Leighton nods, rocking her hips, and I have to fight the urge to just thrust into her.
Our gazes stay locked when I start to ease inside her. She winces for a second, sucking in a silent gasp, but then she moans in pleasure. Her lips part, breaths escaping in desire-filled whimpers as I feed inch after inch of my long thick cock into her tiny virgin pussy. Finally my balls press against her ass, and I groan, feeling her stretched around me.
“Mine,” I growl.
“Yours.” Leighton kisses me wildly, throwing her arms around my neck. “Now fuck me like I’m yours.”
My cock twitches inside her, and I slowly pull back. “My pleasure.”
I thrust all the way in, and she cries out, her eyes rolling back in her head. And when I hitch her leg over my hip and start to fuck her, she goes wild. Our lips crash together, and she moans into my mouth, clawing at my back.
My muscles ripple as I drive my cock in and out of her. “God, Leigh. You feel so fucking good.”
Every time I slide out, her cunt grips me like it never wants to let go. We move together, her hips lifting for more. Another climax sends her back arching off the bed.
“Knox—oh, fuck.”
She throws her head back, so fucking gorgeous with her blonde hair spread over my pillow and eyes drunk on lust. Her body clenches tight as the orgasm washes through her, and I grunt, my balls aching.
When I pull out of her, she whimpers and I kiss her deeply, groaning as she tugs at my hips to get me back inside her. Fuck, it’s hot to have her this desperate for my cock, already wanting more.
And I plan to give it to her.
Leighton gasps against my lips as I roll us over, so she’s straddling me.
“Ride me, baby.” I guide her hips, positioning her hot, dripping wet pussy over my thick head. I thrust up enough to tease her entrance. “Take my fat hard cock all the way inside that sweet cunt.”
Leighton slowly lowers, moaning at the pleasure of her shiny lips stretching around my dick as she slides down every inch until her ass rests against my balls. I groan, dropping my thumb to her clit. It only takes one circle before her head lulls back, and she starts to move, her ass slapping my balls every time she drops her hips and taking me to the hilt.
When her back arches, it pushes her tits out, and I sit up, unable to resist drawing a hard pink nipple into my mouth. She locks her arms around my neck, just bouncing on my cock and whimpering, fucking herself hard while I suck on her tits.
“That’s right, baby. Use my dick to get off.”
Her clit drags up and down my shaft, and as her pussy grips me tighter, I know she’s close.
“I want you to come all over my cock, beautiful. Then you’re going to milk every drop of cum out of it.”
“Knox…”
I grab her ass and start thrusting into her from underneath. And Leighton fucking shatters. She trembles, her pussy contracting and rippling while I slide her up and down my throbbing cock over and over. The louder she moans, the harder I thrust into her, my swollen balls slapping her firm ass, ready to follow her over the edge.
As the pleasure rolls through her, Leighton clenches so fucking tight, I can’t hold out any longer. My cock jerks, and I groan, gripping her ass and pumping hot cum deep inside her cunt while she shakes and gasps. I come hard and keep driving into her until she cries out and throws her head back, coming on my thick cock again.
I fall back on the mattress, pulling Leighton with me, and roll us onto our sides. My lips find hers, and she kisses me hungrily. The way she whimpers when I slide out of her just-fucked pussy has me hard again, and I growl, pushing her onto her back.
My tongue glides over her skin, my hand running up the back of her thigh before I press back between her legs. Leighton wraps them around my waist, tilting her hips so the head of my dick rubs her clit before I slide it back through her pussy, covered in my cum.
“I lied before.”
“About what?” She impatiently tugs at me, trying to pull me into her, and I grin.
“I didn’t make you mine by sinking my cock inside of you.” Leighton gasps when I thrust all the way inside her at once, and I drop my lips to her ear.
“You already belonged to me,” I growl. “You’ve always belonged to me, Leigh.”
Then I fuck her to prove it. And with all the marks she leaves on me while I do, there’s no question who I belong to.
Chapter Nine
Leighton
My head lulls back on Knox’s shoulder, and I snuggle deeper into the blanket and into him. He’s lounging in one of the huge leather recliners in the theater room downstairs with me on his lap, my back pressed to his sculpted chest. The projector plays a rom-com I only chose because I knew he’d complain. Not that either of us pays attention after the opening credits.
“Why do you have to taste so fucking good?” he purrs against my skin, trailing hot kisses up my neck. “I knew you would, but damn, baby. I’ll never get enough.”
His hand slips down my belly under the blanket, and I melt even further into his chest as his skin drags over mine. He hasn’t let me put more than panties on, and even that took negotiating. Not that I mind. For the first time since he left all those years ago, the universe feels aligned. And I can almost forget he ever even left.
Almost.
“Why didn’t you call?” I ask quietly, his lips reaching the shell of my ear.
“Because I knew how good you would taste.” His teeth tug at my earlobe. “And how perfect you would feel under my palms.” His hand glides lower, flattening and curving as it descends my body. “I would have been on a bus the first time I heard your voice, Leighton.”
“I thought you left and forgot about me,” I whisper, not wanting to ruin the mood, but when he left, I hurt. So much more than I thought I could.
Knox brings his other hand up and turns my face to his, so we’re nose to nose, his breath warm on my lips. “I left and couldn’t stop thinking about you, Leighton. I had to pretend you didn’t exist to function, and even then you were there.”
I shake my head a little. “But last year—”
“Last year was the sweetest most brutal torture for me. I was miserable. Even Brex told me to fuck off after a few weeks and wanted nothing to do with me.”
“You could have said something.”
He brushes his lips against mine. “I was leaving again at the end of summer, and I knew I couldn’t walk away from you again.”
I think about it for a second, remembering how long it took for the ache of him not being there to go away the first time—not that it ever truly did. I just got used to it, numb in the places I needed him to fill.
For a few beats, we just stare at each other while the sound of rain from the movie spills from the speakers and surrounds us. I twist around in his lap, and he pulls my leg over him so I’m straddling him. My arms rest on his shoulders, my fingers in his hair.
Suddenly, he grins, flexing his fingers into my thighs. “I still have that ugly sock monkey you gave me.”