Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

She screamed my name, and I had to run through my emergency mental gymnastics to keep from coming right then and there. Her quivering pussy had every inch of my cock in a stranglehold. I held her there, impaled on me, as my mouth rediscovered her perfect breast. I swore I could feel the echo of each hard suck in the walls that held me captive. It felt like heaven. It felt— “Fuck, baby,” I said, releasing her breast. “Fuck. Condom.” She let out a low moan. “Knox, if you move a muscle, I’m going to come. And if I come—” “You’re gonna milk mine right out of me,” I surmised. Her eyes were squeezed shut, lips parted. The picture of ecstasy in the late afternoon sun. I wasn’t some teenage kid. I didn’t forget protection. Hell, not only did I have a condom in my wallet like any responsible man, I also had a handful in my glove box. “You ever—” She shook her head before I could get the rest of the question out. “Never.” “Me either.” I ghosted my fingers over and around her breasts. She opened her eyes then and bit her lip. “This feels too good.” “I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do,” I warned. But I wanted this. I wanted to finish bare. I wanted to let loose inside her and feel our releases mix. I wanted to be the first man to go there. To plant my flag in her memory as the first of something memorable. “I-I’m on birth control,” she said tentatively. I let my tongue dart out to tease her other nipple. “I’m clean,” I murmured. “I can show you.” Naomi was a data kin...