Page 92 of The Quiet After The Fall

“Is that all you wanted to do?” she asks, voice husky.

“Not even fucking close.” I grab her under the knees, ignoring the pain from my ribs, and pull her down the bed. She lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a gasp as I yank her jeans off in one go. “First, I’m going to lick this cunt until I get my fill.”

“Knox!” She tries to snap her legs closed, but it’s pointless. I’m done waiting. I know what she wants, what we both want. Desperately.

Her underwear are off before I can formulate a response. And I shove her knees apart, gripping her gorgeous thick thighs so she can’t object again. She doesn’t even try this time.

Holy fuck, she’s soaked for me already. So perfect. I eat her pussy like the starved man I am, licking through her folds and sucking her clit. Her back arches and she lifts up to grind on me, taking exactly what she needs. It’s so hot that my cock is literally throbbing, hard and heavy.

“Oh, God, Knox. Right there. Don’t stop.”

Never.

I thrust a finger inside, then two, pumping in rhythm with her movements. Her cunt squeezing my fingers as she gets closer and closer. Her legs lock and her moans grow louder as her orgasm peaks, clit pulsing on my tongue.

“That was…” She’s still catching her breath, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping the pillow. “God, Knox.”

“You think I’m done?” I press one more kiss to her inner thigh, feeling her shiver, before I climb up her body, taking my time, savoring every inch of her along the way.

“I know you’re not.” She’s breathless as she pulls me down by my shirt until our mouths meet. She can taste herself on me and it seems to turn her on even more, the kiss growing hungrier and her hips rolling up against my erection. She smiles against my mouth. “But am I done?”

“The fuck you are,” I say with a groan as she palms my cock through my sweats. “No more just the tip bullshit either, Sawyer. I’m sinking into you until you feel me in your guts.”

She wraps her hand around me, stroking. “You think so?”

“I fucking know so.”

With that, I push up on my knees and pull my shirt over my head. My glasses knock sideways, but I fix them, leaving them on for her. I see the way her eyes grow wider, her lips parting and chest heaving. She wants me too. All of me. Then they travel down to my bruises, but I stop her before she can give some bullshit excuse why we shouldn’t do this. You’re hurt. It’s not a good idea. Fuck that. No excuses. I can’t feel the pain right now anyway, not when I’m so gone for her.

“Don’t—I’m fine.” I tilt her face to meet mine. “Eyes up here.”

“But—”

“Do I need to fill that mouth with my cock to show you that I’m okay?”

Something wicked flashes in her eyes, cutting through the worry. “Is that a promise or a threat, Aldrich?”

I drag my thumb along her bottom lip, then push it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, and the moan she lets out goes straight to my cock. “Both. Now pull it out, brat.”

She reaches for my waistband, pulling my sweats and boxers down in one go, freeing my cock. Her eyes go wide, and I don’t blame her. I’m rock fucking hard and dripping at the tip.

I groan as her hand wraps around me, gliding up and down in one slow stroke. “How bad do you want it, Thorne?”

She hums, a small sound of agreement, but that’s not good enough.

“Tell me. Say it out loud.”

Her legs open wider, making space for me. I shove off my pants the rest of the way and grab my cock, lining myself up right against her sopping wet hole.

“Say what?” Her voice is breathy but teasing. She’s driving me crazy.

“You know what, you little cocktease. Say you want me to fuck you. Fill you up. Say you’re mine, Thorne.”

Her hips raise, but I pull back an inch. I’m waiting for her to say it. I need her to. When her lips stay stubbornly closed, I smirk and start to pull back further, but she grabs a palm full of my ass, yanking me closer.

“You’re a cocky bastard, you know that?”

I raise a brow and notch myself at her entrance. “Say it.”