16. Wilson
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wilson
“Wils,” she purred beautifully.
She knows! She knew and didn’t throw anything at me or run away like I was some kind of freak. Oh, she tried, but I saw it the moment I stepped into the living room. She might have been confused about what I’d done, but she had definitely been turned on by it.
I gripped her wrists tighter, then my free hand moved down to her perfect ass and spanked it. Once. Twice. Three times. Loving the little gasped breathy sounds that escaped from her with each hard whack and the way my handprint started to bloom to life on her flesh.
“What are you doing?” She tried to move, but we both knew she was only giving it so much strength. If she wanted to, she could have escaped my hold.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me now,” I ordered. “I told you I had plans for you tonight.” She glanced over her shoulder. I saw the moment it all clicked into place.
“You wanted me to catch you,” she whispered, and I smirked.
Smart girl.
It had been risky, but the bigger the risk, the bigger the reward.
After talking to Lark about either quitting and taking the cameras down or coming clean, I knew I’d have to do something. I hated the idea of not being able to see her, observe her throughout the day, so I knew taking them down wouldn’t be happening. Just the thought gave me hives.
But it wasn’t until tonight that I’d really decided how to go about everything.
The moment we pulled away from the darkened corner where we had made out at the fundraiser, I knew this would be happening. It was why I’d insisted my assistant call me at a certain time and why I had left my personal phone in the living room.
I needed Lana to fully know who she was getting involved with when she dated me. Not that I would have let her get away if she tried.
“Now you’re going to stand there just like my pretty little doll and let me play with you.” I was an asshole. She had just learned the truth, and I was pushing to make her submit to me, to give in to my demands and hand over her trust.
“Wils,” she breathed, but there wasn’t an inkling of fear in her voice.
“Shh,” I soothed, pressing my lips against her cheek. “Keep those pretty hands up above your head, gorgeous.” I drew my hands off her.
I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin on my face. I was hard and aching as I stared at her wearing the dress I chose for her. She knows. She knew everything there was to know about me, all of it, and there she was, still doing my bidding.
Giving me exactly what I wanted.
I moved right behind her, making sure she felt exactly what the sight of her did to me. I pressed my length against her ass, looking at her bare back, her smooth tanned skin, and wrapped my hand around the soft curve of her hip, then dipped my head to kiss her shoulder. She broke out into goose bumps. I loved how responsive she was to me. Even after weeks of being together. Who was I kidding? If I had it my way, she would react this way decades down the line.
“I love you, Lana,” I hoarsely said, meaning every word. Love somehow wasn’t enough for what I felt when it came to her. The tips of the fingers from my free hand skimmed the line of her spine. She bucked, and her back arched, trying to get closer to the feather-light caress.
“I love you, too,” she whimpered, and when my fingers reached the zipper at her waist, I knew no matter how much I wanted to tease her and sweetly torture the two of us, I only had so much control left.
I pulled it down, careful with the delicate fabric and licking my lips at the delicious globes that I exposed. “Shit,” I cursed, “Please tell me you weren’t bare the entire time,” I growled.
“I wanted to be ready for you… just in case.”
“Hmm, my girl wanted to get naughty in the dark corner she pulled me into, didn’t she?”
“Oh god,” she moaned, and I smiled.
“Does my girl have a naughty side? Does she like the idea of getting caught?”
“Wils,” she whined.
“Shh…” My hand skimmed its way up her ass cheek and over her back until it reached the pretty bow at her neckline. “Does she like knowing she’s being watched?”
I undid it with a flick of my fingers and directed her to turn for me but to keep her arms up above her head. She did as I asked, her gaze hooded with desire. The dress slipped down and pooled at her waist, showing off her pretty, round breasts.
“Fuck.” I licked my lips. “You look like a siren ready to give me anything.”
“Wils, please. I need you,” she begged so beautifully I felt a droplet of fluid on the tip of my rock-hard dick.
