CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Sean
There isn’t a single thing I love more than to see Layla become the woman she always was inside.
To see her breaking free of whatever held her back, because fucking Christ when she called me a good boy, I almost blew a load all over my bed.
I want that from her—one side a dominant queen, the other a submissive little slut.
I’ll never get enough, but the way she taunted and tortured me has turned me from a man into a beast really fucking quickly.
I hike her ass up, ready to consume, and she props herself up so she’s on all fours. I chuckle darkly, wrapping my hand in her long fiery hair roughly and pulling tight. She hisses in response but rocks her hips back as I use the hand in her hair to push her upper body down into my bed.
“You don’t get to decide how to move right now,” I say darkly, releasing her hair. It splays out around her. So fucking pretty. “You wanted to torture me? Taunt me? Degrade me?”
She whimpers as I grip her ass tight.
“You’re my little toy now, so you’ll do exactly as you’re fucking told.” I knee her legs even further apart and take in the sight of her dripping pussy. She rocks back again, so fucking eager at my rough treatment of her, and I can’t wait to fucking make her suffer more before I fuck her.
I use my thumb to spread her arousal through her center and up over her tight, pink asshole. She shudders, but she’s relaxed enough for me to play, and the need I have to claim every hole this woman possesses is overwhelming.
I grab the bottle of oil she was using and squeeze it gently over her ass. It drips down between her cheeks as I add more pressure, losing the tip of my thumb to her. She moans into the bed and her pussy glistens more.
“Does my little toy like her massage?” I ask as I line my cock up with her pussy, sliding it through her lips, tormenting her.
“Sean …” she moans as I pull my thumb out then push it in deeper. I use my free hand to stroke my cock, so ready to fuck.
“Yes, my filthy little slut?”
She moans at my degrading words and it strikes a chord in me. “More …” she mutters, trying to rock against me. I don’t let her. Her punishment is staying fucking still and waiting until I’m ready to ruin this tight little pussy. On my time.
“More?” I ask, just to fuck with her. “Nah, use your words. Tell me exactly what you want, Layla.”
“I need you, please, fill me … please, please,” she chants, and I almost give in.
Almost.
“You want to be stuffed full? You want to come with my thick cock crammed in your clenching cunt as I fill your tight little ass too?” I slide my cock against her pussy again and she’s fucking soaked now, dripping down her inner thighs.
“Yes!” she moans as I slip my thumb in and out of her ass with ease. I spit right above it and my cock throbs, begging to take its place. She pushes back to take me a little deeper.
“Please use me, Sean … I’m sorry. I’ll be such a … good little toy … just fuck me …” she cries.
Holy fuck.
I lose it, thrusting my cock into her pussy so deeply, she practically strangles me. This fucking woman. Every time I try to break her, she fucking breaks me instead.
I grip her hip with my free hand and fuck her so hard and deep, she’s crying out into the bed. She’s too much, too fucking tight at this angle, and her ass clenching my thumb, rocking back to take more, has me desperate to empty my balls into her womb.
“Such a deviant little brat. So desperate and needy, trying to make me come.” I fuck her harder, punishing her as I fight my own need. “Is this how you want to be fucked hard, Layla? To be used?”
“Yes!” she whimpers as I don’t let up. I slam into her with another deep growl and slide my thumb deep into her ass. Every part of her is slippery and ready for me.
“So full …” she moans as I pause, holding all the power as she quivers around me.
“You can take it, now fuck me,” I tell her, remaining still.
She begins moving, rocking back on my cock. What a fucking sight.
“Thank me. Thank me for letting you fuck me.” My voice is a growl as I pull my thumb from her ass and help her, using her body to fuck.
I grip her tight with both hands and slide her forward, then back, taking my time.
She’s fucking perfect as her ass bounces back on my cock and I’m seconds from unloading in her.
She writhes beneath me, just as consumed as I am, and the exhilarating notion of putting a child in her—a child of mine—suddenly washes over me.
“Thank you, Sean,” she hums, so submissively, so sweetly, that fucking Christ, I’m coming, I have no choice.
Her pussy grips my dick so tight, I unload in her the second she comes, calling out my name as her body turns rigid first, then boneless beneath my hands.
“Layla, my good fucking girl …” I mutter, squeezing her hips tight while my cock jerks inside of her, unleashing hot ropes of come. Her fingers flex and release on the sheet as she comes down.
My head is buzzing as our breathing slows. I’m completely out of my element. I’ve never been out of control in my life, but since the day I met her all the control has been hers. And I know, without a doubt, I never want it back.
As I fall to the bed and she crawls up into my arms, I kiss her, never wanting to let her go. Seeing the future with her, knowing this woman will be my wife. For the first time in my life, it almost feels like everything is perfect.