CHAPTER037: OnMyFace Istareathim.
Knoxissittingattheedgeofthebed,hisdickhardandglistening,hiseyesfixedonme.
Iknowwhathewantsmetodo.IknowwhatIwanttoomybodystillacheswiththeemptinessheleftinme,aslow,smolderingburnwherehisfingersandlengthhadbeen.
Canwetalkaboutthisafterwards?Iask,tryingtobargaintheonlywaymyfalteringsensesallow Hesmiles.No.
Thenhe bendsandstartspeelinghisshoesoff,lettingeachfallwithadullthudagainstthehardwoodfloor.Hissocksfollow.Hisfingersgotohispantsnext,slidingthemdown,takinghisboxerswiththem,neveroncestanding.Forthefirsttime,Icatchaglimpseofhisthighs.Muscular,withveinsmappingtheirwaydowntohiscalves.Oncethepantsandboxersare onthefloor,hepinchesthecondom,takesitoff,tiesit,and tossesittothefloorbesidetheheapofclothes.
Idontoncelookaway.Myeyesarestucktothethicklengthbetweenhislegs,thewayittwitches.The veins.Mycoreclenches.
Ipullmyshirtovermyheadandtossitathim.Itlandsonhispants.Nextgotheunclaspedbra,theshortsandpantiesstilltangledaroundmythighs.Thenmyshoes.Istandthere,bareandbreathingheavily.
Hisgazemovesdownmybody,lingeringonmybreasts,thecurvesofmyhips.Hebiteshislowerlip.
Yourereallygoingtomakemechoose? Iask.
Iam.
IfIsayno,youregoingtoletmewalkout? Iam,herepeats.
Iglanceathiserection.Yourejustgoingtowastethat? IlljerkoffimaginingIwasinsideyou.

Youreblackmailingme.
Heleansbackslightly,bracinghimselfonhispalms.Youhaveachoice.Doyouwantasteadysupplyofgoodsex,ordoyouwanttogobacktomybrother?There areathousandthingsIcouldteachyou.Pleasurablethings.Allyouhavetodoissayyouremine.
Mybreathingturnsshallow.
Hemakesitsoundsimple.Butmyheadisspinning.
FinnchoseDelilah.Hedidntevenhesitate.AndyethereIam,hesitatingoveramanwhosofferingmeeverythingheis-evenifitcomeswrappedinsharpedgesandtrouble.WhatwouldIevenbedoingifI wasntworryingaboutFinn?Idontexactlyhavealonglistofpeoplelininguptohangoutwithme.Mysistermovedoutmonthsago,movedinwithaguywholookslikeablondinphotosbutwhosheinsistsisginger.Iseemyparentsonceamonth.Mywholesociallifeis…Finn.Knoxleanssideways,reachingforthedrawerbesidethebed.Themotionis smooth,unhurried.Hedoesntevenlookawayfrommeashi
shandslipsinsideandpullsoutasmallbottle.
Clear.Familiar.
Lubricant.
Hepopsthecapwithasoftclick,tipsit,andsqueezesaslowlineofgelintohispalm.Thenhetossesthebottlebackintothedrawerandshutsit withhisleg.
Hisfingersclosearoundhimself,andthen- Hebeginstostroke.
Icantlookaway.
Hishandglidesdownhisshaftwithpracticedease,spreadingtheslickness.His fingerswraptighterontheupstroke,twistingatthetop,teasingthehead.Again.Andagain.Andagain.Everymotionispurposeful.Meanttotease.Meanttotorment.Hisbreathingissteady.Hisbody,relaxed.Butthetensionintheroomisanythingbut.

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Everypumpofhishandisasilent command.
AndIfeeliteverywhere.
Inthepitofmystomach.
Inthepulsebetweenmylegs.
Successfullyunlocked! Mythighspresstogether,tryingtorelievetheachebuildingbetweenthem.Butitdoesnthelp.Itonlymakesitworse.
་ CHAPTER037:OnMyFace Hedoesntsayaword.Justwatchesmewiththatexpressionhewearssowellhalfcontrol,halfhunger.Hekeepsgoing.Up.Down,Slowtwist.Agruntescapeshisthroatbarelybutithitsmeinthegut.
Iwanttotouchhim.Wanttotakeover.ButIstayfrozen.
Idratherbeinsideyourightnow,hefinallysays.
Ilickmylips.Iwantthattoo.
Thencometome,Sloane.OrwhenIcum,thewindowsclosed, Knox… Comeon,Kitten.
ThewayhesaysthatKittenmakessomethingflutterlowinmybelly,Idroptomyhandsandknees,eachbreathcatchingasIstarttocrawl.
Thatsit,hemurmurs,hishandstillpumping.

Ireachhim.Hecatchesahandfulofmy hair,anglingmyfaceup.
Saythewords.
Istareupathim.Imyours.CanIhaveatastenow? Hegrins,allteeth.
Youcanhaveanythingyouwantfromnowon,Kitten.
Iwrapmyhandaroundthebaseofhiscockandslidemymouthoverhim.Thetasteisamixofgelandhimsalty,heady,familiar.Heletsoutalowmoan,hipstwitching.Hishandstaysinmyhair,guidingme,pressingmedeeperuntilIgagalittle.
Ilovehowyoutakeit,hegroans.Thismouththisthroatwas madeforme.Youvebeendeprivingitofwhatitneeds,agoodpieceofmeattochokeon.
I humaroundhim,eyesliftingtomeet his.HeholdsmygazeasIbobmyhead,tongueswirling.Histhighstighten.Thewayhegripsmyhairgetsrougher.
Keepyoureyeson me,baby.Justlikethat.
Ikeepsucking,workinghimslow,thenfast,takinghimasdeepasIcan,lettingmylipsglideandtightenwith eachpull.I canfeelthetensionbuildinginhim,thewayhegetscloserwitheverystrokeofmytongue.
Thenhepullsmyheadoffhimwithahiss.
Heclimbsbackwardupthebeduntilhis headhits thepillow.
Comesitonmyfacewhileyousuckit.