The bed moved with Knight moving but I could only see his frame shadowed in the dark room.
“Yank the drawstring,” he ordered.
My hand moved and I yanked.
I no sooner did this when my pajama shorts and panties were yanked down to my thighs.
“Spread your legs, Anya, wide, keep those tight.”
I spread my legs until I couldn’t spread them further as they caught taut on my shorts and undies.
Surprising me, his hand slid between my legs and my thighs quivered.
“My baby is very lucky,” he whispered, pressing in and rubbing and my fingers curled into the comforter. “I love her pussy, love this sweet ass. Tonight I’ll make that ass throb but I love that pussy so much, I won’t wanna take it tomorrow with pain getting in my way.”
I closed my eyes tight and put everything into keeping perfectly still.
His hand left me and the bed moved some more. Then nothing but I heard the swish and whoosh of clothes hitting the floor and when the bed moved again I knew he was coming back to me naked.
Oh God.
Viv was right.
I’d jacked up.
Big time.
And this was scary, crazy, hot.
My thighs kept quivering.
I felt him above me then I felt his fingers curl into my camisole and pull it up. My head and arms went with it as he yanked it off and it was gone. But he caught my hair, gave it a rough, gentle tug and I came up to my forearms.
“I wanna be hard and aching when I beat that ass red, baby, take my cock, make it ache,” he ordered then another tug on my hair until I was on my hands. Then I felt his hand guiding his cock to my mouth. The tip against my lips, he slid it light against them until I opened them and he surged inside, already hard.
Oh God. I liked that.
Scary, crazy, hot.
My neck arched back and I moaned against his cock.
“No,” he growled. “Gonna fuck your face, baby.”
Oh God!
He held my head back by my hair and he did just that.
And, God, oh my God, I loved every stroke.
He gave it to me and I took it. Slow, faster, harder, Knight using my hair to pull me to him as he thrust into me. When I was moaning, using everything I had to suck as he thrust and keep my fingers from moving between my legs, he slid out.
“Cheek to the mattress,” he commanded and I went down.
The bed moved.
Then Knight punished me.
Sharp, hard, stinging, I winced and flinched and gasped and only vaguely noticed his hand never came down in the same place twice.
Then he stopped and rubbed between my legs, hard, deep.
Then back to my bottom, again, again. The pain radiating down my thighs, tingling between my legs. My mouth was open but no sound came out because I’d lifted my fist to press it to it. My other hand clenched the comforter.
Then back between my legs, finger hitting my clit, rolling, working me until I whimpered. Then it slid away and he was at my ass, the sound of his palm striking against my skin filling the room.
Then his fingers curled into my shorts and panties and yanked them down sharply, they rounded my knees then they were whisked away.
“Up on just your knees, Anya,” he ordered and I pushed up, breathing heavily and felt his hand at my belly, sliding down, curling in, cupping me as I felt his lips move to my ear. His middle finger sliding through the wet, he whispered, “Baby’s soaked. Dripping. Daddy’s gonna eat you now. You’re gonna come on my face. You gotta grind down, baby, you do it. Take all you can get from my mouth. Right?”
“Right,” I breathed.
“Right?” he repeated, his hand cupping my sex drawing up slightly.
Oh God.
Scary.
Crazy.
Hot.
“Right, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby. Stay still, Daddy’ll take you.”
Then he did, positioning under me, his hands came to my hips and he pulled me down to his face.
Then he started eating me.
I was so ready, I instantly ground into him rocking.
One of his hands left my hip and wrapped around his cock. I knew it, partially watched it through the dark, heard it and felt his groans and growls between my legs as the pads of the fingers his other hand dug into me.
I kept grinding down into his mouth, moving, shifting rocking and it took no time at all before I came. Not hard. Excruciating. It rocked me so deep, I cried out and couldn’t hold myself up. I went forward, hands in the bed by Knight’s waist.
His hand at my hip kept yanking me down as he kept at me and himself. I panted, still rocking, still coming, my eyes glued to his shadowed fist working his cock then I came again. He kept at me and I watched the shadow of his hand moving on his cock and I came again.
Oh God, had anyone died from too many orgasms?
“Honey,” I rasped.
His hand yanked me down hard, he sucked deep, God, so deep. Then he growled and I came again as he did too.