“That’s fine then. Were you hurt?” she asked.
“Search me if you want.”
He chuckled as Leah started unbuckling his belt. She unzipped him, pulled his thickening prick out. The red tip was already leaking pre-cum. The tense and awkward moment had passed.
“Take off your dress,” Knox ordered.
Leah fumbled with the top buttons. Growing impatient, he helped her along. In moments, his queen sat on his lap, only wearing the black lace underwear Knox gave her for their four-month anniversary.
She stole his breath away, even now. Knox reached behind her bra and unhooked it, exposing her breasts. Knox took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. At the same time, he reached for her underwear and shredded it. Knox tossed the fabric aside.
“That was one of my favorites.” Leah protested.
Knox raised his head from her nipple only to find Leah pouting at him. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
“Plural?” she asked with the raise of her eyebrows.
“Anything you want, kitten.” Knox slid his fingers inside her cunt, not surprised to find her already wet for him. “Touch yourself.”
Leah’s face turned pink as she began stroking her pussy with her hand. Knox’s mouth went dry. His cock went from half to full mast as Leah arched her back and spread her legs even wider.
She was so into it, she seemed to have forgotten her initial embarrassment. She once told Knox how much it turned her on when he fucked her while she was nude and he remained dressed. He would’ve ruined a million designer suits for her.
“That’s so fucking hot, baby. Keep at it. Make yourself ready for me.” He started working his prick as he watched her face turn flushed, her pupils dilated.
Watching her come made Knox groan. He lifted her hand to his mouth afterward and licked them dry.
“Knox,” she murmured. “I need you inside me.”
When Leah came into his possession half a year ago, she’d been a shy and inexperienced virgin. He’d watched her grow into this confident and sexy woman who knew what she wanted. Leah wasn’t afraid to tell her man about her desires.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he said.
Leah held on to his shoulders and lowered herself slowly down his cock. He was aware the car had stopped for a long time now. They had probably arrived at the parking lot of his apartment building. Knox heard a door slam shut. He knew Craig and two of his men were outside, keeping watch for any threats.
Knox dismissed them from his mind. It was hard to form logical thoughts, especially when his cock was buried deep inside Leah’s tight and wet pussy. Leah rode him, swaying side to side, up and down. She managed to tease groans out of him. Knox held her waist and started thrusting in and out of her.
A needy moan spilled from her lips. Good thing the car was soundproof. Her screams were only for his ears, no one else’s. Knox silenced her with another kiss as he continued rutting her. Leah bounced on his lap and rode Knox like a cowgirl as he plundered her mouth.
Knox pulled away. He made sure his cock brushed against her sensitive clit every single time. Leah gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders. Knox’s last push tossed her over the edge of oblivion. She came all over his cock with a whimper. Knox hammered her a couple more times before filling her with his seed.
He caressed her sweat-soaked hair with affection. Time and time again, he pictured her in their kitchen, barefoot and pregnant. Carrying their child. Something would smell good in the kitchen. A cake she just made. She would smile up at Knox, just like the way she did in the present.
That trusting smile was genuine, full of warmth, reminding Knox once again that he was one lucky bastard. He managed to score a fucking goddess and he was going to keep her forever.
“I love you, Knox,” she whispered against his ear.
Leah’s confession stunned him into complete silence. Knox tightened his grip on her, despite knowing he was bound to leave bruises. Leah didn’t complain. She wiggled in his arms and rested her head against his chest. How could three innocent and simple words have such a profound effect on him?
Never had anyone spoken those words to him before, not even his own mother.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she murmured. “I know.”
Leah wasn’t just his woman. She was Knox’s soul mate. She understood him in ways no one else could. Expressing himself had always been difficult. Showing emotion equated to weakness in his father’s eyes.
His old man once forced Knox to kill a stray dog that he’d been secretly nursing back to health in his bedroom. That was the kind of monster Knox’s father was and he turned Knox into another monster.
Knox never thought a man like him was capable of caring for another living soul until Leah entered his life. He cupped her cheek, making her look at him. Knox would only expose his soul to Leah. For her, Knox let himself become weak.
“Love you back,” he whispered.