Knight (Unfinished Hero #1)(54)

Oh.

My.

God.

Definite mini-orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, my baby wants her Daddy,” he growled. Then I was up, his hand on my ass, my legs wrapped around his hips, his other hand in my hair, cupping and tilting my head forcing my lips to his as his mouth took mine. Then he walked us to my bedroom.

He took us down together on my bed.

Then baby got her Daddy.

Delightfully.

* * * * *

“Open,” Knight commanded.

I opened my mouth and he slid the broken off chunk of carrot cake inside. Then I made sure I got all the frosting by closing my lips and gently sucking his thumb as he slid it out.

“Fuck me, baby,” he whispered, my eyes lifted to him, I liked what I saw and even still chewing, I grinned.

His eyes instantly got dark, his other hand went to the covers and slid them over my behind.

My chest seized.

He’d done me bossy then he’d gone into the kitchen to get the food. He came back still in the mood to be bossy and I knew this because he told me to stay on my belly and he fed me.

So I was on my belly in my bed, naked, Knight na**d beside me. The covers were up to his waist, but now down over my bottom. My arms were crossed on the pillow in front of me and I knew by the dark, hungry look on Knight’s face that Daddy had essentially never left but he was definitely home.

His hand glided light over my behind as he ordered, “Spread.”

I started breathing again but I did it heavy.

Then I spread.

Knight’s eyes watched his hand dive in.

I sucked in breath.

He leaned down a bit to get better access.

I started panting.

“Love my pu**y, baby,” Knight muttered. I knew he did because two fingers were stroking deep, rolling, separating, stretching me and my h*ps started jerking. “Be good, Anya.”

I bit my lip and stilled

With one of his hands between my legs, the other one went to the plate sitting on the bed between us, his thumb scored through the thick layer of frosting on the cake, scraping it off then it came to my mouth. Knight slid it inside and I sucked it deeper.

His fingers between my legs stroked faster.

His thumb pulled out of my mouth, he grabbed the plate, shifted it out of the way and did all this as he kept at me between my legs.

Then he shifted close, on a forearm, my eyes lifted to his, his eyes were at my backside and his attention was all on me.

“Lift your ass.”

I came up a little on my knees.

“Higher.”

I came up higher.

He shifted again so his hand could position, his fingers gliding out and one came to my clit.

Oh God. Oh yes. Yes.

My h*ps bucked.

“My baby likes that,” he growled. “Higher.”

I went higher.

“There it is, Anya, keep your ass up high for me and find it, baby.”

I closed my eyes, his finger worked.

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and looked at him hazily. His finger kept working.

“You come, still, you climb on my dick and you ride your Daddy through it, you hear me, baby?”

Oh God. Yes. Oh. Yes.

I nodded.

“Then you ride me until you give it to me.”

I nodded again.

His finger pressed deeper. Nice, so damned nice.

God.

I whimpered.

“Fuck, Anya, you gotta find it. I’m gonna come just watchin’ and listenin’ to you. Move your hips, find it.”

I ground into him desperately, bucking, rocking, jerking.

“Fuck, my baby’s so f**kin’ hot,” he growled and at his words, the workings of his finger, my desperate hips, I came, I did it hard but even coming, I minded.

So still coming, I shifted, moving just as desperately, searching, seeking and my hand wrapped around his hard, thick cock. He’d helpfully rolled to his back so I threw a leg over to straddle him and drove down.

God. He felt so damned good, my back arched, I threw my head back, my arms flew back to catch myself and my hands curled around his solid thighs.

“That’s it, just like that, stay arched like that and ride me,” Knight ordered. His voice was thick, hoarse, abrasive, his hands at my belly, one going up to cup my beast, the other heading down.

I did as I was told and kept coming, one cl**ax rolled into the other then his thumb hit my cl*t and on its heels came the third. Arched deep, exposed, I rode him hard, fast, oh God, oh God, I was going to split in two.

His thumb left my clit, his hands found my h*ps and he yanked down as he surged up and I kept riding him.

“Give me that beauty,” he growled.

I righted, falling forward to my hands on either side of him, my eyes focusing with difficulty on his face.

He pulled me down tight, surging up and I watched as I gave it to him.

I knew he was coming down when one hand slid from my hip to my bottom, fingers clenching in, pads pressed deep, possessive and claiming. His other hand glided up my side, in over my ribs then cupped my breast.

His finger and thumb closed on my hard, sensitive nipple and his eyes watched as they squeezed tight then pulled sharply.

Fire shot through me, I gasped and my h*ps bucked into his.

“Baby likes it rough,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I breathed.