CHAPTER 15 DANNY
I’m nervous as I say the word, but her eyes soften as they stare up at mine.
I still don’t have a clear answer to my question about whether her father is actually going to force her to marry Brooks, but I think I understand now why she feels stuck.
He doesn’t just own her masters. He doesn’t just own her career.
He owns her.
He made sure of that when he drafted that contract when she was just a kid, and she didn’t know any better than to trust the only parent she had left.
The man who was there for her when she lost her mother.
The man who raised her alone from the time she was ten.
Of course she trusted him, and I don’t doubt he wrote that contract with her best interest in mind as a kid.
But he never rewrote it when she grew into an adult.
Instead, he saw her success and made it so she became completely reliant on him.
He gets to use her to expand his business and whatever other benefits he gets from her successful career.
But now she’s gotten to the point where she’s questioning it.
He must be terrified he’s going to lose her.
Just like she suffered that loss when her mother died, he did, too.
He even went so far as to change her name so he didn’t have to be reminded of her mother every time he said it.
And her only way out of that stronghold was to agree to get engaged to Brooks—or so he said. I have no doubt whatsoever that he’ll want her to actually go through with the wedding, and then what?
Where does that leave us?
It leaves me in the dust, which is more than likely exactly where he wants me to be. If she’s with Brooks, he retains control. If she’s with me…she has the power.
She should have the control. This is her life we’re talking about.
But her father will never understand that.
I don’t say any of that as I wait for her response to my single word, admitting that she’s making me want a completely different future than I ever thought I’d want.
Her eyes glisten as she stares up into my eyes. “I swear, Danny, you say these things that completely sweep me off my feet.”
She says the words, and I drop a soft kiss on her lips. I think about literally sweeping her off her feet, but I have a better idea.
I pull back from her lips and lower the strap of her dress.
I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror—so she can see what I’m about to do to her.
“From sweeping you off your feet to treating you like the dirty princess you are.” I drop her other strap, and then I tug on the zipper.
The dress falls to the floor so she’s standing in a black bra and underwear, and I unhook her bra and slide her panties down her legs until she’s naked in front of the mirror.
I move in closer to her, shifting myself to align with her body.
I’m wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and I took my boxer briefs off before I slipped into the shorts.
My incredibly hard cock finds a place nestled between the sweet cheeks of her ass, and I shove toward her a little so she can feel my length.
“Mm,” she moans as she closes her eyes.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, and she does. They meet mine in the mirror, hers dark and needy with lust.
I reach around her and grab each of her tits in my palms, and I massage them a little.
She tilts her neck back and leans into my chest as my dick begs for relief.
Jesus, her tits are perfect. They’re round and full, and my mouth waters for them.
But I massage them slowly between my hands, and when I tug on her nipples, she cries out.
I shove my dick against her again as they form into tight little buds begging for my mouth.
I continue playing with one of her tits as my other hand trails down from her chest, down her stomach, and to the top of her pubic bone. I rub her there, petting her softly, teasing her as I watch her in the mirror. It’s nothing short of fascinating to see her face as it twists with need.
I run my fingertips down the lips of her cunt, careful not to dip inside yet even though it takes everything in me to continue teasing her.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I whisper.
“I need you, Danny,” she whimpers as I tweak her nipple again.
“What do you need?”
She closes her eyes when she says, “You.”
“Eyes open,” I demand, and her eyes fly open again. “Now tell me exactly what you want from me.”
“I want you to finger me.”
“How?” I ask, and I push my dick against her again because Jesus Christ, I can’t listen to her talk like that without some relief of my own. I need a release, but I’ll get one soon. Right now, I’m trying to focus on her.
“I want you to put two fingers into me and hit that magical spot only you have ever hit, and don’t stop what you’re doing with my nipple.”
“Jesus,” I mutter, and I feel like I could come just from her words.
I already have come prematurely once with her, and I won’t let it happen again. I won’t come until I’m inside her…my new favorite place on Earth.
I slide two fingers down and into her. She’s so tight and so damn wet. I slide my thumb back and forth across her nipple as I push my fingers into her, finding a rhythm as her hips start to sway over my fingers.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur in her ear, and I meet her eyes in the mirror.
Her lids are heavy as she looks back at me, and her mouth is parted and I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman.
