She moans at my degrading words and it strikes a chord in me. “More …” she mutters, trying to rock against me. I don’t let her. Her punishment is staying fucking still and waiting until I’m ready to ruin this tight little pussy. Onmytime.
“More?” I ask, just to fuck with her. “Nah, use your words. Tell me exactly what you want, Layla.”
“I need you, please, fill me …please, please,” she chants, and I almost give in.
Almost.
“You want to be stuffed full? You want to come with my thick cock crammed in your clenching cunt as I fill your tight little ass too?” I slide my cock against her pussy again and she’s fucking soaked now, dripping down her inner thighs.
“Yes!” she moans as I slip my thumb in and out of her ass with ease. I spit right above it and my cock throbs, begging to take its place. She pushes back to take me a little deeper.
“Please use me, Sean … I’m sorry. I’ll be such a … good little toy … justfuck me…” she cries.
Holy fuck.
I lose it, thrusting my cock into her pussy so deeply, she practically strangles me. This fucking woman. Every time I try to break her, she fucking breaks me instead.
I grip her hip with my free hand and fuck her so hard and deep, she’s crying out into the bed. She’s too much, too fucking tight at this angle, and her ass clenching my thumb, rocking back to take more, has me desperate to empty my balls into her womb.
“Such a deviant little brat. So desperate and needy, trying to make me come.” I fuck her harder, punishing her as I fight my own need. “Is this how you want to be fucked hard, Layla? To be used?”
“Yes!” she whimpers as I don’t let up. I slam into her with another deep growl and slide my thumb deep into her ass. Every part of her is slippery and ready for me.
“So full …” she moans as I pause, holding all the power as she quivers around me.
“You can take it, now fuckme,” I tell her, remaining still.
She begins moving, rocking back on my cock. What a fucking sight.
“Thank me. Thank me for letting you fuck me.” My voice is a growl as I pull my thumb from her ass and help her, using her body to fuck. I grip her tight with both hands and slide her forward, then back, taking my time. She’s fucking perfect as her ass bounces back on my cock and I’m seconds from unloading in her. She writhes beneath me, just as consumed as I am, and the exhilarating notion of putting a child in her—a child ofmine—suddenly washes over me.
“Thank you, Sean,” she hums, so submissively, so sweetly, that fuckingChrist, I’m coming, I have no choice.
Her pussy grips my dick so tight, I unload in her the secondshe comes, calling out my name as her body turns rigid first, then boneless beneath my hands.
“Layla, my good fucking girl…” I mutter, squeezing her hips tight while my cock jerks inside of her, unleashing hot ropes of come. Her fingers flex and release on the sheet as she comes down.
My head is buzzing as our breathing slows. I’m completely out of my element. I’ve never been out of control in my life, but since the day I met her all the control has been hers. And I know, without a doubt, I never want it back.
As I fall to the bed and she crawls up into my arms, I kiss her, never wanting to let her go. Seeing the future with her, knowing this woman will be my wife. For the first time in my life, it almost feels like everything is perfect.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Layla
CHANTEL
Black leather, bitches.
It’s a photo of her in a black leather dress.
AMBER
Cute, but that dress is gonna be hard to take off for the biker you decide to take home after a night of dancing.
CHANTEL
Shit.
