“I do,” she agrees. Lana looks into my eyes, her hands gripping my thighs as she lowers herself onto her knees. “But at least let me return the favor.”
I shake my head and grab her hand, putting it over my heart. “It wasn’t a favor. And I don’t need repaying.”
“Christian—”
“That was more for me than it was for you,” I tell her.
“I lied,” she says. “It isn’t repayment. It’s just me, on my knees, wanting to suck your dick.”
My eyes widen and she giggles. “Lana…”
Her playfulness fades and she purrs my name. “Christian.”
Lana’s hands run up my thighs, making me twitch, before she runs them up my stomach and chest. They come back down and her fingers trace the outline of my erection.
I groan, wanting her more than anything, but I clasp her hand. “Lana, I don’t need… I can take care of it myself. There is nothing to repay.”
She doesn’t listen, she doesn’t care.
I release her hand and, calling my bluff, she kisses my thigh. I lick my lips and lean back on my hands. She kisses my other thigh and her fingers curl at the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down.
Lana moans when she frees my cock from its constraints and her hand wraps around me tightly. Her big caramel eyes look at me through her lashes and I forget how to breathe. Her eyes are on mine as she presses a kiss to the swollen head before she welcomes it between her lips.
“Fuck, Lana.”
She moans and my hand goes to her hair, brushing it with my fingers and holding it back gently. A memory comes back to me of that time we tried hair pulling and how badly she hated it.
“What’s funny?” Her hands move around me.
I chuckle and shake my head. My hand cups her jaw and I bend to kiss her lips, stealing one. Then she steals one for herself, her hands stroking my dick while she does it.
She pulls back and her mouth is around me again, bobbing up and down. She’s spitting and gagging, her hands moving in tandem, and my entire body tenses for a moment, pleasure building in my veins.
I love how much she loves this. However, she doesn’t love it more than I love giving her every ounce of pleasure I can give,in any way. I’d bury my face between her legs for hours on end, every day if she let me.
But, fuck, she looks gorgeous.
I hold her hair back gently again, and moan. “Lana, baby, fuck.”
Lana moans around me, looking me in the eye, and takes me to the back of her throat while I come. “Fuuuck,” I grunt, and she’s moaning happily, looking up at me with a smile on her lips around my cock.
I fucking love her, I swear. She’s going to be the death of me and it’s a perfect way to die.
Lana waits until I collapse, the arm holding me up trembling, and then she pulls away. She licks me one more time and wipes the corners of her mouth. She braces her hands on my thighs and stands between my legs. Leaning forward, she kisses my cheek and says, “Goodnight, Christian.”
I look at myself in the mirror. Split lips, blood dried and crusted under my nostrils, bruises all around my face, and a wicked black eye. I don’t have to take off my shirt to know what it looks like under there. It happened again last night and I swear I didn’t mean for it to happen. It just…did.
I overdid it.
And Lana is going to kill me.
I can still smell it all over me.
I want to blame it on my dad, but I can’t do that every time.
He punched me last night. Threw a glass bottle at my head. “You’re a worthless piece of shit running around with the help while I’m trying to get you out of this stupid town,” he shouted in my face. “I worked my fucking ass off to build this company from the bottom and you’re embarrassing mewith that bottom feeding whore! She’s an orphan with no one and no money. She has nothing to give you!”
When it comes to Lana, no one talks about her like that ever.Ever. So I punched him first. Then he punched me back. Again and again until I was down on the floor, and he kicked me. Spat on me.
