Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
I’ve seen Lailani move fast before, but this? Watching her sprint to her bedroom, stripping out of her clothes along the way. All with ease, mind you. Well, she moves like nothing I’ve ever seen before. So graceful. Not once does she trip herself up trying to get out of her clothes…
I’m right behind her, taking much more time to do the same to myself.
I’ve been thinking about this all night.
I don’t just want to fuck her. I need to.
This whole secrecy bullshit she’s insisting on is starting to piss me off.
It was fucking hard being at dinner with her and not being able to reach over and touch her.
To claim her, to let every fucker know that she is mine.
Because she is. Mine.
She looks like a fucking angel sprawled out on the sheets. A very fuckable angel and one I’m going to hell for corrupting. Although, let’s be honest, I was already heading that way.
I smile as I take in the sight of her. She didn’t hesitate to follow my instructions. She never does when it comes to the bedroom.
“You are such a good fucking girl, Lailani.” I take a deep breath, both to conjure up some patience and because I can smell her arousal. Which has my mouth watering. “How much do you need me right now?”
I want to taste her. Not yet though. I’m going to take my time tonight. I want to punish her for making me sit next to her all through dinner without being able to touch her. I also want to see how far I can push her out of her comfort zone.
Besides, Lailani is like a meal at a Michelin-star restaurant. This woman is something to be savored and I’m going to take my time enjoying her.
Leaning forward, I let my fingers slide up the inside of her ankle.
Her skin is always so smooth, so soft. She shivers as she takes an audible breath.
I fall onto my knees at the end of the bed, loosen my tie, pull it over my head, and then proceed to slowly unbutton my shirt.
Lailani pushes up onto her elbows, watching as my shirt falls to the floor.
Her eyes glass over as she drinks me in.
I take hold of her ankles next. Pushing them upwards, towards her body, and making her knees bend and open in a butterfly position. Giving myself an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.
“You’re fucking perfection, Lailani, and you’re all fucking mine.
” My eyes move from her pussy to her eyes as I wait for her to deny it.
Deny that I own every part of her. She doesn’t.
Smart girl. “Look at you, dripping all over the place, so fucking needy. Tell me, does your pussy need some attention, babe?”
She nods as she watches me.
“I know the feeling. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit next to you all night and not be able to touch you?” I ask her. “I could easily reach out and touch you now, though, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you? Because no one is here to see.”
“Sammie, touch me. I want you to touch me,” she moans.
“You want fingers to fill your pussy, Lailani? You want your pussy touched?” I ask her.
She nods again. “Please.”
“Then touch it.”
Her eyebrows draw down in confusion. She’s not that na?ve. She knows what I want her to do.
“I want you to shove your fingers inside that dripping pussy of mine. I want to watch as you get yourself off, Lailani,” I prompt.
Standing to my full height, I remove the belt from my pants. Lailani whimpers as her head falls back on the bed and her eyes close. That’s not going to work for me. My knees rest on the end of the bed, my hand wraps around her throat, and her eyes pop open.
“Better. I want to see your eyes when you come,” I tell her before releasing her throat. “Touch yourself. Now.”
She huffs, her glare narrowing in on me while her hand travels south. When her fingers make contact with her clit, I undo my zipper and pull my pants and boxers down. My cock hard as a rock and pointing straight at the ceiling.
“Good girl.” I groan as she continues to explore. “Put two fingers inside yourself, Lailani.”
This time, she doesn’t hesitate. Her head rolls backwards and her hips lift slightly off the bed as her fingers start thrusting in and out. “Oh, fuck!”
I can’t take my eyes off her. My hand itches to wrap itself around my cock. Not yet. If I give it even the slightest tug right now, I’m likely to fucking come all over myself. That’s not fucking happening.
“So fucking hot, I’ve never seen anything that turns me on like you do,” I tell her.
Lailani’s mouth is open, those fuckable lips just begging to be filled.
“Do your fingers feel as good as mine do? Are you going to come just as hard if my fingers were the ones in your cunt right now?”
“Not even close to as good as you,” she admits.
I smile. “If you could have anything you want right now, what would that be? If you could order me around, what would you have me do to you?”
“Sammie, I want your fingers inside me,” she says. “I want you to fuck me. I want… I want you to kiss me. I want you to make me scream.”
“I might be able to make that happen.” I smile at her.
“Please…” She gives me a pleading look, her fingers continuing to move in and out. In and out.
“You want me to fill that hungry little pussy? I’ve been ready for you all fucking night.” I grip the base of my cock, gliding my hand up to squeeze the tip.
Fuck, do not come, I mentally warn myself.
“Yes. Please, Sammie, fuck me,” she says.
“I will never deny you something you want, Lailani. I can give you everything you’ve ever dreamed about having.” I smirk. “And I will fuck you. I’ll make you scream so loud they’ll be able to hear you on the other side of The Strip. But first, make yourself come. I want to watch you come.”
“I can’t!” She shakes her head from side to side. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can. You want to be a good girl, don’t you, babe?” I ask, and she nods. “Then show me how you make yourself come. Be a good girl and come for me.”
I kneel in front of the bed and watch as her legs close and her body spasms.
“Fuck,” she grits out between clenched teeth. Her eyes fight to stay open, but she keeps them connected with mine as the tidal wave washes over her.
I don’t waste time. I wrench her thighs open again, position myself between them, and thrust right into her. Her pussy continuing to spasm with the orgasm she’s achieved.
It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.
I lift her ankles, pin them up on her shoulders, and start pumping in and out of her. Hitting as deep as I can go. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Lailani. I’m never going to stop fucking you,” I grunt. “This is mine. You are mine.” My thrusts become faster, harder. “Tell me.”
“What?” she asks.
“Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she says, and I swear I almost come just hearing the words.
Leaning forward, I cup her chin and fuse my mouth with hers. “I fucking love fucking you,” I tell her. “This is mine. You are mine.”
Lailani’s arms wrap around my neck. “Yours,” she repeats against my lips.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “I need you to come again.”
Sitting back on my knees, I pinch her clit with my fingers and her body lights up like a fucking firecracker. I pull out and fist my cock. One, two strokes and I’m coming all over her.
Lailani looks down at my cock still squirting seed all over her stomach. “We didn’t use a condom.”
“Sorry.” I shouldn’t have done that. “I’m clean.”
“I know you are,” she says confidently before lifting a brow. “But how do you know that I am?”
“Whatever germs you have, babe, I’ll happily take ?em because I’m not planning on ever not fucking you,” I tell her.