She didn’t know how much time had passed before he was pulling into the parking lot of a nice looking motel.
There was a red sign to say there were vacancies and also that they were open.
Following Knife inside, she waited for the key. He paid for the room, and then they were outside the far room on the first floor.
He opened the door, and she entered, going straight to the curtains to draw them closed.
Knife closed the door, and she turned to him, fisting her hands at her sides. This was all new to her, and now she was nervous as hell.
He flicked the light on, and the bulb created a nice glow within the room.
“Could we turn it off?”
“You’ve not got a chance. When I fuck you, Sarah, I’m going to be watching you. I’m going to see you, and I’m not going to take you in the dark.” He stepped up close to her, and he held onto her shoulders. The tips of his fingers stroked beneath the edge of her dress. Down his hands went going to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands, but he didn’t look down. His gaze remained on hers, and she loved it. There was no way she could walk away. He stroked her nipples then moved down, touching over her stomach.
She tried to suck in the evidence of her more rounded stomach, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“There’s no need to hide from me, baby. Your body is sexy as fuck.” He rounded her stomach, to grab her hips, then down to her ass. “Every single inch of you is perfection. No one should tell you otherwise. These tits, they’re full, and I bet you’ve got large nipples, red, and begging to be sucked.” He stroked her pointed nipples, before moving down. “Your hips are for real men that need something to hold onto.” He didn’t stop there. Knife pressed his hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy. “I can see from your face how responsive you are. I bet you’ve got a nice, fat cunt ready for my dick. I’m not a small man, Sarah. I’m a large man, and I need a good, full woman to take me. I want that woman to be you.”
“Knife,” she said his name, moaning at the same time.
He reached behind her, and started to lower the zipper. “Are you ready to take me, baby? Because I’m ready to call you my own.”
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Pulling her dress down, Knife wasn’t surprised when she tried to cover herself up. He wasn’t going to allow that shit to happen. Sarah had no reason to hide from him, and he wasn’t going to allow her to ever think that shit was acceptable.
Gripping her wrists, he shook his head. “Don’t do that, babe. You’ve got nothing to hide from me.” He lowered her hands down to her sides, and did the same with the dress. She wore a black lace bra beneath that didn’t show him enough skin. Leaving the dress at her waist, he fingered the straps of her bra, and peeled them down her arms. When they were loose at her elbows, he fingered the edge of the lace, watching her quiver. Removing the lace, he tugged them down, and finally allowed himself the pleasure of seeing her naked tits. They were large just as he imagined, with big, red nipples that were currently puckered. He wanted her so badly. His cock pressed against the front of his jeans, begging for attention.
He ignored it. Right now, he focused on her. Flicking the catch at the back of the bra, he threw it away from him, not caring where it landed. “Fuck, Sarah, you’re better than I imagined.”
“You’ve imagined me?”
“Hell, yeah, I’ve imagined, and my own thoughts have not done you justice.” Cupping her tits, he ran his thumb across each nipple, watching her reaction. She moaned, arching her back just a little. Leaning forward, he took one of her beaded nipples between his teeth. He bit down, then sucked the hard bud into his mouth. She cried out, and her hands sank into the hair at the back of his neck. Pushing the dress down past her hips, he released her first nipple to make sure the dress had fallen to the floor. When he saw it had, he went to her second nipple, and sucked on the hard tip. Using his teeth, he bit just a little harder and then smoothed out the pain with his tongue. Dragging his tongue across the valley of her breasts, he did the same to the other. Stroking her naked back, he kissed up her chest, taking her mouth once again.
Moving away, he tugged his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. She stood in her panties, and he took hold of her hand. “I know you’re shy, but here with me, there’s no need to be.” It was refreshing to have a woman be so submissive, and that was what Sarah was, submissive. This wasn’t in the sense of BDSM. He was not a Dom, and he wasn’t into whips, chains, or shit like that. He was more than creative without it.
Placing her fingers against his belt, he put his hands at the back of his head. “Take it off.”
“You want me to remove your belt?”
“Babe, you’re naked apart from those pretty lace panties. Get me as naked as you.” He quickly kicked off his boots and left himself open for her.
Her hands shook a little as she removed his belt. His body moved this way and that as she tugged.
Knife couldn’t look away as he watched her work. Her tits shook with each movement, and he was mesmerized by the sight. His cock tightened even more, and he wondered for a second what she would think of his cock.
The one department his family hadn’t failed him was with his dick. At a young age, he’d had girls panting after him. A lot of guys hated him as he could satisfy a great deal of women, and he learned how to get the best out of a woman.
To him, getting off wasn’t just about fucking. He loved to have a woman screaming, bringing her to the peak of pleasure, and to keep her orgasm constant. Knife never stopped until they were begging, and then he made sure to have them screaming his name.
“You ever removed a man’s pants before?” he asked, chuckling as he turned left then right.
“Not really.” Her cheeks were a lovely shade of red.
Removing his hand from the back of his head, he stroked her cheek. “I love this color on you.”
“I can’t help it. I seem to be constantly blushing in your company.”