Chapter 12
TWELVE
“I hope you don’t mind,” I said to Ever as I pulled into the driveway of my home. “I’d rather stay in and cook for you. With my release being so fresh, a public outing for us would include constant recognition from others, and I’d rather stay centered and give you my undivided attention.”
“I don’t,” she answered.
“If you’d rather us go elsewhere, I can arrange something with some privacy.”
“No. Your place is fine,” she confirmed.
Taking her word for it and finding it hard to believe she’d lie to me, I shut off the engine and released her from my grip.
I stepped out of my truck and walked around to her side to help her out.
She hadn’t touched the door and I hadn’t wanted her to either.
Ever was making it clear to me she wanted the royal treatment, and I wanted to make it clear to her it was exactly what I planned to give her.
I helped her climb down from the truck. The last thing I wanted was her busting her ass in the heels she wore. That would end our night before it even got started. She slid down my body slowly, ending in my arms with her feet on the ground.
“Thank you.”
“You look beautiful,” I shared with her.
Leaving it up for debate or for her to wonder about wasn’t an option.
I wanted her to know exactly what I thought and how I felt about how she’d shown up for our date.
When I first laid eyes on her in the black skirt, I couldn’t determine which I liked better.
The skirt and the romper were going head up in competition.
Ever only smiled, not giving a verbal response. Her right hand snaked up my chest and ended at my neck, where she caressed me. I leaned into her delicacy before pushing forward and pecking her lips. She quickly wrapped both arms around my neck and refused to let me go.
“Kiss me again,” she demanded.
“Ever,” I warned.
“Again,” she begged, looking up at me.
I couldn’t deny her anything she wanted. Saying no to Ever would hurt my feelings more than it did hers. So, I wavered. I lowered my neck and watched as she traced my lips with her tongue before slipping it into my mouth. She was playing a dangerous game and I’d be a fool not to join her.
“You’re not going to make it to dinner if you keep this up, Ever,” I informed her as I attempted to pull back.
“I was thinking on the way over, and I’m not opposed,” she admitted, removing one hand from around my neck and placing it on my hard dick.
She rubbed it through my jeans, causing it to harden a bit more.
I felt like it would bust through the fabric at any second.
When I’d had enough of her antics, I pressed her back against the bottom of the passenger seat.
I leaned down, following her skirt’s seam until I reached the bottom.
I heard the loud gasp fall from her pretty lips as I raised the skirt in one swift motion, exposing the bodysuit that was underneath it.
“Luca,” she breathed rapidly and deeply.
“Too fucking late for that Luca shit. Don’t call me again unless you’re cumming on this dick.” I explained the rules of the game that she’d chosen to play.
It had been eight years since I’d slid into some pussy and though this wasn’t how I planned to slide into hers, she’d asked. I could only deliver. One thing I wouldn’t do is withhold anything from Ever that I knew she truly wanted or needed, whether she vocalized it or not.
I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans before either of us had a chance to ruin the moment with words. The twinkle in her eyes when my dick sprang from my jeans didn’t go unnoticed. I conjured a glob of spit and let it fall onto my dick for lubrication.
I swooped Ever’s small frame into my arms, slid everything that was blocking my entrance out of the way, and slowly slid into her.
Inch by inch, I lowered her onto me. Her slipperiness was enough to get me deep inside of her pussy without assistance.
She was soaking, and I planned to wring her dry before I let her in my house.
I kissed her lips again as we both groaned heavily into one another’s mouth. For the first few seconds, I didn’t move. I couldn’t, too afraid that it would be the end of our adventure and it had just started.
Her pussy felt like everything that I’d been missing and the shit that I didn’t even know my life needed.
It was like the warmest of hugs on a chilly day.
It was like the love you knew you needed after a long day of running the streets.
It was as cozy as your favorite tee and as intoxicating as your favorite liquor.
“Fuck,” I grunted, knowing that seeing her pretty face as I made love to her body was a deadly combination. So, I did something that every bone in my body advised me against. I slid out of her and forced her to turn around before sliding back into her from behind.
