Free My Number One: Kasha & Knox by Janice Ross Page B

the red material down further; Erika cooed in response.
    I ducked backwards, taking two steps away. I marked what I might’ve missed the last time we were together, and slowly paced around her sweetness. My hands touched, slapped and palmed as I saw fit along the journey.
    “That man of yours—”
    “Ex-man,” Erika corrected, while maintaining her stint on the imaginary chopping block.
    “Whatever you choose to call it. Back to my story, my observation. On that night, you tried to convince me of how innocent you were, much like how you’re talking about not entertaining in your home.”
    “Knox,” Erika began, bending low to recover the dress I’d finally inched to the hardwood floor.
    “Don’t get shy now, sexy. Stand back up, just the way you were,” I commanded.
    She hesitated for about a second until she was able to straighten up. She proceeded to plead her case, “Never said I was innocent.” Her eyelashes fluttered quicker than what would be considered as reasonably normal.
    “Yeah, you never used the word, but you’re trying to convince me of your virtue. Can I be honest with you?” I watched as her head dipped. Thick strands of hair cascaded down. I would never shame her, so I captured her chin. “It’s your body. As long as you take care of yourself, don’t feel compelled to justify what you desire. You wanna give up your sweetness?” I ran my hand down below, using my fingers to part those lips and slide inward. I massaged the flesh, round and round. Yet my fingers only teased her walls, never once breaking through to get fully moistened. “Do you want to give up your body?”
    “Ahhh!” Erika cried out. Her legs nearly collapsed as she pumped her head up and down.
    “Don’t nod, respond. Let me hear you,” I ordered.
    “Y-y-yes,” she faded out, barely able to complete the sentence. It wasn’t that her strength suddenly diminished, no. I’m a semi-genius, a mastermind with the female anatomy. As she peaked, I slipped a finger inside. I allowed my instincts to guide me to her spot. Erika’s earth-shattering yesss was in fact a release.
    She fell apart at the seams, collapsing even before the first round of juices stopped squirting. But I was there to rescue her. I picked up her weary, still-naked body. She hugged the dress to her midsection. Her fingers contracted, showing her veins. Now possessing both the woman and her clothing, I stomped through the house. Once upstairs, Erika pointed to her room. I entered and placed her on the bed with the slutty red dress.
    “I need a shower. Been a long day.” Yeah, I hadn’t washed off the stench from the fight or jail.
    Erika pouted, and then nibbled on her bottom lip.
    Kasha’s lips. Damn, how could something within reach be so difficult?
    “Knox, I need you.”
    I’m thinking about another girl that doesn’t give a shit about me. If, now that’s a big damn if, Kasha wanted me, she would’ve made it known.
    “Are you in a hurry? Seriously,” I tease because if I don’t force myself to move on, I’ll end up stressing over one of the most amazing girls I might never have—Kasha.
    When Erika didn’t answer, I stripped and searched out the bathroom. I was only gone for about five minutes when the shower curtain flipped open. She stepped in without saying a word. I made room. She eased onto her knees one at a time. Her hands lay flat on my chest and slid lower as she captured my growing erection between wide lips. Her fingers dug into my sides, especially when she guided my thrusts inside her mouth. The deeper she took me in, the tighter her claws.
    I leaned my upper body to the tiled walls. It was a tight enough space to relax this way, though she kept my lower body active. My hands went to the shower to turn it off. Erika was determined to drain the life out of me, so even with the water probably stifling her, she wouldn’t let up. What man couldn’t get used to this type of treatment on a regular basis? Not necessarily from