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.
“Yes, what?”
My hooded eyes found his and I whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
A sexy, rough, hot, amazing, unintelligible growl rolled up his throat. I heard it even as I felt it rumble through the heat of me and his fingers at my nipple tugged again, hard. So I gave it to him again exactly as I knew he wanted it.
After I bucked, gasped and moaned, Knight’s arms closed around me, he rolled me to my back with him on me, not disconnecting. His mouth crushed mine in a hard, deep, thorough kiss that took what was left of me.
Then he broke the kiss, lifted his head and his still heated, beautiful eyes roamed my face.
“Wrap me up, Anya,” he muttered and I did.
His hand came up and he used the tips of his fingers to slide tendrils of my hair away from my face. Then they moved over my cheek, my jaw, my lips as he watched. Then his hand glided into the side of my hair as his eyes found mine.
“You full?” he asked quietly and I was, full of food, still full of him.
“Yeah.”
His eyes held mine and they did this a long time.
Then he asked gently, “Did I make my baby happy?” and my limbs all automatically squeezed.
He wanted that, to give that to me. He wanted it badly.
I gave him this and I liked it.