Back and forth, she rocked over me, milking me for her own pleasure and giving it back to me tenfold. I was about to lose my damn mind, but managed to stave off my orgasm so that she could reach hers first.
I was rewarded for my efforts when I felt the walls of her pussy constrict even more around my cock and she began to move in a deliberate rhythm. Her lips were parted and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the sensation. She was almost there, about to combust, but she needed more. I knew her body better than I knew my own, so I could read the signs. She needed the man she gave herself to willingly to take control and stake his claim.
“Give it to me, woman,” I encouraged her. “Come on my cock.”
I grabbed hold of each cheek of her perfectly round ass, lifting her and slamming her back down. I forced her hips to roll forward before doing it again and again and again. I could hear her fingers digging into the leather on either side of my head, and then her head fell back and her body seized as she cried out my motherfucking name with her orgasm.
I didn’t waste a second. There was something I had wanted to do with her since that first day I found her in my entertainment room amidst the chaos she had provoked with the damn remote. I secured my arm around her waist and lifted us out of the chair before carrying her over to the pool table. She continued to roll her body in my arms unabashedly, still milking her orgasm, and the distraction nearly made it impossible for me to walk, but I managed to get her there.
With my other arm I swiped the billiard balls out of the way and laid her down, never leaving that sweet little slice of heaven in the process. Once she was safe, I pulled her hips to the edge, pushed her knees back, and spread her open with one leg in each hand. And then I thrust into her hard.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, and I stilled, mentally kicking myself in the ass for being so rough with her, especially after what she’d been through.
“Shit, I’m sorry, kitten. I … I didn’t mean to.” No apology was going to make up for what I’d done.
“No, it’s a good fuck,” she said, breathing heavily. “I promise, I’m okay. Better than okay, actually. That felt so incredible. It’s what I need, Noah. Don’t hold back on me. Please.”
I was both stunned and relieved.
“Well, in that case, you might want to hold on to something because it’s about to get so much better.”
Lanie put her arms down at her sides and reached for the edge of the pool table, holding on for dear life. I grabbed her hips once she was secured and let her legs wrap around each of my arms. Then I pulled back before slamming into her again. The test drive proved everything was a go, so I let loose, driving into her furiously and with a quickness that left me panting.
Her breasts bounced to and fro with each thrust and my balls slapped against her ass with each unrelenting drive of my cock. Deeper and deeper I thrust inside her. Lanie got very vocal, her head thrashing back and forth. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, but still I continued to fuck her with reckless abandon.
And then I looked down at where we were joined, watching as my cock slid in and out of her tight pussy.
“Fuck, woman.” I growled, unable to look away. “Your pussy is so … goddamn … mine.”
My hips slammed into her over and over again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. My thick cock stretched her tight opening and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. The veins on my dick were supercharged with my pulsing blood, and the skin was coated in her wetness, the section that had been inside the firm grip of her pussy colored a deep pink from the friction.
Everything that had been building inside me snapped and I shut my eyes tightly to the unbelievable sensation of my orgasm. I growled, feeling my cock throb and pulsate inside her. Slamming my hips into her one final time, I came, spewing my seed inside the woman I would do any fucking thing for.
Once I’d given Lanie all I had to give, I pulled out of her and loosened my grip on her hips. It was then that I noticed how hard I’d been holding on.
“Shit, I’m sorry. That’s probably going to bruise.” I leaned forward and placed lingering kisses on each red mark like I could actually kiss them and make them better.
Lanie’s fingers went to my hair and I laid my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat. To my surprise, I found that mine was synchronized with hers. As corny as it sounded, we’d become one. And I knew it was true: no matter what happened with David Stone or the whole fucked-up fiasco of the contract, nothing was going to come between us.
I meant it when I said I’d do any fucking thing for her. Even if I had to give up everything, be shamed in the public eye, and steal away with her to some deserted cabin in Alaska so she wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassment of everyone knowing what she’d done to save her mother’s life. I’d do it.
Because nothing was more important than her.
10: Mission: Impossible
David
Goddamnit.
I checked myself over in my bathroom mirror. My gorgeous face looked distorted, but at least I’d managed to clean off the blood and bandage the open wounds.
They wouldn’t go to the cops. I was sure of it. They’d have to expose themselves in the process, and I was pretty damn sure prostitution and being involved in the human slave trade would carry a much higher penalty in the long run than what I’d almost done.
It wasn’t supposed to have gone down like it had, though.
I’d planned it perfectly, or so I thought. Step one: make my proposition to the whore, threaten to expose their whole sordid affair, and bank on her natural gold-digging tendencies to seal the deal. Step two, my personal favorite: fuck her blind, let her know what she was missing by dissin’ Big Daddy Dick, and leave her begging for more, all while waiting for Crawford to walk in and catch us in the act. And then the pièce de résistance: sit back and relax while I watched the bane of my existence go all self-destructo with the knowledge that I’d claimed yet another one of his prized possessions for my own.
But my shit had backfired on me. Delaine didn’t accept my proposal, which meant Crawford wasn’t going to see us bumping uglies. I hadn’t figured on there being an actual physical altercation, not that I was sorry for knocking the bitch one. She needed to learn that this was a man’s world and she’d do well to stay in her place. But then Noah had come in and busted my shit up.
“Fucking dick,” I scoffed into the mirror before I walked into my office and poured myself a stiff one.