The elevator doors open and I’m thankful for the interruption. The space was starting to feel too cramped; a heaviness was coming over me.
“This is where you’ll be staying this weekend.” I lead her into my place. “I’ll have a key made for you, but we should be together at most times, so you shouldn’t need it.”
“Wow. This doesn’t even feel like a hotel room.”
“It’s not. It’s my home.”
“You live here too?”
I nod, shrugging off my leather cut and placing it on the hook. “Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Humble,” she laughs, shaking her head as she takes it all in, walking straight over to the glass wall. “Wow. It looks so pretty from up here.” I’ve got the view of the entire strip. All you see are neon lights and a view far beyond the chaos beneath us.
I step up behind her, breathing in her scent. She smells like silk and sunshine and something I want to devour. Her hair is so soft. I run my fingers through it and a shiver rocks through her shoulders. Nothing is as pretty as her.
“How’d you even get wrapped up with the Steel Sinners?” Her voice is a bit breathless. I like knowing I make her pulse race. Mine is on supercharge right now.
“I was fighting in an underground ring.” I pull her hair off her pretty neck, wrapping it around my hand. “One night”—I tug herhead to the side—“I beat the shit out of the favored fighter, and the Prez of the Steel Sinners approached me afterwards, asking if I was interested in fighting against one of his men.” I smirk, thinking of how I beat the shit out of Torch. It was the one and only time the guy let me best him in the ring. And ever since I knocked him out cold, we’ve been best friends. “I cost the Prez a lot of money. I also earned his respect. Now, I’m a soldier for the club.”
I run my lips down the curve of her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps against her smooth skin. Her gasp fogs up the glass in front of her.
“There are fights here?” She trembles to my touch, and her hands reach out to brace against the window, holding herself steady. Either she’s being the obedient servant, earning her keep, or… she doesn’t have a problem with what I’m doing.
“We host a fight once a month. The dance club closes to the public, and only those who are lucky enough to get tickets are allowed in.” My tongue slides up to her ear, and I suck on her soft lobe, teasing one moan after another from her sweet lips. Making my cock as tight as can be.
“Do you see all those people down below?” I tug her lobe between my teeth. “At any moment one of them could look up.” I run my hand up her thigh, taking the hem of her dress with me, exposing her to the men on the street. Though, they’re all too drunk and high on the gambler’s dream to notice. If it were nighttime though, they’d have no problem seeing her little cunt as I rub her off.
“I want you to put on a show for them.” I slide my fingers down the front of her panties, rubbing right over her clit. Judging by the swollen state it’s in, I don’t think she’s opposed to the idea. “I want you to come for me, princess. I want them to see your pretty face as I shatter this body.”
I rub her faster, my dick anxious to get her to the finish line so it can sink between those pink lips.
“That’s it,” I breathe at her ear as I feel her growing weak. “Give in to all those tingly feelings. Feel your nipples getting hard. That tightness gripping the base of your spine.” I slide my finger lower, slipping right inside her tight body. “Fuck, you feel good.” I pump into her, watching her tremble.
“Now, give me what I want, princess. Let them see you come apart.”
Her whimper slips out as her fingers desperately try to cling to the glass. Her body shakes with pleasure as I shatter her. I almost wish they could see. I want the world to know that little miss Lauralyn Prince just got off on the boy from the trailer park. The trash just made her soak her panties.
Now, it’s time for her to get me off.
I yank her by the hair, turning her to face me.
“Now, get on your knees and suck me off. I want you swallowing every drop.”
There isn’t even a single hint of hesitation. She drops down and eagerly gets to work, stroking over my bulge, tugging my zipper down. The moment I’m free, she lets out another moan.
That’s right. That ex-boyfriend of hers had nothing on me.
When her lips wrap around me, my knees almost give out. It feels like fucking heaven. Her soft tongue sliding against my shaft, the suction of those lips drawing me in. A low groan rolls from my chest as I feel the back of her throat constricting around me. The princess does take her feeding like a good girl. She takes it better than anyone. Even Lola.
Shit, I’m going to come.
The knock on my door barely registers in the brewing storm. It’s Sorrin here with the clothes. She’s gonna have to wait. I’m not going anywhere.
“Fuck, baby. Shit!”
She suctions me tighter, her hand wrapping around my balls, and the earth quakes under my feet.
I’m hit by the storm, riding it out as she drinks me down.
