Page 102 of Knox Unleashed
“Ready yourself,” he says, gripping my underwear out of the way before lining his cock up against my entrance.
And then, he thrusts into me so hard that I fall forwards, my face almost hitting the dirt, but I dig my hands in hard and stay upright.
“Fuck,” Knox roars with such a primal force, I feel his desire for me deep in my bones.
The world narrows in around us. To the way his fingers dig into my hips as he forces himself inside me. He’s too big to slide in with one thrust, but God knows he tries. And I love that he isn’t treating me like I’m glass.
The urgency to unleash himself is so great, I’m almost second in the pursuit of what he’s chasing. I’m just the body he’s fucking, and it’s…liberating.
I place my forehead down on hands clutched in prayer.
Knox releases my hips once he’s buried deep inside, and knuckles first, he plants his hands on either side of my head. “Look at you, lettin’ me take you out here like this. Dirt under your knees like you were made for it.”
His lips are close to my ear, whispered, like the trees might overhear.
I turn my head slightly so he can kiss my jaw. “Imagine it, Maren,” he says, his thrusts acting as punctuation. “You, fucking pregnant with a kid conceived right here. Will you kneel for me like this, then? Let me hold your stomach with reverence while I fuck you raw? Reckon we’d make something wild together.”
“Knox,” I cry out as the image he creates takes hold.
One of his hands slips to my flat stomach, holding me firmly as he fucks me. God, the man is strong, to hold himself in this position and fuck me like he is.
“You want that with me, Maren? You want to run barefoot through these trees, your hair a little wild, so I can catch you and give you that? Fill you with my cum and make something wonderful.”
“Yes,” I sob, wishing we were doing that right now. I know, later, I’ll be grateful we used a condom, but right now, it’s all I want. To feel him come inside me and hold it in there.
“Fuck,” Knox says as his hands quickly unbutton my already destroyed jeans so he can shove his hand beneath my panties to my clit. It’s tender from the way he sucked on it earlier. The pain of it clashes against how good his cock feels inside me.
“Please,” I say. “Knox, I’m begging.”
“There it fucking is,” Knox says, stripping away my last heartbeat of control. “Don’t need you…to be anyone…other than who…you are out here.”
When I come, I’m almost delirious. I move with him, grinding against his hand.
“Ah, yeah, I feel that. Fuck! Yeah.” And then, he thrusts deep and stays there so I can feel him pumping into me. He twitches, but never really thrusts, until he’s nearly done, and he strokes in and out of me three more times.
For a while, neither of us move as Knox softens, until finally, we fall onto our sides before he settles me against him.
The ground beneath us is still warm from the day. I’m resting my head on Knox’s chest, his arms banded around me as he plants the occasional kiss on the top of my head. The air feels silent, like the world has somehow exhaled along with me.
I can feel Knox breathe. The steady rise and fall. And I feel removed from life, like we’ve stepped outside of everything else for a hot minute.
His thumb brushes the skin above my undone and utterly ruined jeans.
My jeans that will never be worn again. I can’t say I feel bad about the loss.
“This place,” he says after a while. His voice is roughened but quiet. “Used to come out here with my brother.”
The mention of his brother makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I slide off him and fall onto my side so I can look at him properly. There’s a change in his face, but he keeps on looking up at the sky.
“He’d drag me out here every day in the summer. At stupid hours too. Said it was the only place he felt quiet. He’d spend hours looking for alligators without knowing there weren’t any around this stretch. We’d sit out here, talk shit, throw rocks in the water. Sometimes, we’d never say goddamn thing.” A small breath leaves him, not quite a laugh.
“You grew up around here?”
“About a mile north. We’d come here on our bikes. The old man who owned the property was a friend of my father’s. He didn’t mind us killing the long days of summer on his property.His only rule was if we caught anything, we had to share it with him.”
I smile at that. I’d hate to live in a city or suburb where people fight over fence boundaries and build them so high you can’t see one another.
“How did you end up with the property?” I ask.
