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Knights' Sinner

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The past week has been hell. I couldn’t have sex, or do anything too crazy just to be sure the baby was ok, but now...now I’m desperate. My pussy clenches as I stare at Jackson, his big hands sliding up and down that stunning length. I bite my bottom lip, unable to take my eyes from him. He steps forward, I step back. “Baby,” he rasps. “No playin’.”
“I’m not playing,” I whisper, lifting my eyes from his cock to his face. “You just look so...dominant right now.”
He growls. “That’s because I need to be inside you, and fuck baby, I need it now.”
“No foreplay then?” I laugh nervously.
“Oh, darlin’, I’m goin’ to suck your clit until you scream, don’t doubt it.”
I whimper.
He begins lowering to his knees, and my entire body prickles. I want him. God, I want him. I take a step towards him, and he grins. “That’s my girl, keep comin’ baby.”
I do as he asks; I take another step forward until I’m standing up against him. He hisses through his teeth, and then leans down, sliding his tongue up the inside of my thigh. He takes my foot, lifting it and placing my leg over his shoulder. I stumble a little, and my pussy lands right on his mouth. He growls, I cry out, and then his tongue is inside me, licking, suck, tormenting.
“Jackson, oh god...”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolling it around while his hands grip my ass, massaging it with primal need. He presses my pussy against his face as hard as he can, and his tongue has me screaming and shaking. He groans, tearing his lips from my pussy, and lifting my leg off his shoulder, flipping me around so I land on my hands and knees. Then he grips my hips and lifts them, bringing my pussy back to his mouth. Only this time, it’s from a different angle.
I know my ass is in his face, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, he thrusts his tongue inside my aching flesh, in and out, in and out, while his finger goes around and starts rubbing my clit furiously. Oh shit. I come so hard my arms collapse and I land face first on the mattress sitting on the floor. Jackson groans, and gently puts me down until my knees touch the ground. Then he’s running his fingers up and down my slick sex, before pressing his cock to my entrance.
“Need you, baby.”
“Yes,” I plead.
He uses his hand to guide his cock into my pussy, and I groan at the feeling of him filling me. It feels like it’s been forever. When he’s deep inside me, he runs his hand down my spine, making me shudder. He pulls back gently, slowly, with a guttural groan, and then he plunges back in. I tighten around him, causing a feral curse to escape his lips.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” he murmurs, thrusting his hips again. “So fuckin’ perfect around my cock.”
“Oh god,” I groan. “Say that again.”
“Cock baby, you fuckin’ know how to work my cock.”
“Jackson,” I rasp. “More.”
“My pixie is dirty. She loves it when I tell her how sweet her pussy is wrapped around my cock.”
I jerk, and bolts of pleasure shoot through me.
“Spank me,” I beg.
“Baby,” he groans. “Fuck.”
“Now, Jackson.”
With a hiss, he brings his hand down gently over my ass. I clench around his cock, so he does it again. Oh god, the pain, the pleasure, it has my eyes rolling and my body jerking in response. I can feel my own arousal dampening Jackson’s cock, and I don’t care, I don’t want it to stop. He groans deeply, and massages my ass, before bringing his hand down over it again.
I come.
Oh, do I come.
Jackson growls, gripping my hips and thrusting deep and slow, careful not to hurt me. I feel his cock swell, and then I feel him spurting deep inside me, pulse after pulse. His guttural groan fills the small space, and mine joins in until all I can hear are our cries of pleasure. I drop down onto my stomach when my shaking dies down, and Jackson pulls out, flopping down beside me.
“Shit,” he rasps. “That was hot.”
I laugh softly. “Yeah, it was...”
He rolls to his side, placing a hand on my stomach and gently rubbing. “You ok?”
I nod, meeting his gaze. “Great now.”
“And baby?”
“I’m assuming fine.”
“Tried to go gentle, fuck, it took everything inside me not to pound that sweet cunt.”
My eyes open in shock. “Jackson! Did you just say cunt?”
He grins, and winks at me. “You bring out the dirty in me.”
I giggle. “You’ll have to tame that when the baby comes.”
He snorts. “Can’t take the biker out of a...biker.”
I laugh loudly. “I think you mean you can’t take the biker out of a man.”
He shrugs. “Same difference.”
I roll my eyes and turn my face, staring up at the ceiling.
“Is it goin’ to burn?” he says suddenly.
I turn my face back. “What?”
“Killin’ your dad?”
I flinch, and he lifts himself on his elbows. “Is it goin’ to fuck everything we’re creatin’ here?”
“Do you have any idea what it was like growing up with him?” I say, searching his gaze.
“No, baby, I don’t.”
“It was hell. He was abusive, and cruel, and mentally damaging. I hate him; I hate him more than I’ve hated anything in my entire life, as short as it’s been. He deserves everything he gets. He deserves no one’s pity; he’s a cruel, repulsive monster. It will be the best day of my life when he’s killed. I know that sounds sick, but it’s the truth.”