“Yeah, you do,” I rasped. “You need anything, who are you going to ask?” The dark possessive thing inside me needed to push her boundaries. Not that I had to push that hard.
“You,” she breathed. The back of her head pressed against the wall, pushing her breasts out, closer to me, almost like an offering. “Only you, Wils.”
“Only me.” I cupped one pretty tit, strumming my thumb over the turgid flesh of her nipple.
“Yes!” she hissed, writhing against the wall. I dropped her breast, and she whimpered at the loss. I fell to my knees, and she glanced down at me. I loved the soft way her tits joggled with every breath she took. The way her eyes shined with love and affection I knew would only be directed at me and the children we would one day create.
“Be a good girl for me and stay still.” I pulled the silky material up her legs before falling to the ground. “Keep your hands up above your head. Just like that. Fuck, you look beautiful. So damn gorgeous. All I want to do is ruin you. Make you as addicted to me as I am to you,” I roughly demanded before diving into her pretty pussy and eating her out like a madman possessed.
I could live off Lana’s essence. Sweet and tangy. Perfectly feminine.
I didn’t tease or work it up. I was too amped up by the fact she hadn’t run off screaming. She still loved me even after everything I’d done. I licked and fucked her tight little hole with my tongue until her legs quaked and she couldn’t keep her hands up. Her fingers tugged on my hair, pressing me closer while her hips grinded against my face and my fingers joined in. Fingering her tight little channel, teasing her little forbidden hole. There wouldn’t be an inch of Lana I wouldn’t take.
“Wils!” she screamed out my name, and I lapped at the gush of wetness that filled my mouth.
I didn’t stop until her hands left my hair. I stood and didn’t bother with undressing all the way. I was too fucking close to the edge. I turned her around, and she went easily, bending at the waist, more than ready for another round.
“Such a good girl for me,” I muttered against her ear.
“More. I need more,” she whined. I licked the bead of sweat that had rolled down to her neck.
“You’re going to get more. You’re going to get everything, beautiful,” I vowed. I pulled my dick out of my slacks. The fucker was standing at attention. Red and mottled, the tip sticky with cum. I glided it between her pussy lips before thrusting inside of her in one long stroke.
“Wils!” she hissed as her pussy tightened around me. That sweet wet heat pulled me in deeper even as I tried to hold still. My lips brushed against her ear.
“You like that, don’t you? Me sliding into this perfect little pussy raw?” I hardly recognized the sound of my voice. “Fuck, baby! You’re so damn tight. Every. Fucking. Time.” I enunciated every word with each shift of my hips. Moving in and out of her body. Looking down at her. Her red dress was a wrinkled mess, my girl a beautiful sweaty one.
“Later, when we’re done, we’re going to watch this.” She squeezed me tightly. “You’re going to watch how fucking hungry I am, how fucking hard I needed to take you.”
“Yes!” She bucked into me. Loving every filthy word that dropped from my lips. Meeting me thrust for thrust, driving us both closer to the edge. My girl liked that idea so much I thought she was trying to clamp my cock off.
“Just like that, baby. Work for it, Lana. Get there. Make me come deep inside of you so I can get some pictures of this perfect sweet pussy dripping with my cum.”
“Oh god!” Her head fell back onto my shoulder. She turned, and I took her lips. Half crazed, deep in the moment, I fucked her harder, swallowing her sweet sounds.
My thrusts became erratic and jerky. My free hand moved up her body, stopping at her throat, holding her there gently as she kissed me and gave as good as she got. It wasn’t long until I felt that all-too-familiar tingling, telling me I was about to cum.
“Going to breed you, baby. Going to knock you up and make you mine,” I rumbled against her mouth.
“I am already yours,” she whined, and I grinned like a lovesick monster.
“Good. That’s a good girl,” I praised. My free hand moved between us, rubbing her clit. “Come for me. Come for your man, Lana.”
“Wils!”
“Come for your stalker,” I groaned, my toes curling inside my shoes.
