Chapter 169 - 169 Godly Knight

When he turns me around;

"On your knees, put your hands on the wall." he spits urgently, and I waste no time following through on his command while he rids himself of his trainers and shorts.

I drop to my knees and spread my palms on the cool paint, panting and impatient. He grabs my h.i.p.s tightly, and I jerk under his hold, but he doesn't ease up. He pulls my h.i.p.s back slightly, knees my legs apart and positions himself behind me.

"Don't come until I say now. Understand?" He orders.

I nod and clench my eyes shut to try and ready myself for the onslaught of power that I'm about to welcome into my body. I should know by now that when he is like this, no amount of mental psyching up can prepare me for him.

When I feeling the head of his buddy pushing at my entrance and as soon as he's levelled it up, he pounds forward on a garbled yell. He gives me no breathing space to adjust or accept him. He immediately yanks me back onto him and begins to piston in and out of me ruthlessly. He's a man of possessing.

Holy f.u.c.k.i.n.g shit!

My eyes fly open in shock and I shift my hands on the wall, desperately trying to steady myself as he continues to wildly buck into me.

"Oh, God!" I scream around the delightful invasion of my body.

"You knew this would be harder," he barks, smashing on.

"Don't you dare to come." He warns.

I try and focus on anything but the immense, fast acc.u.mulation of pressure that's building up in my groin, but he's relentless and barbaric strikes are not helping my desperate situation. I won't be able to hold out for long at this riotous rate.

"F.u.c.k!" he roars frenziedly.

"You.totally.drive.me.crazy!" He punctuates each word with a hard, sharp thrust.

I'm sweating more now than I did on my ten-mile run. His hands slide up my back from my h.i.p.s to grip onto my shoulders and my head rolls back under his warm, firm hold. I'm delirious with pleasure.

The telltale signs of him tensing travels through his arms, straight to my shoulders. I'm relieved. I'm past the point of return, but I can't fully let go until I get the okay.

What the hell would he do if I defied him and gave in to my demanding release, anyway?

He continues to buck and slap against me and on an ear-piercing roar, he slams into me with such force, tears stab at my eyes. He stills and leans against my back, pushing me forward onto the wall, circling his h.i.p.s deeply.

I'm buzzing, my body tinkering on the edge. He reaches up and grabs my ponytail, pulling my head back to rest on his shoulder, moving his damaged hand around my front to the inside of my thigh.

He pulls my hair so my face turns into his, my hazy vision met with dark eyes.

"Now," he demands, softly sliding his finger down the centre of my core and sweeping his tongue through my mouth.

His words and his touch-trigger a shift of pressure in my groin that seizes me from every angle, and I explode on a stretched out, blissful m.o.a.n into his mouth.

I go limp. I sag in his hold and let him softly message me through my climax.

"You are godly knight," I mumble against his mouth, moving my hands from the wall to link around the back of his neck.

I feel his grin against lips.

"You're so lucky." He states.

"You're an arrogant ass!" I say.

He slips out of me and turns me around in his arms. I manoeuvre with him, draping my arms back around his neck.

"Your arrogant knight loves you so f.u.c.k.i.n.g much." He showers my sweaty face with kisses.

"Your arrogant knight wants to spend the rest of his life smothering you with his love and his body forever," He stands us up, dragging me with him.

I'm delighted, but I'm also ignoring the small part of my brain that is trying to remind me that with his love and body, also comes Mr Challenging control freak.

"What's the time now?" I ask around his morning, stubbled face.

"I don't know." He carries on with his smothering, and I start walking backwards towards the kitchen so I can get a look at the clock.

He follows, still wrapped around me and still dropping kisses all over me.

I catch a glimpse of the cooker clock.

"Shit! I'm late!" I cursed.

"Hey! Watch your f.u.c.k.i.n.g mouth lady!" He scolds.

I wriggle free of his hold and start running towards the stairs.

"It's a quarter to eight!" I yell as I take the stairs two at a time.

Where has the time gone? My arrogant knight is too much of a distraction. I'm going to be super late today. I throw myself in the shower and make quick work of ridding my body of sweat and c.u.m. I'm frantically rinsing my hair when I feel Feng Teng hands slide over my wet stomach. I wipe my eyes and find him towering over me with his dirty, roguish grin spread across his beautiful face.

"Don't," I warn.

Now I'm not going being distracted by him anymore. He pouts and works for his hands up to my shoulders, yanking me forward onto his mouth.

"Seriously, I'm going to be late," I argued feebly, trying to fight off the budding craving as he teases my lips with his.

"Now, I want to make an appointment," he says, licking my bottom lip, pushing his groin into my stomach.

"For what? Another round? No appointment necessary." I quip, trying to pull away from him.

He growls and yanks me back.

"Mouth! I already told you, I don't need to make an appointment to make love to you. I do that whenever and wherever I please." He rubs his groin back into me, and it's now I know that I have to escape before I'm swallowed up again.

"Stop it! I've got to go." I duck out of his hold and hastily leave him in the shower alone, his sulking like a schoolboy.

He just had me, although I could go again too. But I need to be more professional. I brush my teeth and make my way into the bedroom, sitting myself in front of the floor-length mirror with my make-up bag and hairdryer. I commence a fast blast dry, quickly pin it up and start applying my make-up.

Feng Teng then walks out of the bathroom, gloriously n.a.k.e.d and unashamed.

I scowl at his n.a.k.e.d back, dragging my eyes away to continue with my make-up.

Shit! I'm almost being distracted again.