Chapter 9
The soft sounds of a movie play on the massive flat screen, but no one is watching. Lila’s certain it isn’t even Pretty Woman, though the volume is too low to tell.
What a dangerous liar… luring me here under the pretense of watching a harmless movie, just so that he can have his way with me.
And yet, despite that thought, her hands trail along his back, tracing the grooves of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt.
Amid the darkness enveloping his home, the glow of city lights pours through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows. It spills across the living room, casting a soft illumination just enough to see one another on the massive L-shaped sofa.
His kisses consume her. She wraps herself around him, one hand sliding up the back of his neck, tugging him closer, the other resting against his broad shoulder.
He holds her chin gently yet insistently, pressing his lips to hers in an unrelenting, magnetic rhythm.
She melts beneath him, trapped between his hard chest and the plush sofa.
His hand begins to wander, drifting down until it cups her breast. His thumb brushes over her hardened nipple, sending shivers racing through her body.
He shifts, pressing the hardness of his length against her mound. The sudden friction makes her gasp, a loud, unrestrained moan spilling from her lips.
A tiny voice in the back of her mind scolds her. She can’t remember if she even told Claire she was leaving. But thought is impossible with his tongue exploring hers, teasing, electrifying her with every sweep. A damp heat gathers between her thighs, betraying the rising tide of her desire.
“Open for me,” he murmurs, lifting his head to look down at her, eyes dark with hunger.
She shakes her head, wariness and longing twisting together.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he pleads, pressing his forehead to hers. His voice is husky, thick with need, and the tremor it sends down her spine sets her stomach aflutter. Still, she shakes her head.
Undeterred, he returns to her lips, tongue tracing slow, seductive patterns.
“Come on,” he whispers again, and still she can’t answer.
“You’re so pretty,” he breathes against her mouth.
Danger thrums through her veins.
This is so dangerous. So, so dangerous.
He cups her face, tilting it upward, exposing the sensitive curve of her neck.
A soft, involuntary moan escapes as his mouth claims her skin, tongue tracing hot, circular paths.
His hips grind into hers relentlessly, coaxing gasps, mewls, and whispers from her.
The sounds grow louder and louder, filling the room.
Her skin flushes under the intensity, every nerve alight with need.
She feels like she is floating on cloud nine.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he confesses, grinding against her harder.
Hearing that, she offers little resistance as he parts her legs with his knee, settling between her open thighs. Her short dress has ridden up, bunched at her waist, leaving her vulnerable and bare beneath the thin veil of her panties.
Yet despite being so exposed, she feels a sense of safety, knowing his pants and shirt are still on.
He peels the top of her off-shoulder dress down, instantly exposing her bare breasts. His hot, wet mouth finds her nipple, his voracious attention distracting her as he slides out of his pants.
He briefly pulls away to kick off his pants, the outline of his massive bulge beneath his briefs sobering her. She begins to scoot away from him on the sofa.
“I’m not doing anything with you,” she says firmly.
“I know,” he assures her, sliding back between her thighs.
Now unconfined by his pants, she can feel the exact shape of his hard member pressing against the ever-growing wet spot on her panties.
His persistent grinding sends electrifying currents through her as each rolling stroke hits the nub hidden between her puffy folds.
Meanwhile, he continues his diligent play with her breasts, caressing one nipple with his lashing, attentive tongue, while his rough fingers tease, twist, and pull mercilessly at the other.
His touches feel maddening. She laces her fingers through his hair, holding him close until his hips abruptly still. She sighs in protest, frustrated, as he lifts away—only to be startled by the sensation of his fingertips skimming across her throbbing slit.
With a quick motion, he moves the fabric of her thin panties aside, exposing the glistening petals beneath.
“Wait,” she exclaims, pressing against his shoulders to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.
A finger dips through her folds to trace her entrance, as if testing the waters, before suddenly thrusting inside.
He draws out her natural lubrication, sliding his probing finger out and upward to smear it across her pink pearl.
His thumb begins to circle it with deliberate pressure, coaxing a moan of pleasure from her lips.
Pulling his hand away, he slips his slick fingers into his mouth to taste her.
Her heart lurches as their eyes lock, half-lidded and consumed with lust. He sucks his fingers slowly, savoring her, before plunging two fingers back inside her hot canal.
With his thumb pressed firmly to her clit, he begins to pump her in steady strokes.
She writhes beneath his touch, twisting and clutching the throw pillows above her, jerking her hips upward to meet each delicious thrust.
“Wait, stop,” she begs as the pleasure becomes too intense.
He gently shushes her and quickens his pace, driving her toward a level of ecstasy she’s never known before.
“Come for me, beautiful,” he commands.
She screams his name as release overtakes her, nails digging into his arms as she convulses beneath him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
Lila struggles to catch her breath as she tries to sit up. Her legs feel like Jell-O.
“I, um, need to go home now.”
