Landing Knox....cont. 8

Kierna refused to take anymore teasing. Leaning forward and shifting her weight on to her hands and knees a hiss escaped her as Knox followed her body with his, never breaking the connection.

His erection seemed to swell inside of her and before she knew it he’d began to answer her command. One hand grasping her hip, the other none to gently pressing her shoulders down  so that her face was buried in the covers before the long fingers sank into the hair at the back of her head and pulled. HARD.

There wasn’t a moment of rhythm finding, no slow probing or half stepping. THIS… was carnal, This was Knox at his most basic.

This was raw. He slammed into her hard, bottoming out and making her briefly ponder if she knew what she’d gotten her self into.

Before she could make up her mind one way or the other he with drew and then slammed home again. And again. And again.

Keirna moaned. It hurt so good. And he fucking knew it.

“Brace your self”

Brace myself…on what!? Keirna looked at the end of the bed. There was no foot board. Lord please don’t let him… Knox shoved home again.

Oh well, if we go off this bed and I break my neck… I’ll have a great story to tell.

“you sure will, but I’m really not going to give you time to remember the details” Knox answered her. She hadn’t realized she’d vocalized her thoughts. But it didn’t matter. Knox was working on keeping his word, his thrust were coming hard and deep and the only thing Kierna could do was tuck her chin and take it.

A yank on her hair and firm smack on her ass had her mewling.

“Scream when you come.”

“ The neighbors already know your name Knox”

“yeah, but I want to make sure the you do.”

And then he redoubled his efforts. Pumping deeply until stars danced before Keirna’s eyes. A firm smack on her upturned ass her or their and then his thumb grazing over that puckered star of nerve endings. She really thought she shouldn't let him know how much she wanted him there but when he gripped her cheek in his palm and curved that strong digit into her opening on the next thrust she couldn't help but push back against it.

“mmm, Interesting” Knox muttered darkly, still never slowing is onslaught into her quivering pussey.

“My ass” she replied smartly

“Exactly. MY. ASS.” His answer was punctuated by deep thrusts.

“its got next.” He warned before leaning over her body, wrapping her in is embrace and sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

His bite and his fingers on her clit were the undoing of her.

Light exploded behind her eyes and her arms gave out. Vaguely she thought she remembered him laughing and saying at least the cops would know who they were looking for as she screamed his name to the rafters.

Landing Knox ... cont. 7

I don't know why, but I seem to have Knox on the brain. *shrugs* Oh well, good for you guys, no?

Knox felt her shift backwards, using her hand on his for arms to lift herself, she re-positioned her body so that her legs were outside of his, forcing him to bring his own together.

Once she had him situated to her liking she change positions again, this time Knox opened his eyes and watched as tucked her legs under so that she was standing on her knees.

She rode him like that for long moments, rocking her pelvis in slow tantalizing circles all while doing something magical with those honey-coated walls.  Knox sat forward, brushing aside those rioting coils of dark hair and pressing his lips to the skin on the side of her neck.

 He wrapped his arms around her body, feeling as though he was in tune with the brush of every arm hair against her brown skin.

With one hand he immediately found the damp slit between her thighs. Pressing his palm against her pelvis he let his long fingers cup her where she rode him.  She lift just a bit and his fingers came in contact with his shaft as it slid from her body, he pressed on that pulsing vein on the underside of his cock,  marveling at the feel of touching himself while being inside of Kierna.

They danced for only a moment longer before he let his fingers pluck and pinch at that tiny bundle of nerves that had been nuzzling against the callous where his middle finger met his palm.  For a moment he scissored his middle and pointer fingers on either side of it, as if the rapid movement could force it from its hiding place, like the last taste morsel of berry being sucked up from the bottom of a cup throw a straw.

 When she shivered and lost groove, Knox switched his technique. Gently grasping the little bud and jerking it between his thumb and pointer in the same manner has he would stroke his dick. Long Deep strokes starting from the base with a little brush and a tap on the tip. 

He’d let her have her way in a moment but for now he needed her to come apart again. Needed to feel this rush of her release over his dick the way it had washed over his tongue and fingers in the shower.

Nibbling at her ear, Knox laughed when he heard her cussing him under her breathe. He wanted to bring his free hand up to play with her nipples but new if he gave her any room she’d pull away.

