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.