Still trembling from the aftermath of the intense climax, she barely registers him shifting his weight.
“Stay here,” he says, pushing her back into the plush sofa and pressing his lips onto hers.
“No,” she says, shaking her head. But even to her own ears, her voice sounds weak and hesitant. “I have to go home now.”
“It’s late,” he insists, planting a tender kiss on her cheek.
It’s only then that she realizes her cheeks are wet, streaked with tears from the intensity he had forced upon her.
“Stay.”
“I. Want. To. Go. Home!” she cries, each word punctuated by a shove against his chest, but he remains unmoving. Like a broken dam, a fresh surge of tears bursts from her eyes.
“Look at what you’ve done to me,” he says, his voice thick with desire, hoisting himself up. He grabs one of her hands and places it on his rock-hard member. She gasps, startled to see that he’s now completely bare from the waist down.
Guiding her fingers around his cock, he urges her to grip it as he begins sliding her hand along his shaft.
It feels enormous in her hand. She tries to pull away, but his grip remains firm.
Frozen in place, she watches as he uses her hand to stroke himself.
“You want this?”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. She hates the soft, timid, fearful tone of her own voice.
With his free hand, he slips his fingers once more between her wet folds.
“Yes, you do,” he states matter-of-factly, holding up his glistening fingers, slick with her wetness.
He glides them slowly across her lower lip, leaving a shimmering streak of her lubricant behind.
“Let me make you feel good.”
She hesitates.
Her heated body screams to be touched. Embraced. Loved. She thinks she must have lost her mind because her whole body is crying out for him.
“Okay… but be gentle this time…”
“Don’t worry. I will,” he promises, releasing her hand from around his cock.
He spits on his fingers and spreads his saliva between her folds in slow, deliberate strokes, adding to her wetness.
“Go slow. Please,” she whispers, bracing herself. Her mind still feels fuzzy. She plants her hands firmly on his chest as he begins to press into her.
She grunts, beginning to hyperventilate as her walls clamp down, refusing to let the large, invasive rod slide in any further.
He groans and switches tactics, pushing the crown of his member along her creamy folds to lubricate himself.
She bites down on her lip as the head of his shaft swirls devastating circles around her pink bud, pleasure flooding through her.
He pulls back, letting the tip of his length linger at her tight entrance before thrusting forward again. The head, slick with her wetness and a bead of his precum, parts her walls with a force that makes her gasp.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “I knew you’d be like this.”
A few inches of his length slip inside, drawing groans from both of them—his from pleasure, hers from the sharp sting of the intrusion. He pulls out until only the tip remains lodged inside her, relishing how her walls clamp tightly around his retreating shaft.
She struggles for breath as he lifts one of her legs over his shoulder. With a sudden, powerful thrust, he drives most of himself deep into her.
Though slick with her arousal, she feels uncomfortably stuffed and unnaturally stretched around him.
He pulls out slowly, then drives in hard again, the rhythm punishing, until only a few inches of him remain outside, the tip pressing unrelentingly against her cervix.
“It hurts,” she gasps, clawing at his chest. “Stop! Take it out!”
He presses his forehead to hers, remaining still inside her. She watches his furrowed brows, hears his deep, ragged breaths, and is stunned to realize that he’s fighting just as hard as she is.
Gradually, he begins to move, grinding and rolling his hips. Her body adjusts, her tunnel stretching to accommodate him, the pain giving way to an undercurrent of pleasure.
Every deep thrust sets her insides ablaze, forcing ragged sighs, sharp gasps, and guttural moans from her throat. She spreads her legs wider, desperate to ease the crushing fullness of his thick, ravaging cock.
“Fuck. It’s so good,” he rasps, voice raw and ragged with need.
He lifts her other leg onto his shoulder, leaning over her with his hands planted beside her head.
Her hamstrings burn as he stretches her, plowing into her with savage precision.
Her inner lips cling to him, her walls snapping back with every withdrawal before he plunges forward again, his devastating sword shredding through her without mercy.
Her fists clutch the pillows above her as the room fills with the thunderous rhythm of flesh meeting flesh, mingling with their breathless moans.
The ache of being overwhelmingly filled and stretched to the brim is still there, but pleasure has completely overridden it.
She tries to focus on the fullness, feeling her climax building rapidly.
Her toes curl, brushing close to his ears as he pounds into her without mercy.
He lavishes her with whispered praise, and she cries out his name, lost entirely to the man who is essentially ruining her.
“Come for me, Lila,” he croaks, using his thumb to tease her clit with punishing strokes. “Come on my dick, baby.”
And she does. Her walls crash down on him in rhythmic waves, rippling tenderly around his length and coaxing him toward his own release.
His thrusts grow shorter, more desperate, as he pounds into her with reckless abandon.
She feels his cock throb and pulse inside her as his body tenses and stills, releasing thick, hot ropes of cum deep within her as she writhes beneath him.