Chapter 19 #2
Without hesitation, she obeys, slowly lowering herself onto her knees on the large rug.
He groans at the sight of her. She’s clad only in a light blue lace thong and white socks, her subtle eye makeup smeared and the pink gloss faded from their brief adventure in the rain.
Her long ponytail is still drying, thick locks curling into damp waves over her delicate shoulder.
“So beautiful,” he sighs as he closes the distance between them. He guides his cock toward her face, and instinctively, she parts her full lips to accept him. She waits, peering up at him through thick lashes as he positions the head of his cock at the entrance of her slightly open mouth.
“Kiss it,” he whispers.
She does, planting a sensual peck on the very tip. Her tongue slips out, swiping across her bottom lip as she tastes his precum. He groans as she kisses him again, then licks the tip once more.
“Open wide, sweetie,” he murmurs, and she stretches her mouth open for him.
The feel of her soft, full lips wrapping around the head makes his vision blur.
Inch by inch, he feeds more of his thick shaft into her hot mouth, savoring the slide of her tongue along the underside until she begins to gag at the halfway mark.
She surprises him by reaching up, tightening her grip around the base of his length.
Instinctively, she begins to work him, bobbing her head as her grip loosens just enough to spread saliva along his cock.
He tastes slightly salty, and she finds it delicious.
His width stretches her mouth to the edge of discomfort, but lust overtakes her, leaving her focused only on the sounds he makes as he stands over her.
“So good,” he rasps, watching her choke on his thick appendage. The head of his cock presses against the back of her throat, producing enough slick to make it wet and pleasurable for him. “What a good girl.”
He holds the back of her head but lets her set the pace, fighting the urge to seize her ponytail and take her mouth with abandon.
Though kneeling before him, a sense of power courses through her veins. More than anything, she wants to bring this cruel man to his knees and reclaim control.
She tries to take more of him, drool slipping from her chin onto the rug below. Her fist moves in rhythm with the quick bobbing of her head.
“Fuck,” he mutters, lost in the pleasure she’s giving him.
He pulls out and slaps his cock against her swollen, wet lips. “Tell me, Lila. Do you like sucking big dicks?”
“I know I really like sucking this one,” she replies, her tongue wrapping around his hard rod as she laps at the head and underside, coating him in saliva.
He groans loudly. “Good girl.”
Before she can process what’s happening, he presses her down against the silky rug and positions himself between her legs. Sliding her thong aside, he thrusts into her without warning, eliciting a gasp. Though wet from pleasuring him, the sudden breach knocks the wind from her lungs.
“I’m so, so sore…”
“You’ll get used to it, baby. Milk me. Grip and milk this fat cock thrusting into you.”
She tightens around him, her muscles clenching instinctively as he moves.
His mouth parts, peppering her with kisses as he buries himself deep inside. She returns them just as passionately, gently biting his bottom lip and tugging it with soft suction. Her reciprocation drives him wild, and he quickens his thrusts to an almost violent pace.
Lila, a conquered goddess beneath him, screaming his name, exudes a sexiness beyond his wildest imagination. Whoever she was with before was merely practice, preparing her for him.
“Fuck. I love a battered pussy,” he groans. “This pussy is fucking magic.”
She knows the compliment is born of the heat of the moment, yet something in her chest twists in response to his praise. She thought having sex so often would become boring, but the soreness and aches from their daily escapades only heighten her sensitivity and hunger.
He lifts her legs, biting and sucking at her toned calves as he fucks her.
“Oh, baby, I just can’t get enough. Fuck. I’m about to come. I want to come inside,” he says raggedly, his breath tickling her leg.
“You can’t!” she cries, sobering from her lust-filled haze. She’s been vigilant, tracking her cycle, and knows she’s at her most fertile. “It’s… not a safe day.”
He groans. “I’ll get you something.”
“No! That’s not good for my body to take so often.”
He bends down and kisses her parted lips. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll come wherever you want me to—even though all I want is to come deep, deep, deep inside you,” he says, each word punctuated by a deep stroke into her.
20
Her final Saturday in London passes in what feels like the blink of an eye.
Lila lies sprawled naked on the plush rug of Max’s master suite.