That did it for her.
I felt her pussy start to spasm and flutter around me, milking my cock for every drop of my seed before her cries echoed in the living room and she came. Ripple after ripple pulled my release from my body as I shot deep inside her womb. I held her tightly to make sure neither of us fell. When we were done, she was limp in my arms, but I wasn’t done.
“Stay standing for me, baby.” I kissed her cheek, then her shoulder before I kneeled down.
I felt her eyes on me from over her shoulder, but I was a man on a mission. Spreading her ass cheeks, I watched her pussy open for me like the petals of the most delicate flower.
“Push it out, Lana. Show me what I left inside of you,” I filthily requested. I was an unevolved possessive dick when it came to her.
Our eyes met, and she nodded. I watched her pussy push and squeeze and push again before a droplet of my seed started to appear. And like an asshole, I pushed it back in there.
“You’re mine.” I kissed the tops of the back of her thighs before I licked her one more time. I loved how the two of us tasted together. I stood, and she turned, not flinching when I dropped my head, and our lips connected. This kiss was just as hungry but slightly slower. Sweeter in its own way.
“That was…” she started to say with a dreamy look on her face when I pulled away.
“I know.” I winked and pulled her dress down, leaving it in a rumped discarded pool of red silk on the ground before picking her up like a groom would his bride and carried her off to her bedroom. Settling in bed after taking my own clothes off, I pulled her into my arms.
“Was that too much?” I asked the top of her head and felt her shake her head. “I need the words, Lana.”
“It was perfect.”
“Are you really okay with everything? The cameras? The tracker? The way I tricked you into going to the cabin in Wyoming with me?” I asked, feeling my heart lodge in my throat. Especially when her bedroom filled with nothing but silence. She shifted, positioning herself on my lap. Her hands cupped my face as her beautiful eyes searched mine.
“Are you taking them down?” she asked softly and without judgment. It was on the tip of my tongue to lie. To tell her I would, and I wouldn’t do it again. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want any more lies or secrets between us. If we were going to have a chance at making this last as long as I hoped it would, I couldn’t do that.
“Do you want me to?” I asked instead.
“Don’t do that,” she whispered. The lovesick fuck I was loved the way she called me out on my crap. “Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Honestly?” I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t want to,” I rasped. I needed to be honest. “I hate how far apart we are throughout the day, and even though this is going to sound like I’m some kind of psycho, I like being able to watch whenever I want. To know you’re safe. To watch you work.”
“Work? In my office, too?” I didn’t miss the smile that threatened to appear on her gorgeous face.
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “The camera on your desktop and laptop,” I admitted.
“Do I get to do that, too?” she asked, and for some reason, that excited my worried heart.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I mean… do I get to set up cameras in your office and home to watch you when you’re not with me? I think its only fair.”
“You’re a tough negotiator.” I smirked. “I think we can make that happen.”
“You better,” she whispered against my lips. “You know this is not normal, right?” I rolled my eyes.
“Fuck normal. Normal is boring, and you, baby, are not boring,” I growled, raking my fingers through the back of her hair.
“Neither are you.” Her eyes shined with love I felt.
“We really okay?” I asked again, needing to know for certain.
“Yeah,” she agreed so easily I didn’t know what to do. It felt too good to be true.
Thankfully, my sassy girl leaned in and stopped just a smidge before our lips touched. “I love you, my silver-spooned crazy man.” Her tone was tender, her breath warm and sweet.
“Love you, beautiful.” My voice sounded rough before our mouths touched, and it wasn’t until a long time later that we fell asleep, both sweaty and more than satisfied. Something I would work tooth and nail, harder than I ever worked in an office, to accomplish every night for the rest of our lives.
My grandfather, the surly man who had figured out the meaning of life way too late and tried to teach me and his other grandkids, was right.
Sometimes wrong turns took you on the greatest adventures. And fuck me, was I fucking lucky for them!