Accidental Knight: A Marriage Mistake Romance(91)

I force myself to pull my eyes off his swollen, pulsing cock and look at him again. “Why?”

“You’re looking at the reason. Everything you’ve been doing to me all night.” He sits up, grabbing his cock with his fist, giving it a mighty pull.

Oh, mama.

“You really can’t figure out what that shit downstairs was all about, beautiful?” He pauses, just long enough for me to shake my head. “Wanted to give you a little taste of what I’ve been feeling since dinner. You did one thing wrong when we fucked earlier today, Annabelle.”

I hold my breath, cheeks flushed like a sunburn. Something about hearing him drawl my full name makes me so wet, so hot, so ready, it’s a small miracle I’m still standing.

“Wrong?”

“Yeah. You left me hard for hours. When we fuck, round two, three, and four ought to be a given.”

Oh. My. God.

Is he for real? The longer I look at him, the more I realize that yup, he’s serious.

“Um, Dad kinda interrupted us. Wasn’t like I had much choice in the–”

He sits up, quick as lightning, and leans forward. Before I know what’s happening, he pulls on the belt to my robe, snatching it open.

“Here’s your choice, baby girl. Come the hell over here and suck. You do a good job, I might make that sweet fuckin’ pussy come so hard again you’ll be thinking Drake for days.”

His eyes take no prisoners. I’m swallowed up, devoured in bright-blue light, making me feel naked and vulnerable and totally his.

Is there even a question what happens next?

The idea that I gave him a hard-on like this thrills me. And what he’s asking for, wanting me to use my mouth...it’s something I’ve always wondered about for ages.

Smiling, I saunter forward, sinking to my knees as he shifts his knees apart. Memories of watching a couple dirty movies Alexa and the other girls brought – because that’s what college girls do – flash in my head.

Mom would’ve died if she’d known. She insisted I join the sorority that first year. After tonight, I might have a good reason to thank her.

“Hmm, I dunno. You’re sure it’s ready?” I whisper, moving my fingers achingly slow.

His eyes turn to feral pinpricks. Drake grabs my hand as it slides down his stomach. “Seriously, darlin’.”

“I am being serious.” Smiling, I push my hand down farther, my pussy tensing as I feel his abs, and then the divine line of coarse hair trailing to his erection.

“Bella, seriously,” he growls, eclipsing my hand with his, totally impatient, pushing my fingers down.

Oh, wow. The second my fingers touch the seething skin of his cock, he jolts slightly. “Shit! Let’s fuckin’ go.”

I don’t need to be told twice. Wrapping my fingers around him, I don’t even stop to savor his heat, his hardness, his fire before I’m moving. My nipples ache, wetness leaking down my thighs as I stroke his full, awesome length down to his base, down to the fire in his balls.

Too slow. I love how his entire body shudders, powerful muscles flexing like they’re showing off just for me. It’s all too easy to remember what they can do to me when he goes full fury.

“Bella,” he groans. “For fuck’s sake...”

“Nope, my sake,” I whisper, running my hand up and down the base again, this time a little faster. There, I spread my fingers, exploring his balls.

Thunder echoes in his throat again, animal and raw.

I peek at him, at how his eyes glaze over, how his teeth sink deep into his lower lip.

“Bella.”

My name is a growl, and I love it. I release his balls, grasping his dick again firmly, and this time, I pump it gently. When my hand reaches the top again, I feel something slick and intoxicating, his pre-come oozing out the tip.

My own wetness intensifies. I press my thighs together, stroking him again, working my hand faster.

His cock pulsates in my hand and I’m gone.

Snarling, he grabs my waist, pulls me toward him. He fists my hair, with just the right pressure to make it burn at the roots, and then he’s pushing me down, down, down on his dick.

I barely have time to flick my tongue across the top before sealing my lips around his shaft.

The skin is even softer against my lips, velvet over steel. Smooth and supple. Solid.

My tongue delights at his taste, and I hoist myself up on my knees to plunge deeper, taking more of him.

“Fuck.” Another low groan escapes his throat, just like the one I’d heard that brought me here.

His fingers tangle my hair around them and pull, mimicking my movements, guiding me to suck like he commands.

A moan slips out of me and pools around his length. I go down harder, just like he’s urging with his hand, pressing my tongue into the underside around his swollen head.

Alexa told me guys like that. And it must be true because Drake’s head rolls back, his jaw tenses, and I feel his cock swell in my mouth.

For a second, I’m panicked, wondering if he’s about to come.

But his whole body shudders, this mountain of muscle, flexing again and again as his huge chest swells with ragged breaths.

No. Not yet. I’m not done sucking and I don’t want to stop. My hand works his base, ears burning as I hear him curse again.

“Shit, darlin’. You’re a natural.”