“Knox!” she screamed.
“Shut that shit up and take this dick like a good girl.”
At first, my strokes were hard and fast, and she shut her mouth and took it like a good girl. When I slowed down, takingmy time to ensure she felt every inch, every vein, and every pulse from my third leg, she screamed my name.
“Knox! Oh my, fuck! Knox!”
“Damn, Skye. This pussy feels like home.”
“Knox! Oh my God!”
“This my pussy, and that ain’t a fucking question,” I declared through gritted teeth.
“Mmm.”
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“Mmm,” she moaned again.
“Nah. That ain’t the answer I’m looking for.”
I buried my face in her neck, and my thrusts became stronger. I alternated between biting and sucking her neck as my loins crashed against hers.
“Fuck, Knox! I’m about to?—”
My head popped up.
“Hold that shit! Don’t fucking cum until you tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
I stopped moving, and she damn near had a fit. I knew her orgasm was close, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until I heard what I needed to hear.
“Please, Knox.”
“Fuck that begging, baby. Let me hear it.”
“It’s yours! This pussy is yours!” She damn near cried.
A few strokes later, our juices collided, and you couldn’t tell me all wasn’t right with the world. If Skye thought this would be a one-time thing, she’d better think again because there was no way in the world I could move forward with my life without regular doses of her pussy.
After that longtalk with my mother, I did some soul searching and realized a few things. I concluded that I needed confirmation that Knox was still interested in me, and before I drove myself crazy, it would benefit me to find out.
I still needed an estimate for a patio and hadn’t bothered to reach out to anyone else, so I figured I’d have Knox do it, and use the opportunity to feel him out.
When he arrived, I kept things professional, showing him pictures of what I wanted, then taking him outside to survey the area. I didn’t want to be in the way, so I came back inside to wait for him.
He didn’t waste any time putting me in the hot seat. When I offered him that bottle of water, I should’ve been drinking it myself because I was more than hot and bothered.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he gulped the water. It was a shame that I was jealous of a damn water bottle because it got to feel his lips, and I’d never had that opportunity. When he put the cap back on the bottle and set it on the counter, his gaze met mine, and I could’ve melted.
When I asked him to come over to look at my backyard, I wasn’t expecting us to end up having rounds of the best sex I’d had in my life, and I didn’t regret a single second.
I didn’t recall falling asleep, but I woke up to complete darkness, wrapped in a strong set of arms. It only took a moment for my memory to be flooded with the events of the evening, making me smile.
Knox St. Patrick was definitely that nigga in the bedroom. His skills far exceeded all three men I’d been dealing with, so I had no problem cutting them off.
It had been years since I’d wondered what would happen next between a man and me after our first sexual interaction. Once I’d decided that I wasn’t looking for love or long-term companionship, I didn’t care if we never spoke again.
With Knox, it crossed my mind when our lips connected for the first time, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I’d asked myself numerous times over the past year why I was so attracted to him, and I'd come up with nothing.