As soon as the door clicked closed, his face transformed. The smile disappeared. In its place, a look of pure, unbridled lust. His eyes were dark and his hands flexed then clenched.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growled.
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I stalked toward her,not wanting to waste another second. She’d almost been punished enough for her insolence.Almost. As much as I loved watching her get passed around from person to person, I was done sharing for tonight. I’d been incredibly generous letting four other friends have their way with her. It was my turn.
All but naked, she was sitting in the middle of the bed, ravished from the last hours in the club. Her eyes were wide and pleading, desperate for a release. I needed to take the punishment into my own hands. Literally. I wanted to touch her now. I wanted to come.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked, reaching out and stroking my cheek.
I climbed onto the bed and crawled over her body. She fell back against the sheets, waiting for my next move.
“Take it like the good girl I know you are,” I answered, sinking between her legs and thrusting against her pussy.
Taking my clothes off wasn’t an option. My brain was on another planet at this point, and I needed physical contact as quickly as I could get it. I rubbed my pelvis on her, the pressure enough to cause a delicious amount of friction through my slacks. There was no stopping. I couldn’t help myself. The urge to fuck her was unleashed as soon as Piper and Brooke left the room, and I needed to get my body on hers without interruption.
“Fuck, Lilah,” I hissed into her ear.
“Right there,” she moaned.
The stiff fabric of my fly rubbed directly against her pussy. We were both consumed by the feel of friction at that moment. My cock strained from inside my pants and I rutted into her, lost in my overwhelming need. Her tits bounced in time with my thrusts. Circle after circle,the soft flesh undulated with my repeated motions against her body, hypnotizing me.
“I feel like a fucking teenager,” I grunted, driving myself harder into her—faster.
She giggled and it ignited my insides. I hadn’t heard her laugh all night. When it was just me and her, she was free to let go and be her truest self. I adored the musical lilt of her giggle. Every time she made that sound, it brought me back to when we first met five years ago.
I clasped her hands and stretched them over her head, entwining my fingers with hers. The satin sheets were smooth and cool to the touch. The way her dark hair fanned out on the crisp, white pillowcase was striking. My dark, bratty angel. Writhing under me. Naked under me. Meeting me thrust for thrust?—
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” I groaned.
“In your pants?” she asked, giggling again, sighing at the ease between us now.
“Like a fucking teenager,” I repeated, hips faltering in their pace as my release flooded my underwear. “That’s going to be a ridiculous mess.”
She bit her lip before saying, “I don’t mind.”
I licked her cheek before rolling off her to the side. “Has it been a good night?”
“Of course, boss,” she hummed, stretching out across the bed before laying a palm on my chest.
“Even though you’ve been denied every single time you’ve been fucked?” I took hold of her hand and rubbed my thumb over the back of it.
She exhaled, ending with a melodic hum that came straight from the center of her chest. “You know that makes it better for me by the time we get there. And I don’t actually want to come with anyone other than you, anyway.”
“I promise my original plan wasn’t to bust in my pants, pet.”
She propped herself up on one elbow and ran a finger down my chest, circling each button of my dress shirt before moving onto the next. “So, tell me what you were supposed to do.”
“I wanted to rip that crotchless thong off you and pour a jar of black cherry syrup all over your body. Then, I was going to tasteevery single inch of you from your lips to your ankles—lapping up all the sweetness. Once I’d finished with that, the idea was to fuck your tits and give you a pretty pearl necklace for being such a good slut for me.”
She hummed her approval. “And do I ever get to finish in this ideal situation of yours?”
“When I finally fuck you—yes. Then you get to come.”
Turning to lay on her back, she lifted her hips and dragged her underwear down her legs. She tossed it off the bed in the direction of their dresser. “Go get the cherries, boss.”
