Hailey must’ve had at least five. Any other day she’d pool at my feet after such intake, but on my order the bartender made her drinks almost virgin. Hailey’s not a big drinker. In fact, since our lives calmed down, she rarely drinks at all, but whenever she and Layla get together, they down mojitos like they’re lemonades. I usually don’t mind.Usuallybeing thekeyword here. There’s no way I’d allow Dante’s wife to get my girl hammered tonight and fuck with my plan.
Hailey’s moans fill my mouth, her thighs squeezing together, looking for friction once the limo stops outside our house.
“We’re here, sir,” the driver says, stepping out to open the door for us.
As soon as Hailey’s out, I haul her into my arms, so she won’t twist her ankle on the gravel. She’s been favoring heels lately, still finding her style while spending hours in boutiques with Layla whenever we’re in Chicago.
I booked a crew to pave the entire driveway next week.
For now, I carry her inside the house, up the stairs then into our bedroom. Hailey moans when I squeeze her butt, the plug undoubtedly shifting once more.
“How’s size three?” I ask, dropping her on the bed.
“I’m getting used to it.” She smiles, falling back when I crawl over her and shut her mouth with mine.
We’re both fucking desperate, our tongues battling for dominance in a hot kiss.
“Ready?” I whisper, pushing one hand under her dress to rip her panties off.
She gives me a small nod, her lower lip caught in her teeth, uncertainty clouding her features.
“If you don’t like it, use your safe word. Now... on your knees, pretty girl, and grab the headrest.”
Not that long ago, two wrinkles would crease her forehead at the instruction. Thankfully, those days are long gone. She obeys eagerly because she knows she’ll love whatever I’ve planned.
She flips over, rising on her knees, and grips the tall, leather headrest, curiously looking over her shoulder. “You don’t want me naked?”
I smirk, making quick work of unbuckling my belt and sliding my zipper down. “Later. I need to feel you first.”
From the nightstand I grab the lube, coating my cock, then move closer, using one hand to toy with her clit while removing the plug. As soon as it pops out, my cock is right there.
“Relax,” I whisper, my hands full of her hips.
I hold her still, slowly pushing inside her, sinking inch by inch. My arms break out in goosebumps from how fucking divine this feels. With a satisfied moan, Hailey’s head lolls onto my shoulder, pure ecstasy painting her gorgeous face.
“There you go,” I whisper, my lips grazing her temple. “That’s my good girl.”
She’s perfectly stretched, letting me glide in effortlessly, yet she’s still so fucking tight it’s like heaven on earth.
“How does it feel, Hailey?”
“Different.”
“Good different?”
“So good...”
“Any pain?” I pull my hips back and thrust deeper, testing how far I can sink before she jerks away.
“None at all,” she admits, jutting her hips back to meet my moves. “You can go faster.”
“My girl needs a rough night?” I gather her hair into a ponytail and tug, making her back arch further. The tempo of my thrusts grows relentless with every sound falling from Hailey’s sweet lips. “You love it when I use you, don’t you?”
“I love everything you do,” she mewls, the words breathless, another orgasm looming nearby.
It takes a minute before she’s coming again, then another five before the next orgasm rattles her warm body. It takes forty minutes before I allow myself the release. My chest still heaving, I lay beside her, my head propped on one hand, the other ghosting the skin between her breasts and along her flat stomach.
She looks at me through her eyelashes, her lips curled into a blissful, exhausted smile. “I really hope you’re not expecting another round. No more orgasms left in me tonight. I mean it. I love you but I’mdone.”
I smirk, brushing a few strands of damp hair over her ear.
“I love you too, pretty girl. And I have my forever with you, so tonight, you can rest.”