“Ummmmmmmmmmm.” She gushed for me.
Bad. Fucking. Idea . Now, it was her ass that was swallowing her thong and bodysuit that I was forced to watch bounce as I hit her shit over and over.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
Our bodies collided, thighs sounding off with each thrust. I felt Ever’s hand on my stomach as she attempted to put a halt to my stride, but I smacked it away. This was the punishment she deserved for barking up my fucking tree.
“Un. Don’t run from this shit,” I encouraged her. “Take this dick. You got it. You got this. Aight?”
“Umm hmmm.” She moaned, nodding her head rapidly as she looked back, seemingly trying to find our point of connection or see what the hell I was doing to her.
“Shit.” She felt too fucking good to be true, and I knew it wasn’t only because I hadn’t had pussy in a while.
I knew good pussy when I slid into good pussy and her shit was spectacular.
It was top fucking tier. I didn’t know if it was from its snugness or the fact that I was feeling her like a motherfucker.
Whatever the case, her shit was straight heat.
I reached around, pushing her clothes to the side to find the nub that would drive her to her peak.
It wouldn’t be much longer before I was emptying my seeds into her, but I wanted to make sure she got off first. The white thickness on my dick didn’t mean shit to me.
She was enjoying our time together. It was evident but I needed more from her.
I wanted her knees to buckle and her eyes to bulge.
I wanted her soul to escape her body and come to Daddy, right where it belonged.
I wanted her so sensitive by the time I finished with her she couldn’t even stand to be touched.
I wanted her to feel like a noodle that I had every intention of eating after I fed her dinner and more dick. I wanted her to say my fucking name.
Even when I slowed my strokes, I could still hear the stickiness that we created between us. I found the little switch that could take a woman from ten to one hundred in under a second. The tiny nub with over eight thousand nerves. I planned to hit every one of them before the night was out.
“LUCA!”
Her time was here and mine was to follow. I rubbed her pearl with my thumb, back and forth and I stroked her slowly, helping her reach her pinnacle. That was the goal for me. Ever . From the moment I’d laid eyes on her until the rest of forever, she’d always be.
“Say my shit again,” I instructed, applying more pressure as she began to convulse underneath me.
“LUUUUUUUUUCA.” Her body jerked forward, then backward, then forward again.
I could feel the weight of her body increase as she lost control of her movements and could no longer sustain the weight of her body.
“Ummmmmmm.”
I came for what felt like an eternity, my dick constantly spitting rapid fire as Ever collapsed into my arms. My territory had been marked, and I didn’t play about shit that belonged to me.
The steaks were on the section of my stove that was created for grilling. The lobster sat beside it getting a bit pinker by the minute. The broccoli was finished and cooling. My potatoes were nearly done boiling, only needing some good seasoning, milk, butter, and mashing.
Ever sat on top of the island with a glass of Chateau Lafite Rothchild to her lips after taking a quick wash up in one of the guest washrooms on the first level.
The heels she’d worn were off, and she’d traded flowing curls for a ponytail that showed off her beautiful features.
She looked good sipping a glass from the thousand dollar bottle of wine with the bracelets I’d given her back in their rightful place.
She looked expensive and that’s how I liked her.
“Open the top drawer,” I told her.
“What do you need?” she asked as she scooted over and opened it.
“Nothing. There’s a gift in it for you,” I revealed.
Her mouth slacked and eyes found mine after noticing the dark green box with Audemars Piguet written across the top.
I shrugged and then nodded, encouraging her to continue.
She grabbed the box from the drawer and began to open it.
Once she was finally through the unnecessary obstacle course, she was face to face with the piece that would replace the watch of hers that I’d tossed.
“Please don’t wear costume jewelry around me. Never . If there are pieces you prefer, please let me know and I’ll see that you get them.”
“What is your beef with costume jewelry?” She set her glass down again after sipping from it and then removed the watch from its casing.
Her eyes glistened in the light as she examined her new timepiece.