38. Knox

I seta clean dish in the sink and looked at my phone, lying faceup on the counter.

Larkin: I’m naked in my bed.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my cock already tightening for her. I’d had to work on the dishes to keep my hands busy, even though my mind was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her.

Larkin and I had already had needy sex, sweet sex, and now I wanted to play with her. Tease her until she begged for a release. And then I would be the one to give it to her. My name would be the one on her lips.

I grabbed a bag that was hanging by the door, and then I walked outside, going to her house. Even though we weren”t more than twenty feet away, it could have been a mile. My hardening cock rubbed against my jeans, and all I could think about was her soft pussy, how it would feel to slide inside of her, feel her shudder around me.

I didn”t bother knocking on her door, knowing that my girl was lying in her bed, ready for me. I hope she was touching herself, getting herself warmed up for my thick cock.

I tiptoed through the dark living room and then reached her bedroom door, closed. My hand gripped the handle, hard, and I twisted it, biting my lip because I was so damn ready to see her.

Instead of lying on her back facing me, she was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air with the bow tied like she was a damn present for me. “Fuck,” I muttered.

She twisted her head so that her long brown hair fell over her shoulder and glanced back at me. “I”m sorry I was a bad girl earlier.”

My lips twitched into a sultry smile. I loved this side of Larkin—she was hot and playful and fun and everything I wanted to experience with her. I loved the sight of her, loved that she was already feeling more confident around me.

I dropped my bag on the floor by her bed, and metal chinked inside. Then I walked to her, rubbed my hand over her ass, and slapped, hard enough to leave a light red mark, but not so hard as to really hurt her.

“Fuck me,” she hissed.

I grinned at her, tugging off my T-shirt. “You liked that?”

She looked at me, heat in her eyes, and said, “I deserved it, didn”t I?”

Damn. She really was perfect.

I reached for the button on my jeans, freeing my cock from the unforgiving fabric, and her eyes drifted to where it strained against my underwear. I pulled them down too, watching her. She flipped her hair over the opposite shoulder and gazed up at me with pouty lips, asking, “What are you going to do to me, Officer Madigan?”

I bent for the bag I brought over and drew out a pair of handcuffs. “Hands behind your back, ma”am.”

I could see her shudder with excitement, and when she shifted to lie on the bed facedown with her hands behind her, I noticed the wet spot in her silky red underwear. She was just as ready for me as I was for her. But part of being a bad girl meant you had to wait.

I took one cuff and secured it around her wrist, relishing the feel of her skin underneath mine. Then I took the other end of the cuff and hooked it to her other wrist. Now she lay on her front, arms pinned behind her, ass looking juicy as fuck.

“These underwear need to come off,” I said. I untied the bow and unwrapped her like the present she was. I tossed the material to the side, then I hovered over her back, running my tongue over her ass, biting small marks up her back till I reached her shoulders, her neck, the shell of her ear.

Her hands reached for me, and a low chuckle passed my lips. “You can touch me when I say you can.”

She let out a moan and shifted her hips.

“You want some relief?” I asked.

Her hair fell over her face as she shifted and gasped, “Please.”

I reached around her waist, drawing her hips up so that I had perfect access to her pussy, and I ate her from behind until she was wetter than ever before and whimpering, begging me for release.

But just as I could feel the muscles of her ass tighten, I drew away. I picked up my shirt off the floor to wipe my face and said, “Not yet.”

She groaned, and my cock was so hard I could feel the skin tight around its length. I wanted a release too, but not before I teased her, not until she was begging for me. I reached for the keys for my cuffs and unhooked them.

She rolled over, face red, hair askew, hands over her head. When I noticed faint red lines along her wrists, I drew them to my lips, kissing the tender spots. Then I pinned her hands above her head, her tits lolling to the side as she lay on her back.

Her stomach was so soft, ridged with stretch marks. I kissed a path down until I reached her swollen clit and sucked.

She let out a whimper. “Knox.”

She wasn”t begging. Yet.

I darted my tongue over her clit again, and again, until the only thing she could say was a gasping, “Please.”

Feeling her body tense beneath me, I said, “On your hands and knees.”

As if there wasn’t an ounce of resistance left in her body, she rolled over, doing exactly as I ordered. I loved her ass in this position, the curve of her hips. And I was so fucking glad that I didn”t have to wear a condom because I wanted to feel every ounce of her heat.

With one hand on her hip, I guided my cock to her entrance, pressing the swollen head and slowly sheathing myself inside of her. She moaned as I did, adjusting to my size, adjusting to the sheer pleasure we both felt at being this close together.

And when she adjusted, I drew back, burying myself in her again, loving the way her ass rippled as I slammed against it.

I gripped her flesh, hanging on to handfuls as I gave it to her over and over again until we were both nearing the edge.

“I”m close,” she gasped.

“Come with me,” I told her. “I want to feel this with you.”

Her back tightened underneath my hands, and I could feel the wave starting to come inside her.

I wanted to see her, so I fisted my hand in her hair, making her look back at me. She let out a strangled sound, and it tipped me over the edge. I spilled all I had inside of her and continued pumping until each of her waves faded.

When we finished, I carefully pulled out, spent. I reached for my T-shirt again, using it to wipe myself up and then cleaning her up as well. And then we lay on the bed, completely exhausted, facing each other. Her cheeks were flushed with her orgasm, her hair wild, but there was a soft smile on her lips.

“I didn”t know punishments were supposed to feel so good,” she said in a teasing voice.

“Baby, everything with you feels good.”

She smiled over at me and reached for my hand. Her fingers easily slipped through mine. “I love having you here,” she said.

“Me too,” I whispered. I wished I could stay over, wished I could spend every second just getting to know her, but I wanted to respect her boundaries too, not take this too fast. So I said, “I can lie with you until you fall asleep.”

With a squeeze of her hand, she whispered, “I’d love that.”

I shifted in the bed until she had her back to me and curled my body around her curves, feeling like this was just one of many ways we fit perfectly together. I tucked my arm around her soft waist and brushed back her hair with my other hand, kissing the top of her head.

She let out a contented sigh, and it did something to my heart. Made it swell until I felt like I could burst.

I’d never felt like this before, so complete, just lying next to another person. And as Larkin’s breathing slowed and she drifted to sleep in my arms, I prayed like hell that I’d be the last person she ever went to bed with.