Stroke and then tap. Stroke and then tap. Tap. Tap. “ is this thing on baby.” He whispered on a grin.

“It’s not a microphone”

“Ah, but I sure loved speaking into earlier… you seemed to enjoy it, too.”

“Fuck you, jack ass”

“You already are”

“Knox” she keened, bringing her arms up and locking them behind his head, the humor they’d been sharing once again replaced by raw lust and need.

“tell me what you want Kierna” Knox flex his dick inside her as he continued to stroke her clit changing the patter of his taps, speaking Morse code to her body’s pleasure point.

“I can’t…I need.”

“Who says you can’t baby?  Give it to me.”

  Knox knew the moment that her resistance slipped away. The trembling sigh that rose from her throat accompanied her body tensing, and then trembling. Hot, so hot the liquid washing over his dick should have burned him. The ripples of her sweet, sweet pussy clinching and releasing threatened to send him to his own release.

“So beautiful when you come baby.”

“Shut up and fuck me” Kierna hissed over her shoulder as she came back from the brink of heaven once again.

Landing Knox....cont. 6

The cool caress of the air conditioning and the deep rumble of vibration beneath her ear, slowly brought Kierna awake.  Without opening her eyes, she inhaled deeply and filled her lungs. She was so sated and languid that she honestly didn’t want to turn loose of the last wispy vestiges of her sleep.

In micro increments she tensed and released every muscle in her body… tiny stretches the release little tingles of energy throughout her body.

“If you’re going to keep wiggling around like that, I’m going to assume you’re ready for what comes next.”

For a moment Kierna panicked. The memory of her shenanigans in the shower with Knox flooded her brain. She wondered if she could pretend she was still asleep, but then the  memory of him making her pass out washed through her so hard that she snapped her head up and stared directly into his dancing chocolate eyes.

“You were out for a while, pretty girl. I’m not sure which of us should be saying thank you, right now. But”…His voice deepened and he leaned in to take her lips “you’re welcome.” He spoke the words against her full mouth before capturing it with his own.

Knox was so glad she was awake. Part of him was only slightly disappointed. He could have carried on cradling her to his heart for a life time and it had nothing to do with the way she’d fallen apart under his lips and hand in the shower…well almost nothing.  But it had everything to do with the way she felt, cupped up against him head pressed to his heart skin covered in nothing but his love and God’s breathe.  He’d longed to hold her for so long it was torture each time he thought to wake her.

But no that she was awake…he’d make sure she had no regrets and knew that there was never any going back.

Knox deepened the kiss, while shifting her body so that she was seated between the thighs on the bed, her back pressing against his chest. His dick didn’t take long to align itself in the crevice of her lush ass and Knox had to pull away and just absorb the gravity of that position. The feel of himself thrusting involuntarily between those globes.

With his head pressed back against the tufted headboard of his massive bed, Knox counted. Counted farm animals, then numbered and named the ladies in his grandmother’s bridge club. Then he recited the names of the bones of his body. He needed to focus or he was going to lose is and get a chance to see what  his pearl white spunk would look like frosting her spine and the curve of that ass. And ass that was currently undulating and driving him to the brink.

“Fuck it” he lamented as his hands went to her waist and lifted her into the air, just enough that his rigid dick could poke right at the entrance to nirvana.  

“Ride me.” He demanded before losing his breath as she complied. Sliding slowly, so slowly on to his dick, coating it in liquid heat so slick and hot that a sweat broke out over his body…

“Dammit…” he used his hands to lift her again before letting her take the reins and slid down again, this time all the way until she was seated with him fully inside of her.

Her moans of pleasure vibrated through her entire body and echoed along his sheathed dick.

He had no clue what it was she was doing, he’d slammed his eyes closed the moment her lips kissed the head of his dick, but whatever it was felt serpentine.

Her body shifted and wound above him and he swore he could see her through his eye lids. Head tossed back, her curly hair tickling his face where it came in contact. Arms above her head she gyrated… danced on his pole with swirls and twirls and dips that would be his undoing.

Keeping his eye closed, Knox focused on the act…he had to keep it together or he’d be the one passed out for hours, before the show even got started.