Chapter 15
This woman makes me irrationally feral.
I’ve never been a man who felt the need to stake a claim. Owning a woman? How outlandish and barbaric. But there’s something about Layla Holmes that makes me want to mark her as mine, then let every other man within a hundred miles know that she’s spoken for.
Maybe if I knock her up, men would know she’s unavailable.
Jesus Christ. That thought makes my dick leak pre-cum.
Do I have a breeding kink?
The thought of her pregnant and bouncing on my cock is almost too exquisite an image to bear. I’m five seconds from coming, and I haven’t even kissed her tonight. Yet there’s a quiet voice in the back of my mind whispering, “Put a baby in her belly!”
This is definitely the first time that thought has ever occurred before I’ve fucked a woman. But, seeing as how Layla has unnerved me from the first moment I met her, I’m honestly not surprised that I’m finding out I have new kinks just by thinking about her.
And when my woman immediately drops to her knees in front of me, I groan at the sight. Dragging my thumb along her jawline, I’m awestruck at how flawless she looks, and I can’t help but tell her so. “You look perfect on your knees for me, baby.”
She preens at my words, further cementing the fact that Layla clearly has a praise kink. Her silver eyes sparkle, and the adorable pink sleep set she’s wearing stretches across her tits beautifully.
“Take off my pants,” I finally say, my voice deep with desire.
Layla’s hands confidently grab my waistband as I lean back, offering her more room to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants.
I lift my hips as she slowly drags the fabric from my waist, my obvious erection tents my boxers as she fully removes my pants.
I silently shake my head when Layla yanks off my socks.
“What?” she says softly. “People who have sex with socks on have to be sociopaths.”
“Completely agree.” She rests her hands on my knees as she awaits further instructions. “Take off my boxers.”
Hands slightly tentative this time, Layla grabs hold of the hem of my boxer briefs. I keep my gaze locked on her face as she pulls the material down, noting her eyes widening when she sees my length. “You’re bigger than I anticipated.”
“Okay?” I ask with a laugh. “What exactly did you anticipate?”
“I don’t know. Cocky men typically don’t have this,” she gestures wildly up and down my cock, “to back it up.”
“Poor Layla,” I say, with a mock sigh. “Always fucking the wrong men.”
She shoots me an irritated glare. “You’d better back this up with more than sixty seconds.”
I laugh. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be satisfied. Now shut your mouth until I tell you to fill it up.”
She snorts, but I see her answering smile. Her eyes meet mine, and she raises an eyebrow as if asking me, “Now what?”
“Do you like sucking cock?” I ask, and she shrugs. Guessing that to mean she’s indifferent, I soldier on. “I bet you secretly like it. You want to make a man lose control, and know that you’re responsible for it.”
Her smile widens, and I know I’m on to something.
“Do you like to hear when a man loses control? When he says things like ‘yeah, right there,’ or ‘just like that, don’t stop?’”
Layla nods enthusiastically, and I drag my hand through her hair, the strands like silk slipping through my fingers. “And if I bury myself in the back of your throat, telling you to swallow me while tears fill your eyes, will you enjoy that?”
She nods again. I reach out to stroke her lower lip with my thumb, forcing her mouth open. Sliding my middle finger against her tongue, I test her gag reflex, pleased when she doesn’t gag. “When I tell you to swallow, you won’t let one drop out? You’ll take everything I give you?”
She nods again, but not before she closes her mouth around my finger, sucking it as she trails her tongue along my skin.
White spots dot the corners of my vision as I think about what it will feel like to be deep in her mouth, and when she leans forward to lick me from my balls to the tip, I let out a guttural groan.
“Fuck, Peaches. You’re gonna make me come too early, aren’t you?
What if I want to come in your sweet pussy instead? ”
Layla circles the tip with her tongue, smiling devilishly. “You can come more than once, you know.”
“It’s more difficult for men to do that — Jesus Christ, Layla!
” I choke out as she sucks my length into her mouth, all the way to the base.
I knew her mouth would feel good, but this?
This feels like paradise. She’s sucking at the perfect rate, dragging her tongue up and down, and I’m on the verge of an orgasm almost immediately.
Less than a minute later, and I’m grunting through my release as shudders rack through my body.
True to her word, Layla doesn’t miss one drop.
