Chapter 22 – Lance
Twenty-Two
Spank Me Daddy
Lance
The motorcycle ride back to the penthouse felt like the longest ten minutes of my life.
Morgan’s arms wrapped tight around me, her thighs bracketing mine, her chest pressed flush to my back. Every time she shifted, every time her fingers tightened across my abs, it set off a chain reaction low in my spine.
Take me upstairs and show me exactly how much you want me.
Her voice played on a loop in my head, tangled up with the leftover charge from almost putting Sam in the ground. The violence hadn’t faded. It had shifted, sharpening into something else. Something hungry.
I pulled into the garage too fast and killed the engine.
Morgan swung off the bike and yanked off her helmet, curls spilling free. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted. Her dark eyes locked on me like she could already feel my hands on her skin.
I barely got the kickstand down before I had her pinned to the nearest concrete pillar.
She gasped into my mouth as I kissed her, hard, messy, teeth clacking. Her fingers fisted my jacket, dragging me closer like she’d rip it in half if I didn’t move fast enough.
“Upstairs,” she panted, kissing me again. “Now.”
We stumbled toward the elevator, bumping into walls and each other, hands already under clothes. The doors slid shut behind us with a soft ding, and I shoved her up against the mirrored wall, hands flat against her ribs.
“Fuck, you’re warm,” I murmured, sliding my palms higher until I felt the edge of her bra. “No one else gets this.”
“Then take it,” she whispered, grinding her hips into mine. “I want you to lose it.”
I dipped my head, lips grazing her jaw. “You sure? Because I’m right on the edge.”
“I want the edge.” Her fingers slipped under my shirt, nails scraping up my stomach. “You. Unhinged. Right fucking now.”
I slid one hand under her shirt and cupped her breast over the lace, thumbing her nipple until she gasped. I leaned in, speaking right against her mouth. “You’re not wearing this for me, are you?”
Her smile was wicked. “Maybe.”
I pinched her nipple lightly. She moaned, her hips jerking. “Thought so.”
I pulled the cup down and bent my head, licking slow circles around the peak before sucking it into my mouth.
“Lance—”
“Shh,” I said, flicking it with my tongue. “You said upstairs, but this elevator’s not going anywhere for the next twenty seconds.”
She arched into me, her leg hooking around my thigh, grinding her hips against the bulge in my jeans.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I growled, pushing against her. “I’ve been hard since the second you climbed on that bike.”
The elevator dinged, and we barely managed to break apart long enough to step out.
By the time we made it to the bedroom, we were already half-undressed. I kicked the door shut and pressed her into it hard enough to make it rattle.
“Now,” she said, breath ragged, eyes wild.
I stripped off her shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor. Her skin was glowing, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a race.
I ducked my head and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, tongue swirling. She cried out, her hands digging into my hair.
Her hips rocked against me, desperate, restless. I moved to the other breast, biting just enough to make her jolt.
“You taste like sin,” I muttered, licking her again. “And I want all of it.”
My hand slid between her thighs, into her panties. She was soaked.
“Fuck, Morgan,” I groaned. “You’re already dripping for me.”
“Do something about it.”
I shoved two fingers inside her, thumb stroking her clit in slow, controlled circles. She cried out, hips bucking into my hand.
Her head hit the door behind her, eyes rolling back. “Lance—”
I curled my fingers, fucking her slow and deep. “Look at me.”
She blinked down at me, her mouth open, sweat slicking her chest.
“This is mine,” I growled. “Every fucking inch of you.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “God, yes—yours. Always yours.”
She clenched around my fingers, her body spiraling into that edge. I didn’t stop.
She came with a shudder and a broken moan, back arching, hands clutching my shoulders.
By the time I pulled my hand away, she was shaking.
“Now,” she rasped. “I need you inside me. Right here.”
I unzipped, shoving my jeans and boxers just low enough. I lifted her, her thighs locking around my waist again.
I pressed into her in one smooth stroke.
We both groaned.
The tightness , the heat. Fuck, it was perfect. She clung to me, her breath hot in my ear.
I held her pinned to the door and started to move. Deep, hard thrusts that made her gasp with every one.
Her nails raked down my back. “Harder,” she said. “Don’t hold back.”
I didn’t. I gave her all of it, need, love, poured everything into every thrust.
She bit my shoulder, muffling a scream.
“You like that?” I growled. “You like it when I fuck you like I’m coming apart?”