“So hot and wet for me. So ready for my cock. I’m going to finger fuck you until you come, and then I’m going to fuck you with my cock until you come again. ”
“Oh, God!” she yelps, and I shove my fingers in her cunt as I shove my cock against her ass again.
What I wouldn’t give to own that ass. Someday…someday it’ll be mine.
But I’ll take it slow with her. For now.
I start to move my fingers in and out, faster and faster, as I see her starting to fall apart.
I squeeze her nipple, and she whimpers in my arms again.
I think about reaching into my shorts to jerk off to some sort of relief, but I’m all too happy to watch the show in the mirror as she climbs closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night.
I push her right up to the edge, and then I curl my fingers inside her as I see her about to fall apart.
“Watch yourself come,” I demand, and her eyes fly open.
She cries out, “Danny, oh my God, yes, Danny!” as her body jerks, and she comes all over my fingers. She squeezes my fingers inside her as her legs push together. It’s a long climax and my cock feels hard and heavy as he waits not so patiently for his turn.
The second her body slumps back into me, I pull my fingers out. She spins in my arms and reaches up to grab the back of my neck. She pulls my face down to catch my lips with hers, and this kiss is needy, desperate, and urgent—the same feelings I feel for her if I’m honest.
I kiss her back as she reaches into my shorts and strokes my cock. She pushes my shorts down my legs, and then she pulls back from our kiss.
“I need you,” she says. “I need to taste your cock.” She kneels down on the floor before me, and it takes everything in my power not to come at her words.
She dives right in, swirling her tongue around the swollen head of my cock a few times, and she licks off a little come that’s glistening at the tip. I watch her in the mirror, and it’s like watching a fucking pornography with Alexis Bodega as the star.
She moans at the taste of me, and I love how we’re already so in tune with each other. I grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth slowly, and she lets me.
Fuck.
I’m not going to last long like this.
I pull my hips back. “I need to be inside you,” I demand, and I hold a hand out to help her lift to a stand. I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror again, and then I push her shoulders down until she’s bent over the dresser.
She yelps a little as I slam my cock into her tight cunt, and I let out a little growl as I finally feel the smallest pulse of relief.
I move slowly at first, pulling out and pushing back in as I watch her watch me in the mirror.
Something about making eye contact in the mirror as I fuck her slowly is hot as fuck.
She squeezes her eyes shut as I start to pick up speed.
“Watch yourself come again,” I say to her.
She moans as I plow into her, both of us giving into the pleasure as we find a quick rhythm. I keep thinking how it feels different with her, and as I watch myself fuck her, I realize why.
I’ve never been in love with someone I’ve had sex with before.
I had this crush on her—one of those silly little dreams you get when you see someone so untouchable, so unreachable. But then I actually met her, and reality was even better than I ever could’ve imagined. And the craziest part of it all? She likes me back.
And here we are, in the midst of something unique and beautiful as the warm feelings inside of me are manifested through this action we’re taking together.
Where before sex was always just a physical act for me—a thing where two people could find pleasure in each other—this…this is something so pure between the two of us as we express these deep emotions in a way that seems to mean a lot to both of us.
It’s more than just an act to find pleasure. It’s about giving her a piece of myself as I make love to her.
Okay, so fucking someone roughly from behind over a dresser isn’t exactly making love, but I’ve never been able to use that term before when I’ve had sex. This feels like it.
I pick up the pace even more, slamming against her over and over as my balls tighten up to prepare for the release my body always needs around her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I grunt over and over.
She cries out my name as she hits another peak, and I slam into her as I reach around her, thumbing her clit while her pussy grabs a tight hold over my cock. She squeezes me like a vice, and that familiar heat tears along my spine as I start to come.
She wrings out every last drop of me as I explode into her, and as we both pant and I lean over her in the afterglow, I press my lips to her neck.
“God, I fucking love you,” I murmur. “I love you so goddamn much.”
I slip out of her after I say the words, and she spins in my arms, clutching onto my shoulders as she looks up into my eyes. My eyes fall tenderly to hers as a tear tips over onto her cheek, and I thumb it away.
“I love you, too,” she whispers, and I drop my lips down to hers as I say a silent prayer that this love we’ve stumbled upon will be enough.
But something tells me it won’t be.