With only a couple of days left in her two-week overseas vacation, she reflects on the bittersweet moments, knowing this glorious chapter of her life will soon end.
Her long, dark, damp locks have begun to frizz as they dry.
They’d been caught in the rain again, though this time, Max had seemed equally delighted to splash through the puddles beside her.
Returning to his Mayfair home drenched and euphoric, they had hastily stripped off their clothes for another session of intense fucking.
She feels the need to shower, yet she can’t muster the energy to get up. She’s thoroughly spent.
Mesmerized by the flickering dance of flames in the fireplace, she feels wrapped in a comforting warmth too great to leave.
After a long day of touring London with Max on foot like regular tourists, she’s finally unwinding, quietly satisfied.
Lost in the moment, a touch of melancholy creeps in as the day draws to a close and thoughts turn to her upcoming flight home.
Still, the prospect of reuniting with her one true love excites her in a way no free vacation to London ever could.
Despite all the fun she’s had, Jake has always lingered at the back of her mind.
“Did you like it?” Max asks, his voice low with exhaustion. He’s clearly spent, too.
“What? The fish and chips dinner you bought me?” she teases, grinning as she remembers how he’d taken a day off from his strict diet to indulge in junk food with her all day. “Just kidding. Yeah, everything today was perfect.”
He smirks faintly. “So, what made you decide to move to the Big Apple?”
She lazily turns her head toward him, lying beside her with his head propped in his palm as he watches her.
The firelight licks across his bare skin, shadows sliding over each defined muscle, making him seem impossibly more carved, more dangerous than in daylight.
His eyes catch the flicker, sending a shiver curling low in her belly.
The glow traces his strong jaw and smooth chest, drawing her gaze down the length of him.
In that moment, he isn’t just beautiful; he’s temptation incarnate, a living Adonis whose very presence makes her forget how to breathe.
“I just wanted a change of pace. I like how there’s always something new in New York every day.
You told me once you didn’t really like being around people.
I don’t mind crowds, though. There’s a sense of invisibility and safety in being part of many,” she says, averting her eyes from his torso before looking back into his, which are like bottomless dark pools pulling her in.
She knows if she isn’t careful, she’ll slip and end up drowning in them, unable to resurface.
Max chuckles at that last statement.
“That sounds like my biggest nightmare.”
“I don’t know… I just like blending in. Being alone makes me feel exposed somehow.
” She shrugs. “But if you hate being around people, you might like the town I’m from.
Everything’s so spread out, and there aren’t many people.
Still, every little thing I did felt like I was putting myself out there to be scrutinized and picked apart. ”
“That sounds like my second biggest nightmare,” he says with a sardonic smile. “I just want to be on an island, away from everyone else.”
“That sounds lonesome,” she says with a small smile.
“It wouldn’t be lonesome. You’d be there.”
“What a flirt,” she playfully chides, unable to keep her lips from curling upward.
Max often seems like a lonely creature, yet he’s incredibly intelligent, attractive, and charming when he wants to be.
Moments like this make her wonder why he went to such lengths to be with her for a month when she’s sure countless women would eagerly line up for the chance.
“I mean it. We could fuck all day long… inside, outside… from sunrise to sunset… and sunrise again,” he says, chuckling softly to himself. His eyes are closed now, and she watches as his chest rises and falls with each slow breath.
“And we can do whatever we want, with no one there to judge. I’ll teach you how to swim so we can dive together. Make our own fish and chips. You know how to cook, right?”
“That would mean you’d have to fish and farm potatoes. I think that would get boring really fast,” she says quickly, trying to suppress the strange feelings bubbling in her chest.
“I don’t think so,” he murmurs wistfully. Opening his eyes, he locks his intense gaze with hers, making her feel unexpectedly shy.
“I can make it happen for us. Just say the word.”
“Haha… I’ll think about it. Ugh, you were too rough.
Now, how am I supposed to stand up and walk?
” Lila says dramatically, trying to steer the conversation away from the thought of being stranded on a remote island with Max, especially now that Jake wants to rekindle things. She feigns being upset, pouting at him.
Grinning, he edges closer and plants a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Sorry,” he murmurs, his breath tickling her skin.