"Are you okay?" Davis asked, quickly throwing aside his coaching mode.
"That's going to bruise, but I'm okay."
"You did better this time, but we need to practice more every day."
"Yeah, okay. I am down for that."
"Now where were we?" He asked, grabbing my waist and pulling me flush against his chest.
I love this man.
14: Hypocrite
Lisa's P.O.V.
I woke up to the incessant beeping of my alarm. I looked around for my phone with closed eyes until I felt the cold glass beneath my fingertips. My fingers somehow managed to hit the right button to make the torture end. All the while, Davis was buried deep inside me, having grown hard again.
I loved waking up to him, still in me. My chest warmed, knowing that we had been connected all night. I groaned happily as I swayed my hips over him. I swear I couldn't get enough of him.
We'd done it three times last night already, twice before bed and once in the middle of the night. Yet here I was, acting as if none of that happened. I ached for him to bring me pleasure again, to make me say his name in the most delightful way.
"Mmm. As much as I love a wake up call like this, I am not sure we have time for the things I want to do to you," Davis' voice was still thick with sleep, but he was smirking as he spoke. I frowned, not wanting to get up and leave his warm embrace. I wanted to have sex with him and be sent to that hell with a blissful feeling.
"Oh, come on, just a quick one?" I batted my lashes at him. I needed this desperately if I was to spend the morning with Chris and Dad.
"I'll bring you pleasure, Lisa."
Davis picked me up, placing me on top as he sat up under me. He thrust in me as he held my hips and forced them to sway. His mouth sucked at my nipple, flicking the bud with his tongue. It was wild how quickly he could arouse me.
His touches had me climbing faster than I thought possible. His mouth moved to my other breast as his hand worked on the one he just left. I continued to sway over him, moaning with pleasure as each thrust was touching a spot that felt like magic. He had me yelling within minutes, reaching my orgasm quickly.
"Let's get you ready, my little warrior," he whispered as he kissed my body tenderly. I frowned, disappointed that I would have to leave his side. Disappointed that we couldn't keep doing this all day.
"I hate this," I said with a sigh.
"I know. I do too." He had his head buried in the nape of my neck, allowing his nose to nuzzle my skin. His lips tickled me as he spoke, sending goosebumps down my arm and back. I loved the feeling. "I'll stay close by in case you need me and will come barging in if you tell me to."
I nodded, feeling better just knowing he would be near as I faced what felt like the devil himself.
"Thank you,"
It would be too soon if I never had to stare at this black door again. I had thankfully beaten Dad and Daniel here this morning, but it seemed that Chris was still asleep. Layla, who I now trust about as far as I could throw her, opened the door for me. I had brought a suitcase of clothes that I didn't wear often, but that would make it seem like I actually lived here.
I would have to actually pack up my things at my apartment since I was sure Dad would check it soon. It was his apartment, after all. Davis offered for me to store my things at his house. It felt like we were moving in together, because essentially we were. It was fast, but thanks to Chris, there wasn't any other option.
"I'll take that for you," Layla said, grabbing the suitcase from my hands and heading up to Chris' room. I refused to go anywhere near there. But I was sure Layla could unpack my things.
I paced around down stairs, eventually venturing into the kitchen where an older woman was making breakfast. She looked at me for a moment before continuing with what she was doing. She didn't say a word as I poured myself a glass of juice, leaving my cup in the sink once I was done.
When I ventured back out in the foyer, I could hear muffled yelling. My heart froze for a moment, wondering what was going on. My foot hovered over the first step, battling myself. Do I go help Layla and face Chris on my own? Or do I let her incur his wrath?
It wasn't much of a choice as I marched towards Chris' room. The closer I got, the faster my heart raced. The screaming was becoming more distinctive with each step I took down the corridor to his room. My brows furrowed as I strained to make out what exactly was being yelled.
"No, please!"I heard Layla yell as my hand grabbed the doorknob. I slammed the door open before my ears could catch the rest of her sentence. "I want more!"
I was frozen, utterly shocked by the scene before me. The skirt of Layla's maid outfit was lifted over her back. Her underwear pushed to the side as Chris' dick penetrated her deeply. Her hand was between her legs as she pleasured herself while Chris rammed her roughly.
They both turned to look at me as I stared at them wide eyed. Never did I expect to see such a scene. Chris smugly smirked as he continued to pound into Layla. He didn't look away from me, and for some reason I couldn't seem to get my body to work, to run away. It was as if I had forgotten how to walk.
