Bad to the Bones(51)

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

What was I, some kind of whore? No one at Bihari dared beg anyone for anything. You could just bet your ass they’d be giving you the opposite of whatever it was you wanted.

“That’s it,” Knoxie said soothingly as he speared me with his fat cock. I felt it flexing inside of me, plumping up fatter and longer, but I was all about what he was doing to my button. “Keep it up, Bella. I’m going to bring you higher and higher. Don’t even think. Just concentrate on my fingers.”

My heart nearly broke. He wasn’t even asking me to concentrate on his dick, the center of the universe for all men!

So he knew he was doing something urgent to me with his fingers. I tried to relax and let go, allow his fingers to take me where they would. I propped one heavy boot on the lowest shelf of a nearby bookcase, giving Knoxie easier access to my core.

“That’s it, babe,” he breathed. He was amazingly talented, diddling me like that while keeping up a steady thrusting rhythm with his hips. My uterus was fluttering, that’s the only word for it, fluttering. The tension built, spread to all my female organs, and soon my very ovaries were shuddering with a strange kind of thrilling, edgy, nervous energy. Knoxie’s fingers were coaxing this beautiful, blooming explosion from me, and before long I knew the floodgates had opened.

“Agh!”

I heard my voice from outside my body. It was like I stood in the next room listening in on this convulsing, idiotic mental patient. Knoxie had broken through the dam, and my pelvis was flooded with ecstasy. It was like a dandelion pod had broken deep within me, spreading seeds to all four corners of the world.

The bliss washed over me, wave after wave. At the beginning, each new wave was more blissful than the last. It took a while for them to ebb. My entire uterus was clutched in a giant grasping hand that seemed to squeeze it for every last drop of blood. It took me many long minutes to realize I had gripped a handful of Knoxie’s hair at the back of his head, and was probably hurting him, my knuckles were so white.

Without any conscious commandment, my * clenched at his long, fat dick. It was like I wanted to drain every last drop from him, too. We remained locked together like that for what seemed like a long f*cking time. I died and was reborn about a dozen times.

I’m not accustomed to feelings. It was strange, wild, and unreal to be feeling such intense sensation gripping every atom of my insides. My mind shut down, overwhelmed by the deluge of consciousness. By the time I came to and gathered myself, I was sniffling, sobbing, almost tearing poor Knoxie’s scalp off his head. I held him to me with every available weapon—my thighs, my fists, my *.

Poor guy. He had probably never f*cked a woman who’d never experienced an orgasm.

“What…the f*ck…” I remember whispering. My lower jaw was chattering against my upper, my teeth clacking like oldfangled typewriter keys.

Knoxie held himself deep inside me, barely breathing. His fat penis jumped and twitched up against my womb. I had literally never been this close to another man, and it bonded us in a terrifying way. Knoxie was right. The Bihari sex had been wham, bam, thank you ma’am. This was deep, intense, and dare I say it…emotional.

Too emotional for me.

Slamming my boot to the floor, I tried to push Knoxie away. “Well,” I said awkwardly. “That was nice.”

“It’s still nice, Bella. What’s wrong? Having a mind-blowing orgasm scares you?”

I pushed harder this time. By squirming my hips, I could get his dick to slide from me. “Well, yes! What the f*ck was that?” I strode furiously to the window, adjusting my panties. “Is that how it is for all women? I thought something was going to break inside of me just from being squeezed so hard!” In fact, I think I was still coming. My inner * walls seemed to miss Knoxie, still clutching at a ghost dick. I put my hands on the sill and leaned, panting.

“That was your first.”

I couldn’t see Knoxie, but I could tell he wore a sly smile. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I could not lie. “Yes. I suppose.” I shrugged. “Never got that much into masturbation as a teen, and no one ever mentioned it at Bihari.”

“You’d think they would. Sounds like some self-actualization type of thing.”

“Maybe for men only.” Then I realized how funny that statement was, because it was probably true, and I started laughing. Turning around, I saw that Knoxie was laughing too, his hand lightly caressing his stomach over the T-shirt. That reminded me, Maddy had told me to find out where he was injured, so I approached him seductively. I rubbed my tits against his chest to see if he winced. I thought I could feel a bandage or something over his left pec, so I felt the hot, naked strip of flesh at his waist.

“You’re very good,” I said. Flattery always distracted men.

Not Knoxie. He gripped my exploring hand. “Now I seriously have to go shower. I’m thinking of maybe staying here at the Citadel a few days, lay low, go on a personal lockdown.”

My other hand strayed up his waist, bunching up the hem of his shirt as I went. “Is someone after you?” When would I ever learn not to ask questions?

“Could be. Hey, hey, hey. You seriously don’t want dried blood all over you.” By twisting his torso, Knoxie wrenched himself from my clutches, but not before my roving hand had felt a large, crinkly bandage covering the area of his left nipple.