside me, and his fingers pressed against my clit, all I wanted to do was submit. The hungry sounds he made as he ate me, and the feel of his fingers digging into my ass, heightened my pleasure until I came. Hard. Silent. It seemed to last forever.

I was weak and breathless as he unfolded my legs and gently flipped me on my stomach. “Angel?”

“Shh… it’s my turn.” I looked back to see him rising from the bed and sliding his sweatpants the rest of the way down his legs. “Have you ever had your ass taken?”

“You know I haven’t.”

“I just needed to hear you say I’m the first.” I was distracted by the curve of his muscular ass when he turned and opened the top drawer of the nightstand.

“You are?” I asked absently. My hips pressed into the bed.

“Yeah.” He pulled out a clear bottle and tossed it on the bed beside me. I read the label and bit down on my lip at the implication. Sensing my unease, he ran his hand down my spine. “We’ll go as slow as you like.” His hand then skimmed over my ass, curved over my thigh, and spread my legs.

“I—I trust you.”

“I know you do.” He covered my body with his and slid inside me.

My body tensed as he filled me since I still wasn’t used to his size. He shoved his fingers in my hair and turned my head before seizing my lips and sliding deeper. When he ended the kiss, I weakly fell to the bed.

“Relax.” After tilting my hips, and arching my back, he then reached out to grip the headboard. “I belong to you. You don’t need to be afraid of me.” I wasn’t able to suppress my cry when he pulled back and slid inside me again. “Quiet, Sprite. You’ll wake our son.”

My whimper spurred him until he thrust into me deeply, over and over. I was reduced to biting the sheets to bury my cries as his body overpowered mine.

I was tipping over the edge of the world when I felt his finger, gentle and wet from the lube, entering my ass. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” His voice was husky and teasing. He never stopped moving inside me.

I cried out when words weren’t possible. He pressed another finger inside me and growled, “Come on my dick, Sprite. I need to feel it.”

“Oh, God!” I screamed as I came, momentarily forgetting my baby sleeping five feet away. The sensation of his fingers in my ass while he fucked me had me coming harder than ever.

I heard his grunt as he slid from my body. I was still breathing hard when I felt the head of his cock, slick from my release, pressing against my ass. “Stay relaxed, and I promise to make you come again.” He punctuated his words by gripping my hip and guiding his cock head inside me.

I couldn’t hide the fact that it hurt like hell the deeper he pressed. I clawed at the sheets while he whispered sweet nothings. I was near to begging him to stop when he finally bottomed out. He didn’t move as he praised what a good girl I was and how good I felt.

“You’re so tight, Sprite. I’m not going to last.”

“You fill me so full.”

He pulled back and then gently reentered me. “No one will ever fill you like I do.”

He slid in and out easily until I was panting and pressing against him for more. I could feel his control slipping when his fingers found my clit and mercilessly forced me to come again. He dragged my limp body down the mattress by my ankle and bent me over the foot of the bed.

“Grab onto the bed and don’t let go. If you let go, I’ll stop. If you want me to stop, let go. Understand?”

I nodded, and the moment my fingers touched the sheets, he entered me again without the gentleness from before. My cry mingled with his grunt as his chest pressed against my back, and his strong hand gripped my nape. Holding me in place, he used me for his pleasure. I strained to breathe as he pushed my nose and opened mouth deeper into the bedding, strained to get him deeper inside as he moved with practiced grace, strained to come as I moved my hips back all the while struggling for the air he denied me.