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She moans in surprise, and the sound is loud and sexy, a stimulating song to my ears. And then she pushes her back further out, rubbing against my erection, grinding into it like she wants to punish me as well.
I palm the red spot, fingers tracing the heat I left behind. She twitches at the contact- part pain, part invitation–and it nearly unravels me. My other hand reaches up and sinks into her hair, fisting just enough to make her gasp as I pull her upright. Her spine curves against my chest, and I wrap my arm around her neck, forearm pressing just beneath her throat, locking her in.
We stare at ourselves in the mirror.
Her eyes are wild. Chest heaving. Back still arched in anticipation.
“Look at yourself,” I whisper against her ear. “Look how wrecked you already are. And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”
I kiss her cheek, soft and brief.
Then bring my palm down again.
She moans, pushing back, rubbing against me in the same rhythm as my strikes.
“Again,” she begs, voice hoarse. “Please.”
I spank her again. And again.
Each time, she rocks her hips, grinding her ass into me harder, faster.
“You like this, don’t you?” I say. “Being punished. Being mine.”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “Knox, yes, please.”
The need inside me is feral now. Rabid. She’s not the only one desperate to come undone. I want to bury myself so deep inside her she forgets what breathing feels like.
I’ve tortured myself long enough.
Without a word, I spin her around, lift her off the floor, and carry her toward the shower. Her legs lock around my waist instantly, arms wound tight around my neck.
I shoulder the glass door leading into the shower open and step in. The second I turn the handle, water pours down over us–cold at first, then quickly warming. It soaks her hair, her skin, turns her into a wet and glistening vision. Her lashes cling together. She blinks up at me like she’s in some kind of trance. I probably look the same. Drenched. Starved.
Successfully unlocked!
She shifts her hips just enough to grind herself against my erection. The friction nearly undoes me.
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“I think we’ve had enough foreplay,” I say, my voice low, raw with want.
I press her back into the tiled wall, one hand slipping between us. I push my boxers down just enough to free myself, then reach lower, guiding the head of my dick against her soaked entrance. Then I slam all the way in, feeling the tip of my dick hitting her cervix.
She screams and claws at my shoulders.
“Oh, my god, Knox.”
“Shit,” I groan against her neck. “I’ve forgotten how good you feel.”
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I slam into her once more. She throws her head back against the tile, and I lean in to kiss her before she can cry out. Her tongue seeks mine, moans muffled in my mouth as I start to move against her, each thrust deeper than the last but somehow not deep enough for me.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I say.
She moans, her nails digging into my back, urging me on. “That makes two of us.”
I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing the wild abandon in them.
Her lips part on a moan with every push of my hips. I can feel every inch of her. The heat. The tight, wet pull. It makes my head spin.
Her inner muscles clench around me, tighter and much tighter as I hit that sweet spot
over and over.
“Knox,” she cries out. “Oh, God, Knox.”
I lean down, capturing her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting until she’s writhing against me. “That’s it, baby. Show me how good it feels when I’m inside you.”
She clings to me, her body trembling as I continue to drive into her. I can feel the pressure building, the coil tightening in my gut. But I hold off, wanting to draw this out, wanting to push her to the brink and watch her shatter.
“I’m close,” she pants, “so close.”
I slow my pace, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Do you trust me?”
She tries to blink through the glaze of lust in her eyes. “What?”
“Do you trust me, Sloane?”
“I’m naked in my shower, letting you hold me against a tile wall. What do you think?”
“Good.”
I grip her by the neck. I can feel her pulse under my fingers as I start to move again, picking up speed. Every thrust causes me to tighten my hold around her neck. Soon, her eyes widen as she realizes what I’m doing. I can feel her body tensing, her inner
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muscles clenching around me as I cut off her air supply.
I lean in, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper, “Breathe me in, Sloane. Let me be your air.”
Her eyes flutter closed, her body melting into mine as I continue to move, my grip on her neck unyielding. I can feel her body responding, her hips moving in sync with mine, her moans turning into desperate gasps for air.
“Knox,” she chokes out. “I can’t… I can’t breathe.”
“I know, baby,” I murmur, my lips against her ear. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”