I fall back onto the bed, panting. “Damn, woman. I didn’t even get a chance to tell you how I like it. You just seemed to know.”
She giggles, rising to stand as she wipes the corner of her mouth. “I hate to tell you this, but a lot of guys have the same spot they like. It’s like the G-spot for women. I’m sure you know the general area to find mine. On a related note, do you know where yours is?”
“In my ass, and no, we’re not searching for it tonight,” I answer dryly, still taking deep breaths.
“Dang,” she says, pouting adorably. “You’re taking all the fun out of this.”
Sitting up halfway, I grab her hand, pulling her down on top of me. “I think I can come up with other ways to have fun that don’t involve my asshole, and definitely have you coming more than once.”
“I’m all for my own orgasms,” she teases, her eyes sparkling. Sliding a hand into her hair, I pull her face down to mine, taking her lips in a deep kiss. She sighs into my mouth when my tongue skirts in to circle hers. “I can’t believe you want to kiss me after that.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I ask, puzzled.
“You came in my mouth.”
“So?”
“Most guys won’t kiss after that.”
“I’m not most guys.” I pause, thinking about her words. “But can we stop talking about your previous sex life? I don’t want to feel like I have to murder a bunch of assholes.”
“Well, you just came, so I’m expecting our first bout of intercourse to last less than thirty seconds because you won’t know how to go longer than that, unfortunately.”
“What?” I shout. Reaching up, I tickle her ribs. “I’ll have you know, I can last so much longer than thirty seconds.”
Layla shrieks, giggling as she falls to the side. I follow her, covering her body with mine. She tries to tickle me, but I grab her sides, tickling her again. “Stop! I’m too ticklish.”
I grab her hands, putting them above her head. “I’m not ticklish at all, not even my feet.”
“I feel like you’re lying,” she replies.
She’s right, but I’m not telling her that. Back to the original conversation. “I don’t care that I just came in your mouth. I’ll go down on you after I come in your pussy too. When I need my mouth on you, nothing will get in my way, Peaches.”
A quick intake of breath tells me she didn’t expect that answer. “That’s way hotter than it should be, Max.”
“Good.” Letting go of her hands, I climb to my knees, straddling her, and reach behind my neck to yank off my shirt. “You should know I’ll eat your ass too. I want my tongue on every delectable inch of this body. You got a problem with that?”
She lets out a low moan, shaking her head. “As long as I get to come, and you don’t bind my hands, I’m happy.”
I nod. “And no calling you a bad girl.”
Layla stills. “How did you know that?”
Fuck.
I’m not supposed to know that. Ground Man knows it, though.
I attempt to shrug nonchalantly, reaching forward to drag a hand down her clavicle, between her breasts. “You clearly have a praise kink, Lay. I just assumed you wouldn’t like being called a bad girl. You definitely want to be my good girl, though, don’t you?”
“I’m okay with good girl,” she finally answers, and I let out a slow exhale. I have to figure out a way to tell her I’m Ground Man, and I have to do it soon. This is getting so complicated, and I should stop this right now. But I can’t.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her up. “Arms up.”
When she complies, I pull her shirt up and off. A basic white bra awaits me, and while it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, it’s so perfectly Layla that I want to steal it. Keep it with me always so I can remember this night that I got to have her. “Please tell me your panties match this.”
“They might,” she whispers, making me scamper off the bed. Quickly grabbing her shorts, I yank them off, revealing a white thong with a wide waistband.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt. “That’s hot as fuck.”
“It is hot,” Layla says softly. “I’m absolutely burning up.”
Falling to my knees, I pull her to the edge of the bed. I’m about to tell her to sit up, so she can watch me eat her, but she beats me to it. Resting on one hand, her other reaches into my hair, nails scratching delicately at my scalp. “Hey, Max?”
“Yeah,” I reply gruffly.
Layla smiles sweetly. “Don’t be gentle.”
Christ almighty.
Groaning, I throw both her legs onto my shoulders, then lick up the seam of her pussy. The fabric of her thong provides a great texture as I lap at her, and soon Layla is gyrating against my face. Once the material is good and wet, I lean back to blow against it, and Layla’s entire body jolts.
“Oh!” she cries out, clutching my hair tightly. “Oh God, don’t stop!”