Knox stares down at me like I’m a feast he’s about to devour. His jaw is set, eyes golden, and the raw hunger on his face makes me clench with anticipation.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
My hands shake but I reach for him anyway, working the leather free and then dragging down his zipper. I’ve never done this before—Gale never wanted my mouth anywhere near him—and suddenly I’m acutely aware of how inexperienced I am.
When I free Knox’s c**k, I freeze.
He’s massive. Thick and long and already leaking at the tip, and the logical part of my brain wonders how the hell this fit inside me earlier because looking at it now feels impossible.
Knox catches my hesitation immediately.
“Back out now and I’ll never let you forget it.” But there’s something in his tone.
I square my shoulders and meet his bu
