Chapter 28 #2
This time the ache between my thighs has me squeezing them together, and I move to shift, just a little, only for him to grip my hair more tightly. “Stay,” he breathes. “I know you can do this for me.”
I’m not so sure.
But I stay.
I expect to get anxious. I expect for the shadows to return, and for my mind to buzz with the millions of thoughts that got me lost in the woods in the first place.
My father is dead.
I’d barely managed to gasp that out to Amir in the car, though I didn’t cry. I won’t cry. Not until I’ve decided if that’s the path that will help me the most.
But the ghosts from the woods stay gone, and as I just sit here, existing with Amir’s arousal heavy on my tongue, I start to relax.
This is easy. It’s nice to be wanted, even for something so simple as this.
As much as I want to move, and I really do want to tease him, right now it’s so fucking easy to just let go until my vision gets hazy and the sound from the television behind me becomes white noise.
My eyes close eventually, and I settle, leaning more against him with one hand carefully on his thigh.
He doesn’t mind. If anything, I feel him gently lift my hand higher, prompting me to lean more of my weight into him.
My mind settles, and I drift here, between the v of his legs, with Amir’s hand in my hair gently massaging my scalp while he pays little attention to me. Like I’m a pet, rather than a person.
Just like I wanted.
That’s the thought that truly makes my mind fuzzy in a way I’m not used to, and a way I utterly love as soon as it takes over.
When Amir moves, I barely notice. When he gently tugs me off his cock, my eyes flutter open to gaze up at him, still hazy and a little unfocused.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, easily guiding me to stand.
“Already so perfect for me, aren’t you? So out of it just from warming my cock.
Let me help you with these, Nell.” I feel his hands on my shorts, tugging them down over my thighs until I can step out of them.
I’m not wearing anything underneath, but if he has thoughts about that, he doesn’t voice them.
He just runs his hands up my thighs before guiding me to straddle him, my knees on either side of his lap.
“Couldn’t take it anymore, my pretty little doll,” he admits, having a one sided conversation that doesn’t seem to bother him.
“Your mouth is so sweet, so warm…but you know how much I love your cunt.” He tugs off my T-shirt as easily as if I really am a doll, and tosses it somewhere near the foot of the couch.
His hands run up my sides, his eyes wandering down my body.
“Just like that,” he breathes, urging me to sink down onto him. I gasp a little at the feeling of his cock pushing against me; without any prep and only the wetness from my mouth, it’s a stretch for me to take him.
But somehow, that just makes this more perfect.
“Shhh, shhh. You can take it,” he urges softly.
“Take it like the perfect girl I know you are. All of it.” His hands are gentle yet firm, and he never lets me stop until I’m sitting on his lap with his cock buried in my body.
A low sound leaves me—something between a whine and a whimper—and when he pulls me forward, I very happily curl against him with my arms around his shoulders.
“Just like that.” He rolls his hips into me, his hands tight around me, keeping me pressed to him.
As Amir fucks me, it feels less like I’m a part of it, and more like I’m just his toy.
Even as he murmurs in my ear, calling me his doll, his pretty thing, it only makes it better.
Only makes me more and more eager to grind down against him every time he thrusts up into me.
“Careful, little doll,” Amir murmurs on the heel of a gasp. “You’re getting a little bold for being my toy.”
Fuck, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I gasp and press my mouth to the side of his neck with a murmured apology. His hands remain firm on me, and he doesn’t stop. He’s slow and methodical, taking his time like this is all about him.
And it is. I want it to be. The last thing I want is to be a decision-making person right now. I want this. Him.
I never want him to leave.
“Amir…” I gasp when he brushes that same spot inside me over and over, making me see stars.
“Oh, fuck. Amir, please—” I have no idea how long it’s been.
Minutes? Hours? I don’t know how long I was on my knees in front of him, or how long he’s been fucking me, rocking me on his lap with gentle, languid strokes.
But I’m shuddering around him, thighs tense, arms gripping him as he fists a hand in my hair so he can more easily turn and bite down on my neck.
Without a word, he sucks a mark onto the side of my throat.
I can feel it in the way he sets his teeth against my skin, just how deep the bruise will be.
Just how distinct. He’s marking me like property, and I’ve never in my life found anything to be hotter than that.
My whimpers get louder, my hands tremble against his chest, and before I can say anything, I’m coming around him, body gripping him greedily as I ride out my orgasm with Amir still fucking me.
“My perfect girl,” he croons in my ear, his steady rhythm faltering.
“When you grip me like that, my perfect girl—” He shudders against me.
“You aren’t giving me much choice. Fuck—” The curse is a breath on his lips as he holds my hips hard with both hands, dragging me down against his lap to drive into me one last time.
I can feel his heart racing beneath my hand on his chest as he comes, and I let my eyes slide shut again, feeling every single beat of his heart and every swallow of his throat.
When he finishes, he doesn’t stand up or urge me to. In fact, his arms settle around my waist, and he keeps me on his lap. With my head on his shoulder, my eyes drift closed again.
His perfect doll. For however long he wants me.