Ride And Obey MC

Eleven

Knox POV

Using my thighs, I push her knees wider, spreading her open as far as she’ll go. I rock deep, letting her feel every inch, watching the way her back arches and her fingers dig into the tops of her own hands.

“Goddamn, you feel good, Kitten,” I groan, slamming into her again, watching the way her body jerks from the force of it. “So f*****g tight. So damn sweet like this.”

I can’t look away from her. The curve of her spine, the flush across her shoulders, the way her body shakes and begs even when her lips stay silent. She’s a vision of submission and fire, of chaos wrapped in control, and she’s mine tonight.

I pull her up suddenly, keeping her wrists locked tight behind her as I drag her back to kneel upright against my chest. My other hand moves from her hair to wrap gently around her throat, squeezing and claiming.

She cries out softly, and I begin to thrust again, slow at first, letting her feel every hard inch dragging through her, then harder, faster, building a brutal rhythm that knocks the breath from both of us.

Her body’s soaked. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. It’s messy and raw and f*****g perfect.

“Give it to me, Red,” I growl against her neck. “Don’t hold back. I want all of it. Everything you’ve got.”

She tries to collapse forward, tries to run from the pleasure ripping through her, but I don’t let her. I hold her tight, keep her upright and vulnerable, exposed and trembling in my arms.

“Not good enough,” I snarl, teeth grazing her earlobe. “You’re gonna give me everything. Every cry, every shake, every drop of that sweet p***y soaking me. You got it?”

She nods frantically, whimpering, her body already locking up tight like she’s on the edge.

“That’s it,” I murmur darkly, lips brushing her skin. “Let go for me. Scream if you need to. I’ve got you, Red. You’re mine tonight.”

Her breath comes in broken gasps, her head tipped back against my shoulder as I keep her pinned in place. Her wrists are still locked in my grip, her spine arched beautifully, and I can feel every tremor rippling through her as her body struggles to hold itself together.

She’s right there—right on the edge—and I f*****g feel it in the way she clutches around me, in the soft, desperate sounds spilling from her lips.

“Don’t fight it,” I whisper against the sweat-slicked skin of her throat. “Don’t hold it in. I want the part of you no one’s ever seen. The part you’ve buried so damn deep, even you forgot it was there.”

I thrust harder, my hips driving up as my chest presses flush against her back. She cries out, the sound half-sob, half-moan, and my c**k throbs with the need to keep her there, to break her apart piece by piece until she forgets everything but me.

“You feel that?” I growl, dragging my teeth along her neck. “That’s me inside you. Taking you. Owning every f*****g inch. No pretending, no games. Just this. You and me.”

She sobs out a “yes,” breathless and wrecked, and I grin through a dark, satisfied groan.

“f**k, Red, you were made for this,” I murmur, slowing just enough to grind deep, letting her feel the full weight of every inch, letting her burn in it. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me.”

I release her throat only to slip my fingers down between her thighs. The moment I find her c**t, she jerks in my arms like I’ve shocked her. Her legs go weak, her knees threatening to buckle, but I don’t let her fall. I never do.

“That’s it, baby,” I rasp, circling slow and brutal. “Let that sweet body give in. Let it break.”

Her cries rise again, louder now, broken, and helpless sounds that crack through the air like a prayer. Her body’s shaking hard enough I can barely hold her still, but I don’t stop. I don’t let up. I want her feral. I want her ruined.

“You gonna come for me like this?” I breathe against her ear. “Held down, used, owned?”

Her answer is a strangled moan, hips rolling helplessly into my hand as her body clenches hard around me.

“Oh, that’s it,” I whisper, burying myself deep, grinding slow and savage as her climax hits her. “That’s what I f*****g wanted.”

She comes apart with a scream, her body seizing in my arms as pleasure crashes through her, unstoppable and raw. I hold her tight, mouth against her throat, fingers digging into her hips to keep her steady as wave after wave pulls her under.

“Look at you,” I murmur, almost reverent. “f*****g beautiful like this. Untamed, and mine.”

Even when she goes limp, shaking and gasping, I don’t stop moving. I shift her gently forward, pressing her chest to the bed again as I brace my hands on her hips. My grip tightens, and I start to f**k her in earnest now, deep and relentless.

I’m done holding back.

The sounds of skin slapping, of our breath, of the bed creaking beneath us, echo around the room like a goddamn prayer. I watch the way her ass bounces with every thrust, the red marks blooming across her skin from where I’ve held her too tightly.

“You want more?” I ask, voice guttural and dark. “Want to know what it feels like when I stop pretending to be gentle?”

She nods, too breathless to speak, but I see it in her eyes when she glances over her shoulder, need and hunger. That same fire I saw when she stormed into the bar in that red dress.

I reach down and grab a fistful of her hair again, pulling her back just enough to hear her gasp. My other hand delivers a sharp smack to her ass, a sound that echoes off the walls. She jerks forward with a cry, but I pull her right back.

“That’s my girl,” I groan, f*****g her harder, chasing my own release as she collapses forward again. “Takin’ it like you were born for it. Like you were made to be under me.”

My body tightens, every muscle straining as the pressure builds fast. I swear under my breath, digging my nails into her hips, my rhythm faltering just enough for her to know I’m close.

“You’ll come again,” I growl, pushing two fingers back to her c**t, without hesitation. “I don’t finish until you scream again. Give it to me, Red. One more.”

She moans, legs trembling, head buried in the sheets as I force her back to the edge. Her second orgasm crashes into her harder than the first, her scream muffled into the mattress as her body convulses. That’s what does it.

I slam into her one last time and let go, groaning deep as I come hard, spilling into the condom while my entire body locks with it. I bury my face in her back, breath heaving, pulse pounding.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room is the ragged pull of our breathing.

Then I ease out of her carefully, pressing a kiss to the base of her spine as I reach for the blanket.

She doesn’t speak. Neither do I. There's nothing left to say, she gave me everything I wanted, and f**k if I didn't give her all I had too.

I watch her, those f*****g emerald eyes staring back at me. The flush rises in her cheeks, and she looks away. We f****d, and that was fine, but me staring at her face? Admiring her beauty, that's what makes her shy?