Knight's Mistress
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‘Tell me what Jack MacKenzie chatted about.’
She flushed.
‘That lurid – my, my.’
‘It was his idea of flirting.’
‘Did he ask you to come see his yacht in his usual obscene way?’
She blushed again.
‘He thinks women like that. Did you flirt back?’ The tone was threatening.
‘No!’
‘But he must have been hopeful. You chatted with him a long time.’
‘Jesus, were you timing him?’
‘I was timing everyone, darling.’ He’d resented every man who’d spoken to her. He’d wanted to lock her away, keep her for himself alone, possess her in the most elemental way. An unthinkable concept. Until tonight.
‘OK, I’m done. That’s way over the line.’
He looked amused. ‘No sex, then?’
‘No, dammit!’
With a proper balance of insolence and regret, he said, ‘If you’re not interested in sex, maybe you could just go down on me.’
‘I’m sorry, I’m not one of your by-the-hour girlfriends. Jack yourself.’
‘But I don’t want to.’
‘Good. Then we can leave.’
‘You’re not dressed.’
‘I’ll get dressed.’
‘You’d have to reach your dress first.’
‘Seriously, you can’t be jealous of those men?’
‘No, I just want to fuck you and you’re giving me grief a hundred different ways.’
She scowled at him. ‘Ask me about getting grief.’
He almost smiled at her before he caught himself. ‘No one’s ever complained before.’
‘Then it’s time someone did.’
He slowly exhaled, moved a few steps to the sofa, dropped on it like a rock, slid into a lounging pose, looked up at her from under the dark fringe of his lashes. ‘We seem to be at an impasse.’
‘Because you can’t have your way.’
‘Or you yours. I might as well jack off. Throw me my shirt, will you?’
‘Are you really?’
‘Damn right.’ He held out his hand. ‘My shirt, please.’
Walking over to the pile of his clothes, she bent, picked up the shirt and brought it over to him.
‘Thank you.’ Taking the shirt from her, he dropped it on his legs, circled his erection with his closed fist and proceeded to slowly jack off. His eyes half closed, his right hand moving up and down in an easy rhythm, his left hand idly stroking his heavy testicles, his massive prick rose higher and higher.
She might not have existed, he was in another place behind his lowered eyelids, absorbed in the full blast of hot sensation, a half smile on his face.
Suddenly her breath was lodged in her throat, her gaze trained on each spiking expansion, each turgid swell of his huge erection. Clenching her thighs to contain the combustible frenzy within, the high-pressure jolts to her senses, her mind went white and empty save for the unclouded vision of Dominic’s gigantic dick.
She squirmed at his next strong downstroke, felt the warm liquid ooze into her panties, was astonished to hear her soft, breathy moan, the sound so explicitly carnal she was appalled.
He heard it, knew the sound. His lashes lifted marginally. ‘Ask for it,’ he whispered, his fingers smoothly sliding downward.
‘Please, Dominic.’
‘Please what?’ His voice was hushed, his breathing raspy, his fingers deft, professional, up and down, up and down.
‘Please give it to me,’ she said on a suffocated breath, every sexual nerve fuelled and frantic, the hotspur throbbing inside her echoing in her ears.
‘Go down on me.’
‘Afterwards, please.’
‘No, now. And get rid of those,’ he said with a lift of his chin.
She hastily unhooked her bra, shoved a thumb under the waistband of her panties, wiggled her hips.
He whispered, ‘There’s a good girl,’ and moved so she could reach him more easily. Smiling as she kneeled without looking at him, he quietly ordered, ‘You don’t have to swallow. I’m going to come in you. Did you hear?’ She was breathing hard, her gaze unfocused, her hot little sex controlling her brain as usual. Her appetite for fucking was really amazing.
He blamed the long two hours of watching her with other men for spurring his hair-trigger urgency because she’d no more than lowered her head over his dick, filled her mouth full, when he abruptly shoved her away. As she toppled backwards, he dived after her, crushed her into the carpet and plunged none too gently inside her.
She squealed.
He grunted.
And a moment later they both felt the same revelatory, unblemished wonder.
It was like reaching home after an endless journey.
Or finding safe haven from a storm.
Or perhaps finding love for those with an open mind.
Once ensconced in his own special paradise, Dominic’s ransacking assault gave way to more rational impulses and he turned his attention to pleasing the woman in his arms. He kissed her gently, moved in her with delicacy and finesse, supplied her with multiple orgasms before indulging himself.
Pleasing her because it pleased him.
Several hot and heavy orgasms later, her eyes at half mast, her voice husky, Kate whispered, ‘You’re worth every minute of trouble.’ They were back on the couch, the firelight flickering over their sweating bodies.
‘Ummm,’ he said agreeably, concentrating on the exact depth of penetration before she made that hot little gasp.
