87. Chapter 85
Xavier
Gripping the handle, I turn it and look back down the hall to see if any of those fuckers have come to check on me. When all I hear is their dull-as-fuck conversation, I push the door open, step through the gap, and quickly close the door behind me, enclosing us into silence.
The room is pitch-black. I’ve been in this room before, and it only takes a minute for my eyes to adjust. Nothing has changed. The asshole is the worst creature of habit I’ve ever met.
But for the first time in a long time, the fucker has managed to surprise me.
Expecting Dove’s location to be just over ten miles from my spot at Derek’s poker table, it is fair to say that I was shocked when she was only ten yards away.
So, I bided my time, refilled drinks more than once, and now, I finally get to see my little dove.
And there, in the middle of the bed, is a rumple of blankets.
Slipping off my shoes, I undo the button on my pants and shove them down with my briefs and socks before removing my shirt. My cock has been hard since I knew she was here. I wrap my palm around it and start stroking.
I don’t have long; the others will realize I’m gone soon and come looking.
This is going to be an in and out.
The floor being carpeted in here is perfect for me, and I’m at the bed without making a noise. Raising the blankets, I slip between the cool sheets.
Emery is on her side, her back to me, one arm bent at an odd angle. Did she need to get her brace put back on? What the fuck?
Carefully, I reach over her and touch the wrist, but when I feel smooth leather, I curse that fucker in my head.
He chained her to his bed, and he didn’t invite me?
This changes my plans.
Gently, I roll Emery until she is more on her stomach, and she makes a sleepy noise, trying to wake up.
“Shhh, baby girl, go back to sleep.” I keep my voice a gravelly whisper, and this time she allows me to move her as I like, resettling to fall asleep on her stomach.
With one hand planted on the other side of her, I support myself above her until I’m able to settle against her ass. She jerks under me and groans as my cock presses into her ass crack.
“Daddy, no, it hurts.”
I grin. That’s right, little dove, this is your Daddy.
“Shh,” I croon, doing my best to channel Derek.
Reaching down, I trail my fingers over her skin but pause as I feel the raised lines on her ass cheeks. Ah, that must be what hurts.
I press my thumb right onto a line. She hisses and tries to wriggle beneath me. “Daddy, noooo.”
All her wriggling has done is settle my cock between her cheeks. I fuck along the groove, making her whine and moan. Bracing myself on my elbow, I reach up with my free hand and take a fist of her hair and force her face toward her pillow.
I don’t need anyone coming to investigate what the noise is.
Though she reaches back and tries to push at my hips, she has no leverage, but her struggle…
Fuck, her struggle.
My balls are fucking heavy, and if I’m going to get what I came in here for, then I need to hurry the fuck up. Pulling back, I let go of her hair and reach between us to reposition my cock at her slick cunt.
I grit my teeth against the groan that rumbles in my chest as I slide all the way in, until my pelvis is flush with her ass. There are whimpers and sobs coming from the pillow, but they are barely audible.
With a roll of my hips, I pull out and slide back in, making sure to connect solidly with her ass. Gripping her thigh, I force her to raise it up, allowing me more access, and then I stop fucking around.
I pound into her tight little pussy, enjoying every fucking noise she makes, but really loving the way her hands push against my thighs, trying to stop me from bumping her tender ass flesh, face still buried in the pillow like the good girl she is.
Sorry, little dove, but that isn’t going to stop me.
Fuck, I’ve missed this cunt. Six fucking days away was way too many, even though I had her hair conditioner with me.
Emery turns her head to the side and tries a new way of getting me to stop. “Please come, please come, it hurts. It hurts so much. Please, I can’t.”
But oh, she fucking can. Her pussy is wet. So wet that we are starting to make a schlicking noise.
My Dove loves this.
She craves this.
But if I’m not already out of time, I’m close.
So, I take what I need, reaching under us and capturing a breast in my hand, squeezing until she fights back. Increasing my pace, there is nothing I can do about the slapping noise of my skin connecting with hers, but it doesn’t matter, because my orgasm is right there.
Letting go of her breast, I shove my hand up to her throat and squeeze. Hearing the wheezed gasp as I tighten my fingers is what I need, and my orgasm rolls through me, heat flushing up into my stomach as my cum unloads inside of her.
Not giving myself time to catch my breath, I let her go and pull out, quickly working my way down her body until I grab her hips and raise them up in the air.
Then I lean forward and latch my lips right over one of her marks, sucking hard and fast until she cries out again, and then I bite down over the abused flesh, to make sure my mark stays.
Unable to help myself, I dip my fingers into her, feeling my cum mixed with her wetness, and scoop a little out, then bring my fingers to my mouth so I can taste myself from inside her.
Leaning forward, I use my weight to press her back down into the bed, her noises more like sobs now. Fuck, if I had more time, I’d do this all over again.
Putting my mouth near hers, I whisper in her ear. “Count to thirty before you move.”
Then I get up and get my briefs and shirt on before gathering everything else and slipping out the door to finish getting changed in my designated spare bedroom.
Looks like I’m sleeping here tonight.