Chapter 23
Chapter twenty-three
Miguel
Feels Better When You Earn It
“Promise me Laney.” I whisper against her temple as I pull the denim jacket off her shoulders.
“I promise.” She whimpers.
“You promise to do everything I tell you to?”
“Yes.” She exhales as I grip her breast through the lace of the dress. Her nipple is hard and begging for my touch.
“You promise to use your words?” I slide my hands down her arms and pull her wrists behind her, gripping both of them in one of mine.
“Yes Miguel.” I pull back and study her eyes. They’re hooded, and almost drunk on pleasure, but clear. If I’m going to push her tonight I need her to be in the right headspace.
“Stay put.” I command softly as I pull a hair elastic off my wrist and walk around behind her to loop it around her crossed wrists. “You okay?”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathy.
I have plans for us tonight, for her, and I hope she’s ready to push herself.
“You remember how good I made you feel in the truck?” She bites her lip and nods. “Now, it’s my turn. You want to make me feel good, Laney?”
“Yes Miguel, please let me.”
“Are you ready to earn my pleasure?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know how much you want to please me.” I whisper against the delicate skin of her neck and her eyes flutter closed. “And you please me exactly as you are right now.”
Her shoulders fall for a moment but I continue.
“But you can make me feel even better, Laney.”
“How?”
“Tell me something you like about yourself.”
“What?” Her shocked question sounds harsh in the intimate space we’re sharing.
Instead of answering her question I step in front of her while slowly unbuttoning my shirt before sliding it off my shoulders. Her eyes hungrily track the movement and I know I can use her desire to my advantage.
“I want to fuck that pretty face Laney, but I can’t until you tell me.”
Her eyes drop to my cock that is thundering against my jeans. “Tell you something I like about myself?”
“Yes Princess.”
“I like when you call me Princess.”
“Ah-ah, that’s something you like about me.”
“I like how good you make me feel.”
“Wrong again, Laney.” I stare into her bright blue eyes as I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs. “Are you going to make me fuck my fist instead of your perfect mouth?”
“Miguel.” She begs.
“Say it.” I coax as I slide my boxers down and free my cock.
“I like my sense of humor.” She rushes the words past her lips.
“Good girl.” I reward her and guide her to sit on the edge of the bed.
I cradle her throat in my palm as I pinch the base of my dick with my other hand. I guide her to lean forward and when my thumb brushes her cheek she opens her mouth for me.
“I’ll give you one taste Princess. But, then you have to earn it again.”
Laney whimpers but she leans forward another inch and pulls the head of my cock past her wet lips. I let her play with her tongue on my tip before guiding myself in further. I hit the back of her throat and she swallows around me.
It’s fucking mind blowing.
Instead of sliding myself in and out of her mouth like my instincts are begging me to, I pull back and lift her up so she’s sitting straight on the edge of the bed.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes please.”
“You know what you need to do.”
She licks her lips and looks up at me.
“I like that I turn you on.”
It’s not exactly what I’m looking for but it’s true. I step up to her and widen my stance as she leans forward and pulls my dick down her throat, so deep her nose brushes against my abdomen.
“Fuck Laney.” I hiss as I reach down and pull my balls since her hands are bound behind her back. “One more.”
The delicious torture of dragging this out to get her to admit how amazing she is has my heart pouding in rhythm with my throbbing erection.
She’s panting when I pull out and the rise and fall of her perfect chest in the red lace dress is intoxicating.
“What else Laney?”
“I, umm,” she stutters, “I like my hair.”
“This?” I ask as I reach around and gather the loose golden strands in my fist. I bend down as I pull her hair taught and her chin rises sharply. “I fucking love this hair Princess. Open.”
She opens her mouth and I hold her hair as she sucks me deeper and harder, making my balls tighten and spine tingle.
“You want my cum Laney?”
She nods with my cock between her lips.
“In your mouth or in your perfect pussy.”
Laney pulls back just enough to beg, “pussy.”
