Knuckles X Reader Novels & Stories

she corrected. "Ohh, totally forgot you're a book worm, and you know better than me," I rolled my eyes at her. "I'll be going back to Knoxx's room to shower. Expect me back in ten minutes." I didn't return to Willa's room in ten minutes as I had told her, it was about forty something minutes later...all thanks to Knoxx, who wouldn't let my pussy rest. I showed her around the clubhouse that wasn't restricted, and she was in awe, telling me how it was described in some of the biker books she had read.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

His index finger and his thumb lift my chin up slightly. My pussy is aching so bad, I want his fingers inside me working magic to find my G-spot and make me come all over him with my stickiness. “Just one kiss, Kenna. I promise that is all I want.” “You will want more and I just don’t think I can give it to you, Xander. Not tonight.” Finally, thank God my brain is kicking in. I thought it had all but gone and left me rendering me totally senseless. My breathing is coming in gasps as he rubs his knuckles along my jawline now. I can smell his cologne, it’s a heady mix of musk and something like lemon zest. It’s fresh yet masculine.

It was only for a minute and no one saw it! My face turns pale, words hang in my throat. I want to look at the face of this stalker, but Knox keeps me imprisoned for his brother. “Waiting to run my fingers along your pinkie was hard…” He lets a leg fall and slips his hand between our bodies to fulfill his fetish of touching my underwear. The back of his fingers graze my folds, sending a fresh wave of pleasure all over me. “Hmmm… yes…” His thumb touches myclit and I arch my back, trying to keep my trembling frame in place. “Yes…”

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

And I didn’t care even slightly because my pussy had been clenching around my fist for the last two minutes of forced silence. It was done being patient. And I unmuted Sasha. "Okay guurrll?" Sasha continued. Panting on screen. She had apparently been continuing without me. Her own hand visibly thrusting under her lace. "Don't think we're done. Pull that fist out slowly and then ram it back in. Every. Single. Ridge. Of your knuckles... I want your pussy to feel every single one." I pulled back. And my cunt gripped my knuckles on the way out with a creamy squelching drag that made my vision bend. My folds stretched obscenely outward. Clinging. Refusing to let go until the widest point of my kn

Then again, his face this time, his head snapping sideways into the wall. Again, right to his stomach. Again, to his chest this time. Again, and again, and again, each kick heavier than the last, each one fueled by a vicious grin spreading across my face. Knuckles, the monster of bare-knuckle fights, the thug whose fists had broken more men than bullets ever could, was reduced to a writhing heap under my boot. His curses became sobs, rage breaking into helpless, choking gasps. His eyes were wide, hateful, and terrified. Those eyes finally told me what I wanted to see.

Then I was completely wrong. Not even giving me time to breathe, Xander pushed his large cock inside me. " I will fucking kill everyman, that even try laying his eyes on you." Saying he increased the pace of his thrusts. Fucking me ruthlessly. "Aah. Alex..." I moaned. My Knuckles turned white due to gripping the edges tightly, but the pleasure made me ignore all the discomforts. "Don't ever try making me jealous." His groans missed with possessiveness were like music to my ears.

* Submissions poured in: a woman detailing her first anal in a club bathroom, the burn and fullness making Zelda's untouched ass clench in curiosity; a guy confessing to jerking off in the car to a similar tale, cumming so hard he stained the seat; couples sharing how they'd role-played it, her riding him reverse while reading aloud, both shattering together. The energy built, electric and communal, Zelda's fingers flying faster, dipping into her cum-filled pussy, then up to circle her clit. The blend of their essences coated her hand, slick and filthy, the scent rising fresh as she chased release. *Fuck, if he walked back in now...* The fantasy merged with the comments, one reader painting

“Open that. Bring me the tools inside.” Knox was the first to move, crossing the room with a predator’s grace and flipping the heavy lid open. His breath hitched slightly as he looked inside. He pulled out a few items, his hands surprisingly steady as he brought them over: a set of leather cuffs lined with soft fur, a sleek, black silicone flogger, and a few sleek, metal… things I couldn’t name but dearly wanted to try. The sight of them in his hands sent a jolt of pure, undiluted heat straight to my core. Oh, yes.