Chapter 31 #2
She looks up at me, and her green eyes pierce straight into my soul. “Do you want to talk about tonight some more?”
I shake my head. “I want that in the past.”
“Then what are you thinking about so hard that I see smoke coming out of your ears?”
Her scumbag husband. But I’d rather not ever speak about him. “I’m grateful you’ve come into my life. I know we don’t have a normal relationship, but all of this brought you to me.”
She blinks up at me as her cheeks turn pink. “Our relationship scares me,” she says so softly I’m not sure if I imagined the words.
But I reply anyway. “Me too.”
Her chest rises and falls as she stares into my eyes. I know her well enough to know that she doesn’t want to continue the conversation. It’s too much for her. And I don’t want to scare her away.
So, I lower my head and press my lips to hers, hoping she can tell how I feel without saying another word.
She meets me with a hunger as if she’s been waiting for me to make a move.
The moment I open my mouth to deepen the kiss, she devours me.
I grab her by the nape of her neck and tilt her head back for better access.
Her fingers seek out my hair, and she tugs on the short strands.
A girl on the television screams, but the movie is completely forgotten now as Serenity climbs onto my lap, grinding on my instantly hard cock. She rocks her hips back and forth, her ass teasing me, and I groan.
“You’re going to drive me insane.”
She leans down and whispers in my ear, “That’s the plan.”
“Do you remember what I asked last time?”
She nods, and she continues to circle her hips. “I’ll tell you if anything makes me feel uncomfortable.”
I grip her hips. “Are you a bad girl tonight?”
Serenity stops moving and juts out her bottom lip. “I guess I should stop then.”
I can’t stop the smile that overtakes my mouth. My heart pounds against my ribcage like a steady drum. Her desire for praise drives me wild. “How about you help me take off my pants?”
She listens and immediately undoes my belt and button. I adjust to pull the slacks all the way down my legs, but they’re still around my calves. She has me pinned down in the best way.
Serenity moves to pull off my pants and blinks up at me. “Now what?”
Her pupils get larger, and it takes all my might to not bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her right now. But no, I have a better plan for her.
I lean back with my arms behind my head. “You were late for work today.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“I think you need to be punished.”
Something sparks to life within her eyes. “For what, Mr. Barlowe?” Serenity asks, catching on.
Her calling me by that name again has me on my feet.
Serenity stands and pulls her dress up over her head. She doesn’t hesitate as she drops it to the floor, and then her bra follows. She stands there in her panties and three-inch heels like the goddess she is.
She’s so damn sexy.
“Take off your panties.”
Her cheeks turn pink again, but she complies. “What about my heels?”
I shake my head. “Leave those on.”
She struts over to me, her hips swaying, and helps me finish taking off my slacks that are still around my legs.
When my clothes are off and forgotten, I turn her around and bend her over the back of my lounge chair, just as I imagined doing.
Her sexy, bare ass is in my face, so I do as I said and punish her.
Slapping her ass, a loud crack breaks the silence.
I lean forward so my naked chest is pressed against her. “Have you learned your lesson?”
“I’m not sure, Mr. Barlowe,” she says cheekily in such a Serenity-like way.
Pulling back, I slap her ass again. This time, leaving a red mark. For good measure, I do it again, and she screams out.
“How about now? Are you still going to be mouthy?”
She shakes her head. “I think I’ve learned my lesson, sir.”
The “sir” breaks me. With her panties already off, I push a finger inside. She’s soaked for me, so I push a second in, and she moans.
“Please, I need more of you,” Serenity begs.
I don’t hesitate and slam my cock inside her. She screams out, and when I slow to a stop, scared I hurt her or pushed her too far, she moves herself on my cock.
“More. Hard, just like you did.”
Her wish is my command. I pull out and push back inside her.
With every whimper and moan, she’s searing her name onto my heart. Serenity Barlowe is the woman for me—only her. If she decides to leave me at the end of the contract, I’ll never find another.
I grip her waist as I continue to pound into her.
Her head drops forward on the chair. “Mr. Barlowe!”
My last name on her lips will never get old.
The raspiness to her voice and the wild abandon has me increasing our pace.
I get the sudden urge to see all of her, so I turn her around and splay her across the lounge chair.
I take her in before leaning forward and taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Her back instinctively arches into me.
She lifts herself to match my pace with such a passion, her hair slicked back, her eyes wild with desire for me. It’s almost enough for me to come, but I have to hold back. I need her to orgasm with me.
Serenity whimpers as her legs quiver. I stand, and her arms immediately go around my neck so I can easily her up. Still inside her, I move and hold her weight up against the wall and drive even deeper into her at this new angle. Her walls clamp around me as she screams out.
“Victor, please, I-I’m so close,” she cries out.
“What did you just say?” I ask, continuing to pound into her, setting a vigorous pace that causes her lust-filled eyes to close.
“Mr. Barlowe,” she breathes. “Please.”
My woman will get as many orgasms as she needs.
Her head falls onto my shoulder as I thrust in again.
She spasms around me and shudders. I don’t hold back any longer.
I take the leap with her, my orgasm slamming into me.
My movements don’t stop so she can ride out her orgasm as long as she needs to.
When she finally opens her eyes, I stop and drop my forehead to hers.
We stay there, our chests heaving together. This. I need to hold onto this, and I don’t care what my family says or what she thinks. She’s the one for me.