CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Layla
“Fuck, woman,” Sean groans as he pushes me into the closest ladies’ room in the club. There are black sconces on the wall giving out a soft light and music from the club is being pumped into the room. It doesn’t look the way I’d imagined a strip club bathroom should look. Everything is a light marble, and a wide counter with two sinks sits at the far end. It’s more like a high-end hotel in here, and impressively clean. Sean moves to lock the heavy wooden door behind us, but I shake my head and reach my hand out to stop him.
“No.Leave it unlocked,” I say, looking up at him breathlessly.
He doesn’t hesitate as he slides his hands down my thighs and lifts me, moving us toward the marble countertop. Then he sets me down and pulls the top of my black dress down, freeing my aching breasts.
His thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple in a tight roll and I squeeze my legs around his waist with a moan.
“You like the idea of being caught?” he asks, pinching me again, so hard that I whimper, before he bends down to flick his tongue over my nipple.
“Yes …” I admit. My God it feels good to say what I want without the fear of being judged.
“Mmmm …” he hums against my nipple. “I can’t wait to fucking ruin this cage you’ve been living in.” His whisper is so lust-filled it makes me feel empowered.
“Ruin it … ruin me.Please,” I beg him as his lips come down on mine.
Sean slides me back so my head rests against the mirror, then he flips my dress up over my hips.
“My fucking filthy girl,” he mutters as he sees I’m not wearing panties under my knee-length dress. “Heels up on the counter. Show me how soaked this tight little cunt is already,” he demands as he backs up, watching me, and I’ve never felt so alive. The want I see reflecting back at me is almost too much to bear as Sean unbuckles his jeans and frees his solid cock.
I let my head fall back against the mirror and do what he says, letting my legs fall open, wide open, baring myself to him. His eyes grow wild, like he can’t take it any more than I can. I watch as he spits into his palm and begins to stroke himself. The raw masculinity of his big inked hand handling his own cock is such a fucking turn-on, my mouth waters at the sight.
He pushes my legs open even wider and I lose what little inhibition I had left, giving him a show as I toy with my legs, closing them slightly, then opening them more. He sucks in a breath as he slides his first finger through my wetness and then brings it up, pushing it into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks around his finger and suck, eyeing him through my lashes as I flick my tongue against him like I would his cock. Something foreign and raw is waking in me. Something unstoppable. A dark need I’ve never understood. But with him, I’m able to be completely me.
“Letmespit on your cock Sean …” I tell him.
The sound he offers and the look he gives me tells me I couldget anything I want from him right now, and it’s so freeing to admit that I can’t fucking wait.
He slides his thumb over the space just below the crown of his dick “Right here,” he commands. I lean forward and spit as Sean’s head falls back, and he strokes himself once, then twice, to coat himself in me.
He angles my face up to look at him. “Your eyes stay here while I fuck you,” he commands, as he pulls me to him with one arm around my waist and lines up the head of his cock with my soaking pussy. “Later, I’ll take my time with you, Layla. I’ll fucking worship you the way you deserve, over and over …”
He slowly sinks that first inch inside of me and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. There’s no friction, but he’s so big that I stretch around him.
“But right now, I’m going tofuckyou. I’m going touseyou. I’m going to make you my own personal little cumslut, the way your eyes have fucking begged me to since the moment I first saw you.”
“Yes …” I moan, pulling him closer. I’m frantic, aching, fucking desperate, like I’ll never get enough. And knowing anyone could come in, knowing he’s right here with me, it’s everything.
“I’m not on the pill …” I whisper as an afterthought, because he’s moving again, already starting to fill me, and I’m already lost to him. My head falls back as I clench around him.
“Christ,” he breathes out, tipping his forehead to mine. “I know you’re not, and I don’t give a fuck.” He’s not gentle as he forces his way in, but I want it. He turns me on the counter just enough that my back is pressed against the wall.
“Deep breath,” he orders as he pulls out slightly and then thrusts back in without any hesitation. We both groan as he buries himself deep and I grip his cut tight, wrapping my legs around him, already begging for more.
“This cunt … so fuckingtight.” Sean slides all the way outand slams back in again, sucking in a breath when he’s filled me to the hilt. “So fucking greedy when it’s treated right …”
One hand grips my ass as he finds his pace, and he makes good on his word—he isn’t slow and he isn’t gentle, he just fucks me in the most unhinged way, like he has no control. And watching the man who never loses control snap is such a beautiful thing.
“You’re fuckingkillingme,” he groans as his fingers grip the flesh of my hips while he struggles to hold it together, moving at a pace I can’t keep up with, but I want it. I want to see marks tomorrow where his hands are.
“You love this, don’t you? Laid bare, stuffed full of my cock, in a place anyone could walk in and see … so fucking naughty, Layla.”
“Sean!” I cry out his name, unable to hold back.
“Fuuuck,” he grunts deeply, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. At this pace, I feel like I might see stars or pass out before he’s done. My back hits the wall, over and over. Fast and hard, Sean fucks me, hitting a place inside me every time that has my cunt tightening around his thick cock.
