Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox)

CHAPTER 028: All Of You

My body obeys before my mind can catch up.

I part my lips, tongue darting out to taste the tip of his dick. Salty. Warm. Metallic from the piercing. My fingers curl around his shaft, and when I close my lips around him, his hips jolt forward.

"Fuck," he hisses, hand gripping my hair tighter.

I take him deeper, inch by inch, until I gag slightly-and he groans again, a low sound that makes my thighs clench. I pull back, saliva trailing down my chin, and do it again. This time slower. My hand works what I can't take, twisting slightly. "Just like that, Kitten. Just like that."

He pulses in my mouth, and when I look up at him through my lashes, his eyes have gone dark.

His fingers are tangled so deeply in my hair that I can feel the sting on my scalp- and then he starts to move.

His hips thrust forward, driving himself deeper. My throat stretches, gags, spasms.

"Take it," he says, the words punched out through clenched teeth. "Take what you came for."

I moan around him, the sound choked and wet, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I try to breathe around the weight of him. He pulls back just enough to let me gasp-then drives in again, harder, deeper.

Spit is everywhere-slicking my chin, stringing from my lips, coating his dick. My hands clutch at his thighs, nails digging in, but I don't stop him. I don't want to.

His moans are guttural now. Less controlled. One thumb presses to the corner of my mouth, dragging down to smear the mess across my jaw as he fucks in and out, panting.

"Look at you,” he snarls. "Eyes watering, lips swollen. You love this. You love letting me use your mouth."

And I do.

God help me, I do.

I try to speak, but all I manage is another needy sound that vibrates against him, causing him to grunt.noveldrama

He yanks me off him with a pop, dragging my head back by my hair. I'm panting, lips slick and swollen, chin soaked, tears tracking down my cheeks. I lick my lips, tasting the precum still stuck there.

He stares down at me with adoration in his eyes.

"You look so goddamn pretty when you're ruined," he says.

He releases my hair, and I stay on my knees for a moment, catching my breath. My chest rises and falls in sharp pulls.

I look up to see that he's already moved to the chair and is sitting, legs open, sprawled like temptation incarnate. His dick is still out, thick and glistening, his pants shoved low on his hips.

"Get up and take off your clothes," he says. "I want to see all of you."

I push myself to my feet, trembling a little as I reach for the coat. The air is cool against my skin, and my thighs are soaked. Slowly, I shrug off my coat, draping it over the arm of the chair. My fingers go to the zipper of my dress. I watch him as ! drag it down.

Knox doesn't blink.

Doesn't move.

Just watches.

His eyes blaze with hunger as I pull the dress over my head and toss it on the coat. I'm left in nothing but my black panties and heels. His gaze traces every inch of me like he's memorizing the curve of my waist, the swell of my breasts, the flush in my cheeks.

He leans back slightly and reaches into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a foil packet. My breath catches as I watch him tear it open with his teeth, roll the condom down over himself with one hand.

I bite my lip, eyes never leaving his.

"This is what you want," he says. "Hurry up and come sit on my dick."

I quickly reach for my panties, but his voice cuts in like steek

"Leave that on."

I still.

"Come ride me."

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I walk to him, climb the chair, and crouch on each side of his spread legs. One of

his hands grips my hip. The other slides

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between my thighs, pulling the soaked lace aside.

"Now," he says.

I lower myself slowly, inch by aching inch, feeling the stretch as I sink onto him.

My body clutches around him instinctively, desperate, greedy. He groans, head falling back. Then-

I feel it.

The vibrator.

He's turned it on again.

I whimper, fingers flying to his chest for balance as the pulse of it hits my clit at the same time he fills me completely.

"Don't lose yourself now, Kitten," he murmurs, catching my jaw between his fingers. "Ride me."

I start to move. Slow, deep grinds. My thighs shake as I lift and sink, lift and sink, each motion rubbing the vibrating device harder into my clit. The pleasure is too much. Too sharp. Each bounce has me clenching, twitching, gasping.

"Harder," he growls. "Faster."

His hands grab my hips, dragging me down harder each time I rise. Our bodies slap together in a rhythm that turns the night air into steam. The pressure builds like lightning in my spine.

He sits up suddenly, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking deeply. Then he bites. His other hand pinches the opposite one, twisting until I cry out.

"Look at you," he says, after releasing the nipple with a pop. "So fucking perfect like this."

I grind harder, stars bursting behind my eyes.

"Say it," he groans. "Say you wanted this."

"I wanted this," I choke. "God, I wanted this-"

He thrusts up into me as I ride him. My thighs are burning from the motion, but I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I need this -need him.

The vibrator is relentless. Every grind against his cock sends a pulse directly into my clit, lighting my nerves on fire. My hips falter. My moans rise. I can't hold it back much longer.

Knox's teeth graze the underside of my breast. "Come for me, Kitten," he says. "Right on my dick. Let it go."

And I do.