Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My eyelids flutter, and I arch back as Knight shifts his lips to the base of my throat, the way his tongue moves sending fiery blasts of electricity pulsing right through to my core.
I groan and gasp, moan and cry as I take everything I need, bouncing up and down on his thick, veiny cock as he stretches me impossibly wide. My fingers clutch onto his strong shoulder, holding tight as I throw my head back, my long hair tickling the base of my spine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you ride me, doll.”
I grin and just because I love him, I clench my walls around him, watching the way his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You’re gonna bring me to my fucking knees.”
“Damn straight.”
I take him deeper, pushing myself to my limits as I ride him, rolling my body and putting on a show for him as my fingers circle my needy clit. “Fuck, Knight,” I groan, getting closer and closer to the edge as I struggle to hold on. “I’m gonna come.”
My chest heaves with deep breaths, my eyes clenching as I ride him up and down. It’s too much. Too good. And yet I will never have enough.
“KNIGHT!”
“You’ve got it, Morticia,” he grits. “Fucking give it to me.”
My nails dig into his flesh as our bodies grow sweaty, and just when I think I can’t handle the ferocious intensity, my whole world explodes as a booming orgasm tears through my body, shattering me like glass. “Oh fuck!”
“Yes, doll,” Knight grunts, gripping my hip tighter just as he comes with me, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my spasming cunt.
My hips jolt, my eyes flutter, and my whole fucking world turns to pure ecstasy.
It’s everything. It’s electrifying. But more than that, it’s me and Knight. Raw. Unfiltered. And full of passion.
“God,” I groan, my chest heaving as I finally begin coming back down from my high, my world well and truly rocked. My body relaxes, and I collapse against him as his strong arm circles my waist, holding me as though I’m the most precious person that has ever existed.
“You’re going to be the death of me, doll,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against my temple.
A laugh rumbles through my chest. “Me?” I challenge, smirking up at him. “If anyone is going to be the death of you, it’ll be your own doing. Did you not see the way you tore those bandages off with your teeth and then shoved your openly wounded hand inside my cooch?”
Knight laughs. “You know I’m clean, and besides, you practically poured a whole bottle of antiseptic solution on my knuckles. I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Oh sure,” I laugh, playfully smacking at his chest. “Because blood contamination or cross-infection is nothing but a myth. You realize I’m going to have to do a handstand with my legs out while you pour pure bleach into my cooch and then jiggle me around to clean me out.”
“Pour pure bleach inside you like what? Like I’m pouring a jug of orange juice?”
“Oh yeah, but you’ll have to take it slow. I really don’t know how much volume a vagina can hold before it experiences leakage. Now, if I were right side up, I could give a good estimate. But judging by the size of your, uhhh . . . package, I would say it could hold quite a lot.”
Knight shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “Right, I’ll make a note to pick up a few hundred bottles of bleach,” he says. “But how important is the jiggling portion of this mission?”
“Oh, that’s the most important step. You’re really going to have to shake me like you’re mixing a cocktail. You know, really get in there. I find it’s best to do it in open spaces.”
His brows furrow, and he glances down at me. “Wait. Isn’t the vagina self-cleaning?”
“Hey, don’t come in here with that factual bullshit. I wanna be shaken around. And by shaken, I mean thrown up against a wall. Oh, and instead of burning chemicals inside me, I’d prefer something a little more . . . firm.”
“Like a little red vibrator?”
My eyes widen in horror at the thought of having that devil vibrator inside me again. “Oh hell no. I would rather die than have—”
There’s a loud thump at the door when someone tries the handle and all but steps straight into the wood. “Oomph. Fuck,” I hear Amelia say from the other side of the door before trying the handle and violently wiggling it. “Harper, did you lock this door?”
“Uhhhh . . .”
“Is Knight in there?”
“Ummmm . . . no.”
“Oh my God. You’re such a liar. You’re fucking your boyfriend in there, aren’t you?” she scoffs, trying the handle again as though it might magically unlock itself. “Harper-Rayn Madden. Detach yourself from that fine man-meat and open this door right now. You are on strict bed rest.”