Page 101 of Knox Unleashed
Every part of me hungers for his touch. I want his fingers on me and in me. Even more so when he jams the knife into the tree trunk just above my head.
I want every part of him pressed up against me, restricting my movements, even my breath.
I feel like I’m chasing something so ecstatic, it’s out of reach.
He raises one of my feet onto the stump of an old tree, and it opens me up to him. Then, he drops to his knees behind me, ruthlessly slides my panties to one side, and…
“Oh, God, Knox,” I cry out.
He devours me. There is no polite licking or gentle sucking.
It’s messy and raw and he growls like a hungry animal.
I feel his stubble, his tongue, even his nose.
It’s wild. I feel like I’m fucking grinding against air. I need pressure as well as stimulation.
“Please,” I say, pressing the heel of my hand against my mound in an attempt to find relief.
It’s impossible to keep up with his ministrations. Fingers thrust into me, then leave. He sucks hard on my clit, harder than I’ve ever experienced before. Each time, I edge a little closer to the orgasm I’m chasing.
Each time he moves, I lose it and start again.
Tears sting my eyes with the intensity of it. I want the orgasm I’m chasing, and yet, I don’t want to wait. I want Knox to decide when I can come, and I like the idea of trying not to fall until he’s ready for me to.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asks.
“It’s yours, Knox.” My voice is breathless, but utterly shameless.
“You want to come, sweetheart?”
I press my forehead to the tree trunk as my knees begin to shake. “Please, Knox.”
“Knew you’d beg eventually.”
But before I can process that sentence, he resumes eating my pussy and the orgasm hits me full force. I can’t even make a sound. Simply open my mouth and look up at the tree canopy, as every part of my body shakes.
“Yeah. Fucking give it to me, Maren. Love you wild like this.”
I’m still shaking when he stands, pulling me back against him. He slips his arm around me and grips my jaw, painfully turning me so our lips collide while the ache and throb of the orgasm still pulse through me.
My hips grind against nothing at the sensation.
He tastes of me. Savory and slightly earthy.
His cock rubs relentlessly against my back. Then, he releases me, and the absence of him is almost as overwhelming as his touch.
“Turn to face me,” he instructs, and I do, pressing my back against the trunk. His eyes are dark and focused ruthlessly on mine. “Look at you,” he mutters as he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Can’t even stand straight.”
“I think that’s all your fault,” I whisper.
His mouth curves. “Yeah? Let’s save your legs, then. Get on all fours.”
Without question, I do as he says. Because I want anything he’s willing to give me. The ground is cool beneath my hands. And I hear the rip of a condom packet, which makes me happy seeing we don’t have our test results back yet.
Knox drops behind me and smacks the cheek of my ass before dropping to bite it. “Fucking love your ass.”
Things are tripping and fusing together in my head. The sharp bite of pain. Letting Knox take me outside in the dirt beneath trees that have been on earth longer than I have.