I release her hair and it falls around her shoulders. I reach around and pull the band off her wrists before placing a hand on her hip and moving her up the bed. The hem of her dress slides up her thighs as I lift it to her waist, revealing her perfect pink core to me.
“Are you proud of this cunt Laney?”
“Yes.”
“Proud of the way it has captivated me?”
“Yes.”
“Proud of how it tastes?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
“How?”
I guide her fingers down through her folds, coating them in her arousal, then I lift them to her lips. “Suck.”
Laney’s eyes flutter closed and my mouth waters.
“My turn.” I dip my head and pull her swollen clit between my lips.
“Oh shit.” Laney curses as she tries to roll her hips away from the sensation.
I plant my hands on her inner thighs to keep her open, and pinned to the bed. “Be a good girl and let me feast on this perfect pussy.”
“Fuck, oh fuck. Yes.” She mumbles as I devour her.
Moments later her hips are bucking and I press my face between her legs harder.
“Miguel, ohmygods, I can’t, it’s too much.”
Instead of telling her to take it I lick her harder until her arousal soaks my face. I lift and lick my lips and watch her chest heave and her stomach hollow out with her exhales.
“Miguel, I’ve never come so hard.” She says as her hands reach for my arms. I move over her and plant my fists on either side of her head.
“Now you’re going to make me come just as hard.” I inform her as I push myself into her in one hard thrust.
Laney arches off the bed but I shift and place a hand along the base of her neck.
Her eyes flare wide and connect with mine as I drag my cock out and slam back into her. I can’t get a deep breath with how tight her fucking pussy fits around me.
I bend down and capture her mouth for a kiss before straightening up and settling against her.
“You’re incredible Laney.” I say with a slam of my hips against her core. “You’re strong,” pump, “dedicated,” pump, “fucking sassy.”
Her walls contract around my cock.
“You’re a hard worker, a talented athlete, and such a good fucking girl for me I can hardly control myself.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I drag my thumb from the base of her throat down the center of her body to her clit. I flick up against it and her legs shake on either side of my hips.
“Miguel, oh fuck!” She curses as her fingers claw into the bedding.
“That’s it Princess, take the pleasure, take the praise, take me, take my cock.” Words tumble from my lips and I stop myself before anything more serious can escape.
“Yes, yes. Fuck! Miguel!” Laney cries out.
“Fuck, fuuuuck, yessss.” I hiss as I release myself into her depths.
I roll my hips slowly as the aftershocks rock us both.
Laney’s breathing deepens and she throws an arm over her eyes as I slide out of her and roll to the side of the bed.
I close my eyes and say a silent prayer of thanks for not admitting I love her in the middle of an intense fuck.
Next to me, Laney starts to laugh.
“What’s funny?” I ask her as I roll to my side and prop my head in my hand.
“I don’t know.” She giggles. “I just feel…so…good.”
I lean forward and kiss her shoulder. “Good. Wait here.”
After getting her a wash cloth and helping to wipe her body clean, I hold her at the hips as she walks to the bathroom to wash up.
She gives me a soft, sleepy smile as she closes the bathroom door and I tidy up our discarded clothes. I pull her red thong out of my pocket and as my thumb caresses the lace, my mind races.
Laney’s laughter moments ago was melodic. She’s stressed, nervous about ranking high enough tomorrow to qualify for Worlds next fall. I know her body can do it, I’m more focused now on her mindset.
Because I feel mine shifting.
Each day spent with Laney, each moment spent thinking about her training, each time our bodies connect adds a layer to my feelings for her, I grow to admire her more.
She surprises me, she makes me laugh, she makes me want to work harder.
After I wash up, I join her in bed. I open my arms and she curls into my side. The world slows as I tuck her against my chest. I know what it takes to turn your life around. I've been in the lowest of lows and I’m not sure what I did to be the lucky man Laney has chosen.
Laney simply makes me a better man.
One I hope is good enough to earn her love in return.