“Yes. Yes, Lance, please—”
I changed the angle, driving in deeper. Her whole body jerked.
“Right there,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop.”
“I’ve got you, baby. Come for me.”
She shattered with my name on her lips. As her pussy gripped me, I groaned against her mouth, holding her as deep as I could go.
We stayed there for a moment, breathless, pressed to the door, clinging like the world might take one of us away.
Then Morgan laughed, spent and wrecked. “Okay. Now maybe bed.”
I kissed her temple and finally carried her the last few feet to the mattress, laying her down carefully.
Her smile up at me was sweet. “That was…” she started, voice low, still a little breathless.
“Not enough,” I said, pulling her closer. “I was gone the second we got on the bike. But we need to discuss how you scared me. We need to have a very lengthy conversation about it.”
“Do we now?” she asked, brow lifted.
"Turn around. Bend over the bed."
She looked up at me, eyes widening slightly at my tone, but she did as I said, pushing herself up and turning to face the mattress. She bent forward, bracing her hands on the sheets, that perfect ass presented to me.
"You know what happens when you scare me like that?" I asked, running my hand over the curve of her ass. "When you make me think I could lose you?"
Before she could answer, I brought my palm down hard on her right cheek. The crack echoed through the room, and she gasped, her body jerking forward.
"Lance—"
I immediately slid my cock back inside her dripping pussy, hitting deep, making sure to grind against her g-spot. She moaned into the sheets, her whole body trembling.
"That's one," I said, pulling out slowly.
Another sharp smack on her left cheek. She cried out, fingers clutching the bedding. I thrust back into her, angling just right to hit that spot that made her legs shake.
"Two," I growled, feeling her clench around me.
I pulled out again, watching her pussy drip onto the sheets. My palm connected with her ass once more, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her skin.
"Fuck," she whimpered.
I drove back into her, grinding deep, making sure she felt every inch. "Three. You don't get to scare me like that, Morgan."
I pulled out completely, leaving her empty and wanting. My hand came down again, the sound sharp in the quiet room. This time when I thrust back in, I held her hips still, controlling the pace, making her take exactly what I gave her.
"Four." My voice was rough, barely controlled. "You have no idea what went through my head when you disappeared."
I spanked her again, watching her ass turn pink under my palm. The way she whimpered made my cock throb as I slid back inside her soaking cunt, hitting that spot that made her whole body quake.
"Five." I leaned over her, pressing my chest to her back. "Never again, Morgan. You hear me?"
"Yes," she gasped, grinding back against me. "Yes, I hear you."
I pulled out and delivered another stinging slap. Her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down her thighs. When I pushed back in, she was even tighter, even wetter.
"Six." I spit on her asshole, watching it glisten. "You're mine to protect. Mine to keep safe."
I traced my thumb over her tight hole, circling slowly while she squirmed beneath me. "Seven," I said, bringing my hand down hard on her already reddened cheek.
She cried out, pushing back against me as I thrust deep, making sure to drag against her g-spot on the way out. I kept my thumb pressed against her asshole, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.
"Please," she whimpered into the sheets.
I pulled out and spanked her again, harder this time. "Eight."
When I slammed back into her dripping cunt, I pushed my thumb inside her ass at the same time. She screamed, her whole body convulsing around me.
"That's it," I growled, fucking her with my thumb while my cock hit deep. "Take it all."
I pulled out of her pussy completely, leaving my thumb buried in her ass. My palm cracked against her cheek again. "Nine."
This time when I thrust back in, I could feel my thumb through the thin wall separating her holes. The sensation made us both groan.
"Lance, I'm going to—"
"Come," I commanded, sliding into her one more time while working my thumb deeper into her ass. "Ten."
She shattered completely, her pussy clamping down on my cock so hard I nearly lost it. Her whole body shook as she screamed my name into the mattress, her ass clenching around my thumb.
I pulled out of both her holes, watching her collapse forward onto the bed, trembling and gasping. Her ass was beautifully reddened from my hands, her pussy still dripping onto the sheets.
"Turn over," I said, my voice rough. "I want to see your face when I finish inside you."
She rolled onto her back, legs spread wide, looking up at me with glazed eyes. Her clit was swollen and glistening, begging to be touched.
I climbed over her, settling between her thighs. "You learned your lesson?"
"Yes," she breathed, reaching for me. "I'm sorry I scared you."
I pushed back into her slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Good girl."