Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Undoing the strap that holds my pistol to my ankle, I watch Sammie for a reaction. The one I see is not what I was expecting. He’s turned on. I expected him to be weary, to be disappointed I’m even carrying.
“Are you turned on by me or my gun?” I ask him.
“You, always you,” he says, taking the gun from my hand and placing it on the floor. A sudden hunger overtakes me and I need to feed it. Now. Not being able to wait, I push Sammie backwards and drop off the edge of the bed onto my knees in front of him.
“I want you,” I tell him. “I need you.” I look up at him, my palm pressing over the outline of his hard cock under his slacks. My tongue darts out, licking my lips. I’ve never been hungrier for this man than I am right now.
“You have all of me,” Sammie says.
Undoing his belt and then his pants, I pull the fabric down.
His cock bounces free. I wrap my hand around the base and start pumping it.
My movements are slow. As much as I want to just swallow him whole, I also want to take my time.
Leaning in, I lick up the underside of his cock, right along the pulsing vein, before swirling my tongue around his tip.
A moan escapes me as precum hits my tongue.
“Fuck, babe. It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to fuck your face right now,” he groans.
A shiver runs through my entire body. I’ve never wanted to be used by a man like this.
But I want Sammie to use me for his pleasure.
I want him to own me. That thought shocks me.
It’s dangerous to let a man have this much power over you.
Knowing that doesn’t make me want it any less.
I make my own rules. Sammie will realize that.
Especially if we are going to be living together.
If I’m honest with myself, this man already owns my heart.
I trust him. He’s not going to take this for anything that it’s not.
A bedroom need. A sexual desire I’m keen to explore.
Closing my lips around him, I take him as far back as I can, not even close to having all of him. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I hollow out my cheeks and suck.
“Fuck. Your mouth is fucking perfect, Lailani,” he hisses. Sammie’s hand wraps around my hair. He holds my head back. I know I’m not great at this, but I didn’t think I was bad enough for him to stop me.
I want to please him, though. I want him weak at the knees because of me. Releasing his cock from my mouth, I stare up at him. “Do it,” I tell him.
“Do what?” he asks.
“I want you to fuck my face…”
His lips tilt up at the corners. “Are you sure?”
“I want it.”
“Fucking perfect. You’re going to take every inch of me down your pretty little throat, Lailani,” he says.
I nod my head while trying to calculate in my mind how that’s even possible.
“You need to trust me,” he tells me as if he already knows what I’m thinking.
“I trust you.”
“Relax and open your mouth.” As soon as my lips part, he slowly slides his cock forward. “Now take a deep breath and hold it,” he instructs.
When my lungs are filled with as much air as they can hold, he begins to shove his cock down my throat. My gag reflex kicks in and I choke. I start to panic when he pulls back out.
“Relax, babe. I know you can do this,” he says while caressing my face.
He’s right. I can do this. How hard can it be?
I nod my head and take another big breath. I can do this.
He repeats the motion, gradually sliding into the back of my throat again. This time I relax, focusing on how he feels inside my mouth. My eyes close, and I hone in on my senses, on the smell. It’s all him. Sammie. I want more.
“Open your eyes,” he says, his voice husky, deep, commanding. “I want to see your eyes when I come down your throat.” He starts to pull away. “Breathe through your nose, babe. Don’t you dare fucking pass out on me.”
I want to argue that he could never make me pass out. That I’d kick his ass and knock him the fuck out before I ever passed out. It’s hard to argue with a mouth full of cock, though.
Sammie chuckles. He can see the defiance in my eyes as I glare at him. “I know.” He smirks as he continues to slide his cock and in and out of my throat.
I groan around him. There is something about being in this vulnerable position that is turning me on.
I should really get some therapy or something because this can’t be normal.
My hands grab hold of his thighs as he picks up his speed.
Pumping in and out of my mouth. He’s not holding anything back now. Sammie Russo is fucking my face.
“Fuck me, I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow every last fucking drop.” That’s the only warning I get before I feel the warm spurts of his seed fill my mouth.
I swallow as much as I can. A small amount falls down my chin. Sammie pulls his cock out, and using his thumb, he wipes his come from my chin and pushes it back into my mouth.
“You know I’m never letting you go, right?” he tells me.
“Because I sucked your cock?” I smirk.
“Because I fucking love you,” he says.
“I love you too,” I tell him. “I should have said that already. I should have told you at E’s place.”
“Lailani.” Sammie pulls me up to my feet.
“Yes.”
“Don’t ever mention another man when we’re doing sex stuff,” Sammie groans.
“I didn’t.”
“You did,” he insists. “You mentioned Emmanuel.”
“I mentioned his house, not him,” I counter.
“Same thing,” Sammie says. His fingers flick the button on my jeans and then my zipper is being tugged on. “It’s my turn now.” He grins as he pulls my jeans and panties down my legs.
It’s not as if I’m going to say no.
The moment I step out of my pants, Sammie pushes me back onto the bed. And then he’s on top of me, his shoulders spreading my thighs apart as he settles between them.
“Have you spoken to your mom?” I ask. My body is curled up on Sammie’s, blissfully satiated.
“New rule, let’s not talk about our parents when we’re naked,” he tells me.
I ignore him. I never was one for rules. “What’s going to happen tomorrow? Do you think we should just talk to her, tell her who John really is?”
“There is no just talking to my mother, Lailani. I think we let the wedding play out. I will have extra security around the place. Carlo, Louie, and E will be here. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
“Who is watching Jazzy? I don’t think she should be there. I don’t have a good feeling,” I tell him.
“Antonia is staying home with her and Charlotte.”
“Is Evie in town?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” Sammie says.
Rolling to the edge of the bed, I bend over and reach for my pants to find my phone. I message Emmanuel.
Me:
Is Evie in town? Coming to the wedding with you tomorrow? BTW, I have your car.
E:
Hello to you too, stranger. Have a good time catching up with Sammie? Evie is not in town. I sent her home.
“Huh, E sent Evie home, which means he thinks something is going to go down too,” I tell Sammie.
“Babe, Emmanuel Lopez is a paranoid fucker. And stop talking to other men when you’re naked,” he grunts.
I roll my eyes. “He can’t see me.”
“How does he know you’re here?” Sammie asks, reading the message over my shoulder.
“He probably has a tracker on the car I borrowed,” I tell him. I know for a fact he has a tracker on it. “Also, he’s my friend. He knows I’d come to see you first.” I turn my head to look at Sammie. “But don’t you ever tell him I said that. I don’t need him thinking we’re friends.”
“Why?”
“It’s a thing. Do you have food?” I ask instead of answering. “I’m starving.”
“I’ll get you something.” Sammie pushes out of the bed, and I watch his naked ass as he walks across the room. Maybe I can skip food for a little longer and just have more of him.
“I’m going to feed you first, babe.” Sammie laughs as he walks out the door.
Damn it. I really could have gone straight for dessert. As the thought runs through my mind, my stomach growls—literally growls—and I’m thankful no one is around to hear it. Food it is, I guess.