She flushed.
‘That lurid – my, my.’
‘It was his idea of flirting.’
‘Did he ask you to come see his yacht in his usual obscene way?’
She blushed again.
‘He thinks women like that. Did you flirt back?’ The tone was threatening.
‘No!’
‘But he must have been hopeful. You chatted with him a long time.’
‘Jesus, were you timing him?’
‘I was timing everyone, darling.’ He’d resented every man who’d spoken to her. He’d wanted to lock her away, keep her for himself alone, possess her in the most elemental way. An unthinkable concept. Until tonight.
‘OK, I’m done. That’s way over the line.’
He looked amused. ‘No sex, then?’
‘No, dammit!’
With a proper balance of insolence and regret, he said, ‘If you’re not interested in sex, maybe you could just go down on me.’
‘I’m sorry, I’m not one of your by-the-hour girlfriends. Jack yourself.’
‘But I don’t want to.’
‘Good. Then we can leave.’
‘You’re not dressed.’
‘I’ll get dressed.’
‘You’d have to reach your dress first.’
‘Seriously, you can’t be jealous of those men?’
‘No, I just want to fuck you and you’re giving me grief a hundred different ways.’
She scowled at him. ‘Ask me about getting grief.’
He almost smiled at her before he caught himself. ‘No one’s ever complained before.’
‘Then it’s time someone did.’
He slowly exhaled, moved a few steps to the sofa, dropped on it like a rock, slid into a lounging pose, looked up at her from under the dark fringe of his lashes. ‘We seem to be at an impasse.’
‘Because you can’t have your way.’
‘Or you yours. I might as well jack off. Throw me my shirt, will you?’
‘Are you really?’
‘Damn right.’ He held out his hand. ‘My shirt, please.’
Walking over to the pile of his clothes, she bent, picked up the shirt and brought it over to him.
‘Thank you.’ Taking the shirt from her, he dropped it on his legs, circled his erection with his closed fist and proceeded to slowly jack off. His eyes half closed, his right hand moving up and down in an easy rhythm, his left hand idly stroking his heavy testicles, his massive prick rose higher and higher.
She might not have existed, he was in another place behind his lowered eyelids, absorbed in the full blast of hot sensation, a half smile on his face.
Suddenly her breath was lodged in her throat, her gaze trained on each spiking expansion, each turgid swell of his huge erection. Clenching her thighs to contain the combustible frenzy within, the high-pressure jolts to her senses, her mind went white and empty save for the unclouded vision of Dominic’s gigantic dick.
She squirmed at his next strong downstroke, felt the warm liquid ooze into her panties, was astonished to hear her soft, breathy moan, the sound so explicitly carnal she was appalled.
He heard it, knew the sound. His lashes lifted marginally. ‘Ask for it,’ he whispered, his fingers smoothly sliding downward.
‘Please, Dominic.’
‘Please what?’ His voice was hushed, his breathing raspy, his fingers deft, professional, up and down, up and down.
‘Please give it to me,’ she said on a suffocated breath, every sexual nerve fuelled and frantic, the hotspur throbbing inside her echoing in her ears.
‘Go down on me.’
‘Afterwards, please.’
‘No, now. And get rid of those,’ he said with a lift of his chin.
She hastily unhooked her bra, shoved a thumb under the waistband of her panties, wiggled her hips.
He whispered, ‘There’s a good girl,’ and moved so she could reach him more easily. Smiling as she kneeled without looking at him, he quietly ordered, ‘You don’t have to swallow. I’m going to come in you. Did you hear?’ She was breathing hard, her gaze unfocused, her hot little sex controlling her brain as usual. Her appetite for fucking was really amazing.
He blamed the long two hours of watching her with other men for spurring his hair-trigger urgency because she’d no more than lowered her head over his dick, filled her mouth full, when he abruptly shoved her away. As she toppled backwards, he dived after her, crushed her into the carpet and plunged none too gently inside her.
She squealed.
He grunted.
And a moment later they both felt the same revelatory, unblemished wonder.
It was like reaching home after an endless journey.
Or finding safe haven from a storm.
Or perhaps finding love for those with an open mind.
Once ensconced in his own special paradise, Dominic’s ransacking assault gave way to more rational impulses and he turned his attention to pleasing the woman in his arms. He kissed her gently, moved in her with delicacy and finesse, supplied her with multiple orgasms before indulging himself.
Pleasing her because it pleased him.
Several hot and heavy orgasms later, her eyes at half mast, her voice husky, Kate whispered, ‘You’re worth every minute of trouble.’ They were back on the couch, the firelight flickering over their sweating bodies.
‘Ummm,’ he said agreeably, concentrating on the exact depth of penetration before she made that hot little gasp.
